Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

Every day is spent eating, sleeping, doing papers, and studying papers.

Song Pan'er never expected that she and Zheng Hongbo's father would have an intersection.

It's a weekend.

Mrs. Qian made an appointment to see the house today, and Song Pan'er, who had been working on papers all morning, also planned to go and join in the fun.

As soon as she stepped out of the gate of the community, Song Pan'er saw Zheng Hongbo's father waiting on the other side of the road.

He quickly dodged and hid behind her breasts.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Mrs. Qian looked back at her in confusion.

Song Pan'er: "Mistress, do you think that's the person who wants to look at the house today?"

Mrs. Qian took a look and said, "The one who said he was standing under the telephone pole with his briefcase under his arm should be him."

Song Pan'er curled her lips, "That's my new deskmate's father, he's very cunning."

Mrs. Qian glanced across the road and said, "Then we won't sell him?"

"Sell it! Why don't you sell it?" "Nai, wait for me for a while. I'll go back and change out of my school uniform."

Song Pan'er is used to wearing school uniforms. Even if it is a holiday today, she still wears school uniforms.

I quickly ran home, changed into sportswear, spread my hair, and put on a baseball cap. The moment I went out, I took out a mask and put it on.

In this summer, Song Pan'er's outfit is really eye-catching. Mrs. Qian saw her from a long way away.

When she got closer, Mrs. Qian ducked to the side, not daring to look away. You can't make eye contact with this psychopath. Once you make eye contact with her, she will definitely come for you.

Song Pan'er was so amused by her dodging movements that she couldn't help laughing. She walked up to her breasts and pinched her throat and said:

"Auntie, do you know how to get to Kangning Hospital?"

Kangning Hospital is a well-known mental hospital in the city. When Song Paner asked where to go to the mental hospital, Mrs. Qian immediately concluded that she was mentally ill.

She quickly took a few steps back. No one would care if she was hit by a mental illness. She had to stay away for fear of irritating the 'mental illness' in front of her. Mrs. Qian whispered back:

"I don't know, ask someone else!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, this 'psychopath' actually ran towards her.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Don't come over here!" Mrs. Qian shouted in horror as she backed away.

She was really scared when she saw her breasts. Song Pan'er quickly stopped and said with a big smile: "Hahaha~ breasts, I, it's me, haha~"

Mrs. Qian reacted and raised her hand angrily to hit her.

"You naughty kid, you're so pretentious, you really deserve a beating!"

"You, like Panpan, belong to the group of people who don't wear Fangjiewa for three days. It's such a hot summer. Why are you covering yourself up like this?"

Song Pan'er stopped laughing, walked forward holding her breast arm, and explained:

"That man is my classmate's father. He came to my class. I'm afraid he will recognize me. It's not easy to do business with acquaintances."

Mrs. Qian didn't know what she was going to do, but after so many years of getting along with her granddaughter, she guessed that her granddaughter must be holding something back.

"You ghost elf."

As soon as the two of them crossed the road, Zheng Hongbo's father turned his head and looked over. The grandfather and grandson stopped talking and laughing.

"Are you Zheng Daqiang?" Mrs. Qian was the first to ask.

Zheng Daqiang changed his naive smile when he came to the class to a polite and distant look. He nodded reservedly and replied:

"Yes, I am."

"You are the homeowner, right? Let's hurry up. I will also make appointments with several other people to view the house later, and they are all waiting for me! I don't have much time."

After saying that, without waiting for Mrs. Qian's reply, he took the lead and walked forward.

Ah! Song Paner snorted in her heart. He is just pretending to do this, do you think that the housing in this school district is a big cabbage on the market? There are quite a few waiting for you to choose.

It's hard to find a house now, it's an absolute seller's market.

Your son is anxiously waiting to buy a house, settle down and register for school. Who doesn't know? What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be here?

"Then why don't you go check out other people's houses first? Climbing the stairs is really tiring. Let's wait until you have a good look at it before we talk!"

How could Song Pan'er spoil him and turn around and leave while holding his breast?

Zheng Daqiang's face froze, and he quickly turned around to stop the grandfather and grandson.

"Hey~ wait a minute!"

Zheng Daqiang changed his attitude without a trace of embarrassment, and put on a friendly and prosperous face again, "Haha, I'm not in a hurry, we've already made a decision, and I'll definitely see your house first."

He is really a man who can bend and stretch.

Song Paner's lips curled up in a contemptuous smile under her mask.

The words he spoke were also softened a lot. After all, he still wanted to kill him.

"That's right! We have to chew this good meal carefully, and we have to take our time to look at the good house."

Zheng Daqiang looked at the strangely dressed girl in front of him. He was a little frustrated. He had a bad start and was defeated by this raw melon boy.

But he had to lower his attitude. He also asked several houses in the neighborhood, but they didn't let him see the houses, so they directly offered sky-high prices.

"Yes Yes Yes…"

He has been very worried recently. He can no longer buy this house, and it is almost too late for his son to settle down.

Seeing that Zheng Daqiang had lost his arrogance, Song Pan'er raised her hand and said, "Let's go, Mr. Zheng."

He raised his head and walked towards the neighborhood next to him.

It's all for my son, endure it! Zheng Daqiang behind him took a deep breath and followed quickly.

There were no words all the way. When we got to the house, Zheng Daqiang was very satisfied after taking a look at it, but he was still looking for all kinds of problems, such as the layout was not good, the building was too old, the second bedroom was too small...

It is not difficult to see the purpose, he wants to bargain.

Mrs. Qian has shown people hundreds of times in the past few months. This is the first time she has seen someone telling lies with such open eyes, and she responded one by one:

"My house is a standard one with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. What's wrong with the layout? How big do you want the second bedroom to be? Is this bedroom big enough for you and a dog? Is it still small?"

"Besides the age of the house, if you want to buy a house in the school district of Railway Middle School, there is nothing younger than this building nearby!"

The old lady showed people around the house every day, and her rhetoric was very smooth.

Zheng Daqiang wiped the dust off the wall nonchalantly and said, "I'm not buying a house in a school district, I'm living in it normally."

Song Pan'er didn't expose his background and answered in a calm tone:

"Then you looked at this house for nothing. My house is in a school district, and it's 3500 per square meter. No counter-offer."

Zheng Daqiang was about to criticize Song Pan'er for being ridiculously expensive, but he didn't expect that Song Pan'er had already pulled Qian's wife, who was in a daze, and stood at the door, as if waiting for him to come out and lock the door.

"Hey~ Why don't you little girl let people talk?"

Song Paner's unconventional play made Zheng Daqiang, a veteran, rarely panic.

He stood there without moving, and asked Granny Qian for the steps.

"Auntie, it's better not to let your children get involved in this big family matter. She doesn't understand. It's not okay to ask for an exorbitant price when selling a house."

Mrs. Qian ignored him. She was still thinking that the house she sold last month was only 2,810 square meters. Was it cheap?

Seeing that her breasts had no intention of making any noise, Song Paner took another step forward for Zheng Daqiang:

"Mr. Zheng, come out quickly. We are in a hurry to pick up the next person who is looking at the house."

After seeing Mrs. Qian come back to her senses, she still didn't object. Zheng Daqiang turned around in circles in frustration. This business conversation was serious.

He sighed, having no choice but to say, "Okay, I bought it."

The person he was looking for yesterday had told him that if the household registration was not finalized, it would be too late to go through the transfer procedures. MD, I have been working for nothing for the past two years. I have been working for the landlord.

Make big money!

Under the mask, Song Pan'er bit her mouth tightly, fearing that she would laugh out loud.