The landlord is a subject

The next day, Zheng Jiaming went to work as normal, still working hard, even because he was about to leave, he felt reluctant to give up the car dealership, so he hoped to work harder in the remaining days, so as to achieve some kind of weird compensation.

Fang stayed in the villa for one night, packed his things the next day, and moved them home if needed, and handed over the rest to Zheng Jiaming, and Zheng Jiaming didn't touch his elder brother's things at all, so Fang Ze packed them all. Take it away. After all, no one else is here. It is hard for anyone to decide what is useful and what is not in the room.

After get off work on Friday, Liu Wenhao went to Zheng Jiaming.

In the same restaurant, Liu Wenhao sat across from him, sipping wine leisurely.

"Jiaming, the matter of the house has been settled. You can transfer the ownership whenever it is convenient for you."

"So fast." Zheng Jiaming's reaction was neither sad nor happy.

"Don't worry about the price, it has appreciated a lot compared to the house you bought before."

"Thank you." Zheng Jiaming raised his glass.

"You're welcome." Liu Wenhao lightly touched Zheng Jiaming's cup, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Because he had to go to work the next day, Zheng Jiaming didn't stay long and went home after dinner.

Fang Ze didn't come back after moving the things away, and Xiao Hei and A Jin didn't bring them back either. Zheng Jiaming is the only living thing in the whole villa now.

The lively days are gone forever, he seems to have returned to the time when he broke up with Liu Wenhao, lonely and helpless.

Zheng Jiaming sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time, and finally decided to call Fangzheng, but the phone was still turned off.

Putting down the phone, Zheng Jiaming didn't know whether to cry or laugh.I rubbed my face, looked for clothes and went to take a shower.

Sunday is a weekly rest, so Zheng Jiaming simply took advantage of Saturday to tell the manager about his resignation.He had already said hello before, and the manager didn't talk nonsense, and directly paid Zheng Jiaming's salary. After all, Zheng Jiaming still went through the back door when he entered the car dealership.

After get off work on Saturday, which is also the end of this job, Zheng Jiaming invited the manager and a few familiar colleagues to go out for barbecue.The self-service barbecue restaurant is still very attractive to their group, and Zheng Jiaming himself likes this kind of environment.

Because it was Saturday, the business of the barbecue restaurant was much better than usual, and the meal time was reduced from two and a half hours to two hours. As soon as they entered the door, they began to look for food. Rely on others to take it.

"Manager, do you want to go out and find something you like to eat? I've already got the food, so leave the barbecue to me."

"No need, I like barbecue." The manager looked up and smiled, and Zheng Jiaming found that the manager who had always made him feel that he was not approachable was actually not serious.

Zheng Jiaming had no choice but to withdraw his hand that was about to grab the barbecue tongs, and felt that it was a bit awkward for the two of them to sit opposite each other, so he took the manager's empty cup.

"Manager, what do you like to drink?"

"mango juice."

"Okay, I'll pour it for you."

"Thank you."

Zheng Jiaming went far away, and when he was receiving the juice, he could see the manager concentrating on turning over the barbecue, which was quite cute.

Afterwards, everyone sat together to drink and eat meat. Several of them were salesmen, and their mouths became sharper than the other. Nine cows couldn't hold back the train, and they laughed all the time.

It was only nine o'clock when we got home. Zheng Jiaming drank a few glasses of beer and his head was a little dizzy. He has never been able to drink very much.

Sitting on the sofa, the living room seemed bigger and more empty than ever before.

Zheng Jiaming took out his mobile phone, Fangzheng was still in the mud, and there was no news, but Liu Wenhao sent a text message to ask Zheng Jiaming about his work.Zheng Jiaming went back and said that he was unemployed, and then the phone rang.

"Jiaming, are you alright?"

"Very good, I don't have to go to work, I can rest for a few days first."

"you've been drinking?"

"Well, I just had a breakup meal with my colleagues and drank a little beer."

"Rest early, I will come to you tomorrow, the buyer wants to transfer the ownership as soon as possible."

"……it is good."

Zheng Jiaming was actually a bit reluctant, but it was already decided, and with Liu Wenhao's help, it was too late to regret it.He just didn't expect that Liu Wenhao's efficiency would be so fast, and Fang Zheng's return would be so slow.

Alas, I also drank too much, let's go to sleep, after I wake up, I won't be reluctant.

Zheng Jiaming took a shower and quickly got into bed.

Fangzheng finally returned to Changchun. The first thing he did after getting off the plane was to borrow his mobile phone. His mobile phone had disappeared for a long time. He came back in a hurry and hadn't bought a new one yet.

However, Zheng Jiaming's mobile phone has become an empty number...

I took a taxi all the way to the car dealership. Zheng Jiaming must be at work at this time, but he was told "Xiao Zheng has been gone for more than half a month"...

The driver seemed to have the foresight, stopped at the door and didn't leave, Fang Zheng hurriedly got in, then ran to the villa, the doorbell was rang for a long time but no one came to open, Fang Zheng's heart was cold - going out this time, not only lost He lost his wife and his daughter-in-law.

There was no way, Fangzheng went to the specialty store to buy a mobile phone, and then went home.

He hadn't been in this house for a long time, and Fang Ze's face was full of disbelief when he came to open the door.

"Brother, you are finally back!"

"Stop talking nonsense, where's Zheng Jiaming?"

"Brother Jiaming...he's home."

"Go home? Which home?" Of course Fangzheng knew which home, but he just didn't understand why Zheng Jiaming went home properly.

"He's getting fat again."

"I know, why is he going home?"

"It's not good. I went back once before. When you were not around." Fang Ze waved his hand, only feeling that the amount of information was too much to say in a few words, "Brother Jiaming's grandma passed away... and then he came back and took the house Sold, your stuff is now piled up in the utility room."

"..."

Fangzheng felt that the world was on the verge of playing a joke on him.

"Brother, are you okay?"

"When did he leave?"

"Over a week."

"His number has changed, do you have his new number?" Fangzheng took out his phone and wanted to remember it.

Fang Ze shook his head, "...No."

Nonsense, you don't have it, how could I have it.

Fangzheng put down the phone, with a dejected look on his face, and suddenly threw the phone aside angrily, frowning and sighing heavily.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"Do you think I look okay?"

"Don't worry..."

"Are you in a hurry to replace you?"

"... Blame me? Who told you that you were not there at that time, brother Jiaming must be angry with you."

"..." Fangzheng was powerless to refute, wiped the back of his head, continued to frown and sigh.

"By the way, who did you sell the house to?"

"Huh? How do I know this?"

"How can it be so fast to sell a house? Did he ask someone for help?"

"I do not know."

"You said you know what else, you don't know anything!"

"..." Fang felt that he had tried his best to assist, but in the end he still couldn't escape the title of "trash".

Oh, it's difficult~

"Forget it, I'll go and see for myself tomorrow." Fangzheng stood up and was about to leave.

"Hey, brother! You're not staying at home tonight?"

"Have you seen me live here all these years?"

"Then where do you live?"

"hotel!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door was closed with a "bang".