Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

If the other party wasn't poor enough to live in an unfinished building, Song Zui would definitely buy a ticket and run away overnight. This is a bottomless pit of spending money.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath, and gently reminded him as softly as possible: "Is this request too high?"

The man casts his gaze.

"You don't need to live in a big house of [-] square meters alone." Song Zui racked his brains to persuade, "A small house of [-] square meters is enough, the bookshelves can be placed in the living room, the shelves are placed by the entrance, and a separate study room And the exhibition room is too wasteful."

The intermediary also chimed in: "That's right, there's no house with an area of ​​[-] square meters that can't be rented for [-] to [-] yuan. This house only costs [-] yuan a month."

Although the higher the rent, the more commission he will receive, but it can be heard that Song Zui has little money, and the price range below [-] is the easiest to deal with.

Song Zui raised his head and looked at the other party. He thought that A Ting would be sensible and say that he wants this house. It doesn't matter if he lives here.

However, how can I live in such a house is written on the man's face, and he raised his chin slightly when he realized his gaze, and his expression was extremely natural.

He saw that his temples jumped out, and he suppressed the thought of rushing out: "Seventy square meters can't be more."

Before the sun went down, the agent showed them the last house, which was in an old community near the north gate.

"The area is 75 square meters." The agent specifically emphasized the area. "It is the largest house at the same price. It only costs [-] a month for two bedrooms and one living room."

Song Zui followed the agent into the door. This house was incomparable to the one in front of it. The mottled walls were obviously old, and the chandelier on the ceiling was covered with a thick layer of dust. The only advantage was probably that it was cheap.

"Because the house is really too old, most of the buildings are unrentable houses, and it will be a bit deserted to live in usually." The intermediary sincerely spoke out the shortcomings.

Although the house is deserted and dilapidated, Song Zui inexplicably likes this house, because the living room has a whole wall of circular windows, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on the windows like gold powder.

He touched the jade pendant under his clothes, he liked places with sunshine, as if summer had never left.

He looked back at A Ting, the man was standing by the door, obviously he refused to even step in the door, he was used to A Ting's young lady's style.

Song Zui quickly finalized the contract with the agent, and the landlord seemed eager to rent out the old house. The rent was paid for three times, and the contract was signed within an hour.

After signing the contract is to persuade Ating to move, which is not an easy task, because the man standing outside the door has no intention of coming in.

He could only persuade patiently: "I didn't say that you must live in this place, but I just went to take the luggage in the unfinished building to a safe place first."

Song Zui thought for a while and said that the unfinished building didn't seem to be very respectful, and corrected himself: "Go to your house and take the luggage to a safe place, such as this rented house."

The man's breath is lazy.

"No luggage."

Hearing this answer, Song Zui pricked up his ears vigilantly: "You must have something at home, right? It's impossible that you don't have any luggage, otherwise you would use whatever you usually eat."

He Shanting paused for a rare moment, and finally said hello calmly, then went out and dialed Zheng Feng's number.

Secretary Zheng was sorting out the minutes of the meeting when he received the call. He immediately reported on the phone: "I have bought all the houses you asked me to buy. I heard the news today that an industrial park will be developed in that area."

It was rumored outside that the He family had a deep background. After buying a district, the government announced the development of an industrial park. The demolition fee alone cost hundreds of millions. Only he knew that their boss was just a whim in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, the man on the phone didn't take the news to heart, and said in a low voice, "The house on the first floor has been renovated."

Secretary Zheng's eyes were full of surprise when he heard this. Their boss doesn't really want to live in an unfinished building. He went to see that house today, and the fairy architect can't save it.

"What style do you want to wear?"

He thought in his heart that He Shanting would like the architectural style of the Renaissance period, and the He's Mansion is Baroque style, making good use of momentum to emphasize the light.

Unexpectedly, what Secretary Zheng heard was: "How come you are poor."

This stumped him. There shouldn't be an architect taking this case, right?However, Assistant Fang couldn't get in touch with anyone during his vacation, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead his servant to go for renovations, and he didn't know if the boss would be satisfied.

Song Zui didn't hear the phone call outside the door. After checking the water and electricity, he closed the door of the rental house, and said to the man who put away the phone, "Let's go."

He Shanting hummed flatly.

They walked along the road last time, and there were many small roads along the way. Song Zui grew up in the southwest of the mountains, and his sense of direction is much better than ordinary people. He can remember the roads he walked once.

Song Zui watched the man walk into an alley, stood where he was and immediately pointed out that he was wrong: "It shouldn't be in this direction, right?"

At the entrance of the alley, He Shanting glanced at the map on his mobile phone, and said oh, not only was there no trace of panic in his tone, but an understatement.

"Accidentally went wrong."

This caused Song Zui to have slight doubts in his heart. How could someone not even remember the house he lived in? Seeing the other party's calm demeanor, he suppressed his doubts, but he planted the seeds of doubt in his heart.

During the day, the small road is more lively than at night. At least there are pedestrians walking on the road, and the lonely unfinished building can be seen from a distance.

The last time I came here was at night, and the exposed steel bars on the outside of the building could not be clearly seen. This time Song Zui took a closer look at the whole picture of the unfinished building.

The side of the building is full of construction waste like a hill, and the steel bars exposed on the wall have a copper-green texture because they are soaked in water. One can't help but wonder if people really live in this kind of place.

He Shanting was a head taller than Song Zui, and he had a panoramic view of the boy's reaction. He said lightly, "Don't go in while you're outside. I'll go get things."

His gaze ranged from the cobwebs in the corridor to the walls with unknown stains to the dust accumulated on the ground. He stood outside the door for a moment, and finally covered Ying Ting's nose with a handkerchief and walked into the corridor.

Once the seeds of doubt were planted, they would germinate quietly in his heart. Song Zui looked at the back of the other party and wondered why he didn't let himself in.

"Let me help you with your luggage."

He followed behind the man calmly, keenly noticing that the other man took the keys out of the bag two minutes slower, as if he was afraid that he would follow.

He couldn't help but move his neck forward, like a short tiptoed giraffe, his eyes were glued to the key, trying to see if the key could open the door.

The key was inserted into the rusty keyhole, and after turning it slightly, it got stuck. Turning the door again did not move at all, only the slight clicking sound of the lock cylinder.

Song Zui suddenly realized that he didn't understand the person in front of him at all, ordinary families couldn't raise A Ting's style, and it was hard to develop a temperament that didn't care about other people's opinions.

He didn't know what the other party's purpose was for approaching him. If it was for money, it would be too ridiculous. The most important thing in the Shanghai stock market was rich people, and he was just a student without a job.

Just as he was thinking quickly, he heard a knock on the door. He Shanting lowered his eyelashes and opened the door: "The lock is rusty."

The sound of the door brought back Song Zui's thoughts, and the doubts that had just arisen disappeared, and even a little bit of guilt in his heart, he thought too badly of people.

When the door opened, what he saw was an extremely dilapidated environment.

The thin windows are torn apart, the walls are leaking air as if someone deliberately chiseled them with a hammer, and the leather sofa is even more exaggerated, revealing a hole that can be drilled into a slender adult.

He deliberately turned on the screen to look at the year. It's not the year [-]. He didn't expect there to be such poor people. Even he who came out of the poverty-stricken area was amazed.

Song Zuixin thought that Ating was really poor, but as for his proud temper, he could only explain it as a natural one, he was as proud as a peacock even though he was poor enough to live in an unfinished building.

He turned his head and saw the finely crafted fabrics on the man's body, and couldn't help sighing. If he just thought that the other party was a little bit more beautiful before, but now he felt that A Ting's consumption concept urgently needed to be corrected.

Song Zui walked from the entrance to the living room, and when he was about to go to the bedroom, he was suddenly caught by something, and looked down at a sack of plastic bottles.

There are all kinds of bottles in the sack, except for the common mineral water bottles and Laoshan Hundred Flowers Grass Snake Water. The bottles are dirty, obviously picked up from the trash can.

He scanned the living room slowly, and saw that besides a sack of mineral water bottles, there were also waste paper shells stacked like a hill, and he knew that he was a veteran at the binding technique.

No wonder Ating used to earn even his own five yuan, so he worked so hard to pick up such a big bag of plastic water bottles, maybe he didn't even have fifty cents.

Song Zui raised his head to look at the man's outstanding appearance, opened his mouth but hesitated to speak, and finally squeezed his hands with a complicated expression, and said nothing.

He Shanting watched the young man raise his sharp eyebrows, this action made his eye sockets look deeper and filled with a strong mixed-blood aura.

"What do you want to say?"

He gently covered his nose with an expensive handkerchief. Although he told Zheng Feng to be as poor as he wanted, he didn't let Zheng Feng pretend that the house was a slum, and there was nowhere to step down.

The boy looked at him and took a deep breath, then stated in an unbelievable tone: "Do you still pick up trash in your spare time?"

He Shanting frowned, he didn't expect that one day this fox cub living in the garbage dump would sympathize with him, this time it was his reason not to care about the cub.

But in the next second, the boy with an innocent face asked cautiously: "You don't usually... pick up trash and eat it?"