Feng Qianqian came to Ai Meng Securities and said that she was going to Huanghai Bank to get things and came over to get a car home. In fact, she also wanted to check the job, because in her opinion, her sister had signed a contract and went to handle the transfer in the past two days, and moved out in at most two or three months. From then on... her brother-in-law and Wan Ziyuan's home will be hers.

Looking at the side face of the man who was about to drive in the main driver, she couldn't help but remember the scene of signing a house sale contract with Feng Xiaoqin two hours ago and walking outside the community.

...

"Sister, now you have your own house in Shanghai."

"It's not me, it's us." Feng Xiaoqin said, patting the pirated Gucci bag on her shoulder: "After two days, the property transfer procedures will be completed, and after the renovation is completed, I will bring my parents here, and our family will be able to live together."

Feng Qianqian smiled in agreement: "Sister, I know the boss of a decoration company. I applied for a loan a few days ago. Do you want to contact you?"

"No, the landlord cares a lot. The house is well maintained, so just scratch it and replace the household appliances, curtains, bedding, etc."

"Sister, do you feel sorry for money? Our bank has launched a decoration loan, and the interest rate is not high, so you can borrow as long as you have a house."

"Xixi, your sales business is on your sister's head."

"Sister, it wasn't you who said that the money will be paid by the Gu family in the end? I want to decorate it better, so that you can live more comfortably in the future."

"That's right, the Gu family's money will not be spent."

What did Feng Xiaoqin think? After buying a house and living in it, even if the loan is revealed, according to Gu Shihong's previous style, it must be for the sake of Xiaohu to choose to settle the matter, otherwise what should I do? Don't help pay back the money? The micro-loan company goes through the process of suing and auctioning the Gu family, and considering the situation of the Gu family, it will definitely take it slowly. In the past two years, 1 million yuan, the interest alone exceeds 500,000 yuan. She can't pay back the money, so only Gu Lei returns it, Gu Lei returns it, Gu Lei returns it, Gu family returns it, Gu

It would be fine if the house was not paid back. The house was finally auctioned at a discount. The money received was paid off from the bank and micro loan company, and basically there was no left. The one million that Gu Lei borrowed from Gu Qingyu was wasted. So in order to avoid the risk of losing both money and houses being lost as much as possible, the only option was to repay it as soon as possible. For 1 million, you can borrow from Gu Qingyu, a rich woman. When the loan was paid, considering that the house book was written with the names of two people, she would not agree to sell it in the future, so she could live for the rest of her life.

What did Feng Qianqian think? The more money Feng Xiaoqin borrowed, the more angry his brother-in-law was at Feng Xiaoqin. The more difficult it was for Gu Shihong to mediate in the center, and the marriage between the two was even more helpless.

"Sister, my brother-in-law's cheating has been rumored in the community recently. Even Da Nian knows it. He has asked me about your plans."

"I know, he asked me too."

Feng Qianqian tentatively said: "Then... I think my brother-in-law moved out of the house and was probably going to have a divorce."

Feng Xiaoqin said: "Marriage must be divorced, but it is definitely not now."

After two grandmas carrying vegetable baskets walked away, Feng Qianqian said, "When is that? Wait until the Gu family pays back the money?"

"right."

"Where is that little tiger?"

"I will not give the custody of the little tiger to the Gu family."

Just talk about Kou Chi bags, he also gave them very carefully. LV, Chanel, etc., can't he afford it? It's definitely OK, but if he carried LV and Chanel and other big-name bags, what would his sister think when he saw them? Do you think it was A-made goods? You must know that Feng Xiaoqin had never used big brands, A-made goods, but she bought a lot of them. If you don't tell me whether it is true or false, you will know if it is true or false. If you carefully identify it, there will definitely be an answer. You will definitely ask her why she has money to buy such expensive bags. This is different in front of her. A few thousand yuan is only ten thousand, which is in line with her income level. At most, she can't scold her for life. She will not be suspicious.

...

Twenty minutes later, the BMW stopped downstairs where Lin Yue now lives.

Feng Qianqian stuffed her new bag into the tote bag, put it in the space under the glove box, and pushed open the car door and walked out.

Lin Yue turned off the car, put the cigarette box thrown from the center console into his pocket, and then got out of the car.

"What's the matter? It's mysterious."

He originally wanted to send Feng Qianqian home, but thought that Feng Xiaoqin had signed a house sale contract. The three of them should have made an appointment to go to a restaurant together and have something to eat. Who knew that Feng Qianqian did not choose Wanziyuan Community and asked him to drive the car to Xujiahui.

"You'll know when you go up."

She kept her a secret and walked towards the entrance of the unit door.

Lin Yue shrugged, pretending not to know, and followed behind.

drop……

Card……

The unit door opened and the two walked into the corridor. They were lucky. The elevator happened to be parked on the first floor. She went over and pressed the door key, and the two walked into the car one by one and one behind.

After Feng Dainian moved out, Lin Yue moved in and transferred the rent money to Feng Qianqian, but he kept one of the two keys in her hands, saying that if there was an urgent matter or something, it would be more convenient.

Feng Qianqian naturally would not refuse such an arrangement and felt happy.

When my brother-in-law lives, she doesn't give her the key, but she thinks that even a woman understands this hint.

"A house worth 70,000 to 80,000 yuan per square meter is rented for 20,000 yuan a month, and 30,000 yuan a year. It will take 70,000 yuan a year to recover the principal. Brother-in-law, what do you think of the person who bought the house here?"

Feng Qianqian listened to the faint exhaust sound of the air conditioner outlet, and could not understand the strange rental and sales ratio of houses in big cities.

"There are too many things that are linked to houses in big cities, including education, medical care, household registration, entertainment, and even the priority of relief in sensitive eras. You think that rents for 70 years can only be recovered. The landlord thinks that houses in big cities are the most valuable investment. The monthly rent this year is 2,500, and in ten years it may be 4,000+. House prices may be sideways, but if they fall, they will not fall much. Moreover, this community is an old community. At that time in 2000,

Xujiahui's commercial housing costs only 3,000 or 4,000 yuan per square meter. If you do not consider the depreciation of wealth, you can earn back the cost of buying a house for three or four years. Also, if you lack money, it is easy to get rid of houses in big cities. When you really can't sell houses in Shanghai, the national housing market will almost die. Therefore, compared with the welfare benefits, safety, value retention rate, liquidity, and rental-to-sale ratio of assets, they are not the priority factors for those with spare money."

"Brother-in-law, you know so much."

"You don't think about what I do either."

Feng Qianqian knew that he was referring to the financial attributes of the house, and he also contacted him: "I am also a financial industry practitioner, so I wouldn't think so much."

bite!

The elevator door opened, interrupting the conversation between the two.

She walked out of the car with the key, turned east to the room at the end of the corridor, inserted the key into the door lock and twisted it.

The vermilion door opened, and the two of them walked into the room one after another.

The open kitchen is connected to the living room. Although there is a pot on the gas stove and there are kitchen knives and chopping boards next to it, it is very clean and it is not very useful at first glance.

Before, Feng Dainian lived here, hoping to cook for a young man and a half. How could it be possible! Feng Xiaoqin had no money, and Feng Qianqian ordered takeout for her brother for more than half a month. Lin Yue, on the surface, he lived here, but in fact, he has been with Sun Qi these days, so naturally he can't use the kitchen.

Of course, the kitchen is not the point, nor is the living room. The focus is on the gauze curtains and balcony of the bedroom on the other side of the sliding door.

"Hey, you did this?"

He quickly walked into the bedroom. There was a pair of pink gauze curtains behind the sliding doors that isolated the living room and the bedroom. They were left by a female tenant before. Feng Dainian lived there for two days and didn't know what he did. In short, it was burned out. After Lin Yue moved in, he cut off the burned area and sewed it with a needle to make do with it. Now the broken pink gauze curtain is gone, and replaced it with a light gray minimalist gauze curtain.

The balcony was no longer empty. Two pots of spider plants that could refresh the air were placed. There was also a small lavender among them. It can be seen that she really treated this place as her man’s home carefully.

Feng Qianqian said: "I'm looking at the house in the afternoon. I have nothing to do in the morning, so I came here to clean up. The main reason is that the screens that were broken by Da Nian are too ugly. Can you see if this arrangement is OK?"

"Very good, I like it very much." Lin Yue walked to the front of the balcony and stretched out his finger to touch the leaves of the spider plant: "I heard from the old man that you are learning to grow flowers with grandma recently?"

"I'm idle at home on weekends, so I'll find something for myself." Feng Qianqian said, while taking out the plain plaid sheets and pillowcases from the old tote bag, replacing the hotel suit provided by the landlord, striving to make the feeling of home.

Lin Yue looked at her busy appearance and thought to himself that you are not idle and have nothing to do to find some work for yourself. He clearly regarded himself as the hostess and had already started taking over his sister's job.

Bang...

Bang...

She changed her pillowcase, changed the sheets, patted the folds of the feet of the bed, stood a little further, looked at the double bed and said, "It's so pleasant to see it, brother-in-law, what do you think?"

Lin Yue tried the feel of the pillow, looked up at her and said, "Xiqian, you must be a good wife and mother."

Feng Qianqian heard that her face suddenly turned red and she felt that she didn't know where to put her hands.

Just when she was at a loss, Lin Yue suddenly reached out and pulled her arm into his arms, and kissed her with her sudden wide eyes.

“Um…”

"Brother-in-law..."

"Moe..."

"Brother-in-law..."

Two minutes later, Lin Yue stopped, leaned into her ear and said, "Don't call him brother-in-law, call him husband."

“…”

"Call me."

"Old...husband..."

...

An hour later, Feng Qianqian turned over and pulled the blanket upwards, looking at the ceiling with satisfaction, with a pride in her eyes that could not be concealed. After a while, she didn't know what she thought of, and smiled like a fool.

Lin Yue rushed up, pillowed on the back of the double bed, habitually lit a cigarette for himself, took a deep breath, then picked up the towel stacked on the bedside table, and wiped the sweat from the forehead of the person beside him.

"Are you thirsty?"

Feng Qianqian didn't say anything, then turned sideways and looked at him and smiled foolishly.

"I'll ask if you're thirsty?"

"Brother-in-law..."

"Um?!"

She knew she had made a mistake and shouted in a weak voice: "Husband."

"Remember."

After saying in an imperative tone, Lin Yue stood up and walked to the living room, picked up the glass kettle on the Supor induction cooker, poured a glass of water into the bedroom and handed it to Feng Qianqian.

She got up and took it in her hand, perhaps because the movement was a bit large, and the fatigue between her eyebrows was replaced by a trace of pain.

Gudu.

Gudu.

Gudu.
To be continued...