Wu Lei had no idea how dangerous Song Tan's smile was. At the moment, he was only thinking about the down payment for his house and Zhu Li, and his heart was full of anger.
But... Song Tan greeted her with a smile, and he knew how to save face. His anger was not directed at Song Tan and his aunt's family, so he just responded in a low voice.
Then he walked dully to Song Tan's house, carrying a large luggage bag and pulling a suitcase.
Song Tan couldn't help but feel more and more satisfied when he saw this - if nothing else, this strength is easier to control than Zhang Yanping!
The wheels of the suitcase made a loud noise on the weathered cement road. Wu Lei was immersed in his own emotions, walking around unmotivated, and then turned through the bamboo forest...
He stood on the roadside, his eyes widening in surprise.
Just...the white walls, gray tiles, and cornices in front of me are his aunt's new house?
This, this, this...this looks so beautiful!
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
He took out his cell phone and prepared to take pictures of Julie, but when he thought of his own situation, he put it down in despair.
Then the first thought that came to my mind was——
If your family builds a house like this, it’s not impossible not to go to Ningcheng to buy a house!
…
The family didn't know that Wu Lei was thinking about eating shit. At the moment, he was boiling water and preparing tea leaves.
Song Sancheng still felt a little guilty:
"Tantan is the same. All these classmates are here and they insist that I brew these old tea leaves..."
These are old leaves or yellow leaves picked out when tea leaves are roasted. They cannot be seen at all.
Of course, the taste is still wonderful, the tea aroma is not bad at all, but the bitterness is more important.
If Song Sancheng really wants to say, he thinks this kind of tea is more resistant to soaking and has more flavor.
But... you can’t use it to entertain guests!
It doesn’t have any of the bar-shaped color that good tea requires.
Wu Lan was fiddling with the commercial water boiler next to the kitchen, while not forgetting to add water to the domestic kettle in the house. Hearing this, he glanced at him:
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"If you entertain twenty or thirty people, you still get two taels of tea, right? What? You didn't pick the tea, and it didn't cost you to build the house, right?"
Virtue!
My daughter is so poor that she has to be so shameless, but this guy is so generous!
Wouldn't it be nice to sell the two taels of tea leaves to others?
Moreover……
She thought of the meat dishes prepared in the kitchen: "Does our family eat poorly or drink poorly? We drink too much tea, right?"
"Not too much, not too much."
Song Sancheng immediately stopped and put an appropriate amount of tea leaves into the disposable cup in front of him.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a person standing in the yard, stunned and confused, like a mouse that stole oil and got into the wrong tank...
To be honest, it's a bit daunting.
Wulan took a look and said: "Wulei is here? Why didn't you call me? Why are you here? Are your parents here? Why do you bring so much luggage? I actually have everything here... Don't worry, I'm here."
Just treat it as a rest, I won't make you suffer."
As he spoke, he called to Song Sancheng: "Take the child upstairs quickly."
Then he whispered: "Take him to the room next to Qiaoqiao."
"Wulei, this kid, has been a little eccentric lately, so we have to ask him to pay more attention to our Qiao Qiao!"
Song Sancheng glanced at her: "Look at the beautiful words you just said..."
Wu Lan glared at him: "Fine words are beautiful words. What Wu Lei did is wrong. Why don't you want others to talk about it?"
As an aunt, she had to cooperate with Tan Tan to twist the child, otherwise she would be sorry for the care her brother and sister-in-law had taken over the years.
…
Wu Lei looked at this extremely spacious and high-end mansion. He was so dazzled at the moment that he was speechless.
It took a long time before I finally took the time to reply: "Girl, you said the house is really beautifully built."
"That's not the case!"
Wulan became proud: "You work hard, I will give you a red envelope, and I will save enough money to build my own house later."
As soon as the house was mentioned, Wu Lei was immediately confused.
Then he carried his luggage dejectedly: "Uncle, which room should I sleep in?"
"Here, here," Song Sancheng quickly led him to the stairs:
"I'll take you to the third floor. Yanping, Qiaoqiao, and his teacher all live here."
"I knew you were coming last night, so your aunt made the bed."
"Tantan lives on the second floor, and I will live with your aunt on the first floor. I will take your grandma and grandpa over after a while. The family will be lively."
The central air conditioner is on, making even the stairwell very cool.
Wu Lei hummed and carried a suitcase in one hand and a bag in the other. Looking at his uncle in front of him, he really had no intention of helping him, so he didn't have any complaints at the moment——
He didn't have such a careful mind or brain, so he just said while climbing the stairs:
"You have spent money to make the house look so nice. There should be an elevator on these three floors. Most villas have elevators."
Song Sancheng: ...What kind of family? Only these three floors are equipped with an elevator? They go up the mountain every day more than walking this little way, and they cook more buns.
They probably found a non-embarrassing topic here. Wu Lei said quite a lot: "Lili and I made a short video before and entered a villa area. The home elevator is very convenient. And the rooms are all made of Chinese furniture.
, mahogany, wenge wood...it looks particularly rich and rich."
"But uncle, your home decoration is good, simple and elegant, and it looks very harmonious. But the sense of technology is not strong enough. People are now popular about smart homes..."
Song Sancheng responded cheerfully and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
As for Leilei, he seems to be fundamentally honest, but he is too arrogant.
As soon as the old man floats up, he looks slick and unreliable, and he has to keep grinding.
Regardless of whether his opinion is reasonable or not, just say that when you are a guest in someone's home, if you can praise us, we should praise you, but if you can't, we should remain silent... This also involves a politeness issue.
But what about this child?
This isn't bad, it's just plain short-sighted!
On the third floor, the room door opened——
Wooden floors, white walls, bright windows, simple gray-blue curtains, a 1.5-meter simple wooden bed and a 4-piece suit of the same plain color...
Wu Lei was instantly pleasantly surprised.
"Uncle, your house is so well decorated! It looks much better than the place I rented in Ningcheng."
He pushed his luggage into the room, couldn't help but touch the quilt again, and then started to evaluate the exquisite life he heard from Lili:
"This quilt is really thin and light. It's not made of silk, right? It's more comfortable than a summer quilt."
Song Sancheng raised his head and looked at the air outlet of the central air conditioner.
He thought to himself: Go ahead! This kid is so restless, his whole body is full of water!
What kind of silk? It’s impossible even to think about it. It’s just that the old cotton at home has been beaten again.