Zuo Enen looked at his childish behavior and rolled his eyes helplessly.
It's really boring... But since he has money, he can spend it freely. It's not his own money anyway.
She turned around and was about to leave, but Minglie stopped her from behind.
"Hey, you just left like that?!"
"What else?" Zuo Enen turned around and crossed his arms across his chest, "Second Young Master of the Ming Family, I remember I said that I will no longer have anything to do with the Ming Family in the future, right?"
"Who has anything to do with you?" Ming Lie roared with a hint of annoyance, "I'm here to buy a house, what does it have to do with you? It was obviously you who stared at my car first."
Zuo Enen found that he really couldn't communicate with him.
"Okay, then you can buy the villa slowly. I have something else to do and I'll leave first."
After saying that, she was about to turn around, and Minglie subconsciously pulled her back. Even he was shocked by his actions.
"What are you doing again?" Zuo Enen took two steps back, "My mother may come out at any time. Seeing that I am still in contact with you, I will be scolded again. Can you tell me if you have anything to do?"
"...It was Long Teng who sent you back just now?" Minglie raised his eyebrows and sneered coldly, "You really couldn't wait to throw yourself into his arms."
Zuo Enen pursed his lips and suppressed his anger, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
"Don't forget, we haven't received the divorce certificate yet!"
"Then when are you going to get it?" Zuo Enen shook off his hand and rubbed it in disgust, "If you are so free, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau now."
A hint of gloom flashed through Ming Lie's eyes, "Are you anxious to marry Long Teng?"
"Yes, are you satisfied with this answer?" Zuo Enen was really too lazy to pay attention to him, "Are you going to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
"No time!"
"Okay, then go and get busy." Zuo Enen shrugged, turned around and walked away without stopping.
The anger in Minglie's chest was rising, but he couldn't find a way to vent it!
Looking back at the villa he had just "bought", he suddenly curled his lips, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Send my daily necessities to the east of Yucheng, yes... find a decoration company to come by the way..."
————Silent dividing line————
At dinner, Zuo Enen sat at the dining table to eat with her parents.
Because Yang Shuqin was afraid that her daughter's body would not recover well, she always took supplements.
What about stewed black-bone chicken, stewed pig heart and jujube soup...
Zuo Qingtian also kept putting vegetables into her bowl. Although he didn't say anything, he felt sorry for his daughter. After all, she was such a treasure.
"Dad, this is too much. If you eat too much at night, it will not be easy to digest!" Zuo Enen curled his lips and looked at the full bowl of soup in front of him, somewhat dumbfounded.
"Why are you afraid of digestion? After you finish eating, go for a walk with your mother."
"Yes, yes, you and your mother will go out for a walk later. We haven't talked for a long time." Yang Shuqin said, and handed her another jujube.
Zuo Enen immediately shut up and lowered his head to eat.
If he protested again, there would probably be more in the bowl.
After finally eating it all, Zuo Enen rubbed his belly. He was so full that he didn't want to move anymore.
Zuo Qingtian was sitting on the sofa watching the news. Suddenly he remembered something and turned to ask her, "Well, when will you get the divorce certificate for you and the second young master of the Ming family?"
"..." Zuo En'en was stunned, curled his lips and said in embarrassment, "I don't know, I haven't seen him lately... I think he is very busy, otherwise he should be more anxious than me."