Zhao Qinglan was silent for a moment and said calmly: "No."
Sad.
Sad.
Xiao Yu: "Obviously."
Zhao Qinglan glanced at him and said, "You are as much a member of my family as my brother. How can your childhood sweethearts compare to you?"
Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took her hand and put it on her face, "Sister, you are the best. I like your sister the most."
"..."
Zhao Qinglan took back her hand and continued eating.
Seeing the small box placed on her desk, Xiao Yu pointed at it.
"These are real estate deeds."
When he came in, he saw the small box placed on her desk, which contained a stack of red books and keys.
Zhao Qinglan: "Well, I just bought a few properties."
I bought a few properties at random.
Sister, please be a human being!
He picked up the real estate certificate and looked through it randomly, and happened to see his name on the real estate certificate. Xiao Yu was stunned, "Why is this my name?"
Some time ago, I heard her talk about buying a house and purchasing other properties, but why now his name is written on the property certificate.
"That's what you see." Zhao Qinglan said as he glanced into the box and raised his hand to indicate, "It's all there."
What are they called?
Xiao Yu reached out and looked through the real estate certificates in the box one by one, and understood what she meant when she said they were all there. Indeed, they were all there. Her sister bought them all a villa and a flat.
People sit down from home, and houses come from heaven.
Autistic.
Numb!
Seeing that he seemed unhappy, Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly. "Don't like it?"
Is this a question of whether I like it or not? Xiao Yu raised her hand to touch her forehead and couldn't help but hold back a sentence. "I'll give you a look and you'll know for yourself."
Zhao Qinglan looked calm.
"It's the end of the year, New Year's gift."
new Year's gift!!
Whose New Year’s gift is given to a villa!!! It’s really poverty that limits imagination.
"Can I give it back to you?"
Zhao Qinglan lowered her face.
"What do you think!"
That just can't be done.
After putting away the house books, Xiao Yu took a walk around Zhao Qinglan's office while she was eating.
"Sister, your office is too deserted."
"It feels like something is missing."
"There should be a cactus here and two pots of green plants there. It will look more alive. I will buy it for you tomorrow."
Zhao Qinglan had no objection.
"Can."
Stand high and see far.
This is the 28th floor, and it is in the commercial street. From here, the stars are bright and the lights are bright. It is like the twinkling stars in the night sky. The scenery is quite beautiful.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I got home this evening.
My parents are both at home.
Seeing them, Zhao Qinglan said hello.
"Dad, Mom."
"Lan Lan, you're back, why are you so late? This is too hard. It's a pity that your father and I can't help you."
"Fortunately, it's not hard."
Zhao Qinglan shook his head slightly.
"By the way, this is for you." As he spoke, Zhao Qinglan took out the real estate certificate and keys from the bag he was carrying and put them on the coffee table.
Zhao Qinglan's parents were shocked when they saw those red real estate certificates. At first glance, they were all red books. There were no less than ten real estate certificates on the table in front of them.
The two of them counted and found exactly ten books, no more or no less.
Are all real estate certificates wholesaled now?
After Zhao Jun and his wife took the real estate certificate and looked through it, they fell silent and felt numb.
Of the real estate certificates in hand, three of them have the couple's names written on them together. The other four were bought in the name of the son, and the rest were in the name of the daughter.
The couple looked at each other and saw the words "dumbfounded" in each other's eyes.
It took a long time for the two of them to hold back two words.
"Good."
Thinking of the poor days before, their family could only rent a house outside and could not even afford a house. Now, there are too many houses to live in.
It's good to buy a house. If you need it urgently in the future, you can sell the house or mortgage it to cash out.
"You kid, why do your dad and I need these? You should buy them directly under your name."
However, as a family, we don’t talk to outsiders.
"Also, I also bought a property in Xiao Yu's name, let me tell you."
Hearing this, Zhao Qinglan's parents were not surprised at all, and said with a smile: "This matter will be done according to your wishes. Your father and I have no objections. Just make sure you are happy."
"Also, I bought a small manor under my name, right in the center of Nancheng City. The environment there is very good, and we will move there after the year."
"Okay! As long as the family is together, we can live anywhere." Zhao Ma nodded, indicating that she had no objection.
the other side.
Zhou Jinrou looked at the real estate certificate her son had brought back. After being stunned for a moment, she no longer had much expression and felt numb.
It feels like having a wealthy son-in-law, and my mood is really complicated.
Soon, school was on vacation.
A few days later, Zhao Qinglan's company also had a holiday. After Zhao Qinglan had people buy two large cars as New Year gifts, all the employees went home to celebrate the New Year.
It’s time to celebrate the New Year.
Every household is preparing New Year's goods, and those who work outside are rushing home so that they can have a hot reunion dinner on New Year's Eve.
There is a saying that goes well, if you have money but don’t have money, you can go home to celebrate the New Year.
Zhao Qinglan's family returned to their hometown a few days early after buying various New Year's goods in the city.
To celebrate the New Year, kill the New Year pig to have the appearance of celebrating the New Year.
This is true for southerners, especially in rural areas. Every household has to kill the New Year pig during the Chinese New Year.
Early that morning, while Zhao Qinglan was still in bed, he heard the screams of pigs downstairs.
In his hometown, Zhao Qinglan's room is on the third floor. Although the sound insulation effect of this house is good, the sound of killing pigs can still be heard.
I picked up my phone and looked at the time.
Half past five in the morning.
This is really early.
He got up. He had just woken up and was still a little awake. Zhao Qinglan sat on the bed for a while before getting up and changing clothes.
She lowered her head and glanced in front of her. Her body was starting to grow and she looked pretty good.
After dressing neatly and washing up, Zhao Qinglan walked to the window and reached out to open the window. It snowed last night, and today it was completely white outside, and there were even snowflakes floating in the sky.
At this time, the downstairs of her house was quite lively.
The neighbors who helped, as well as my parents were all there. Of course, most of them stood and watched. They paid someone to kill him, not themselves.
It feels like the old days of fighting and killing are really getting further and further away from her.
Downstairs, her mother looked up and saw her standing in front of the window.
"Yao'er, you're up."
Zhao Qinglan: "..."
After her mother finished speaking, Zhao Qinglan saw several people downstairs looking up at her.
"There's breakfast in the pot, go downstairs and have some."
"Okay, Mom."
Have a peaceful time!
The mobile phone placed in the pocket of the down jacket rang, and Zhao Qinglan raised his eyebrows slightly.