Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Two: Seven Hundred Dollars of Business
An hour later, Yang Ning drove to the villa area. It was already dark, but there were still several security guards on duty standing at the gate of the villa area.
They are all veterans of the military and are on duty 24 hours a day.
This place is very big. It took Fang Jing more than 20 minutes just to walk in last time. Fortunately, Yang Ning drove over, otherwise he would have to borrow a small electric donkey from the guard to ride in.
Not long after, the destination was reached at the entrance of a courtyard.
Taking the key and opening the courtyard door, a duplex two-story villa comes into view. In addition to the garage, there is also a small swimming pool in the yard.
After parking the car, the two began to move things.
"Have you been buying this villa for a while? Is this how you decorate it?"
Looking at the empty hall with only a set of leisure sofas and coffee tables, and a box of instant noodles in the kitchen, Yang Ning was speechless.
I spent an 80 million yuan in a villa in vain, and all I could do was eat instant noodles when I came in. Who would believe it?
"I often run outside and can't come back even once for ten and a half months. No matter how hard I make it, I won't show it to anyone." Fang Jing shook his head and walked upstairs with a suitcase in one hand.
The first floor is the living room, which is used for living, dining, bathing, and a study. The second floor is where you rest and sleep.
Standing in the living room, you can see the corridor and railings upstairs, which is very simple in Western style.
"There are five rooms, can you choose one by yourself?" Fang Jing said to Yang Ning upstairs.
"I want this!" Yang Ning pointed to a room in the south, which has a good view, floor-to-ceiling windows, transparent glass, and a balcony.
"You are so thoughtful, didn't you see that my bed is inside?"
This place has long been occupied, but his life is relatively simple, and there is nothing else in the room except a wardrobe and bed.
"Then I'll choose the one next door."
People had to lower their heads under the eaves. Yang Ning had no choice but to choose the one next door that was a little worse. It was said to be a little worse, but in fact the light was not very good.
The balconies of the two rooms are connected, so you can visit at any time.
"I'll go! Is this what you did?"
Opening the door and looking at the empty room, Yang Ning's head was covered with black lines.
Where to sleep here? On the floor?
"I told you to move in tomorrow. I lived alone before and didn't prepare any extra beds."
"Then what should I do? You will sleep on the bed, and I will sleep outside in the yard?"
Yang Ning speaks with anger, and if Dayoufangjing is not satisfied again, she will run away in minutes.
After all, she is still in trouble now. Dad, an investor, bah! Mom, let her sleep on the floor. Is this the attitude an actor should have?
In the past, she didn't believe Xiao Wenjing when she said that Fang Jing arranged a morgue for her, but now she really feels that there is nothing he can't do.
"Ahem, cough, cough! Calm down, you can go to my room and feel aggrieved for the night. I will go buy furniture tomorrow."
"What!" Yang Ning raised her voice a few degrees and hummed softly: "I really didn't see it, are you a coward?"
Fang Jing...
"What are you thinking about? I won't sleep here at night!"
"Where can I sleep if I don't sleep here?"
“Just find a hotel outside and spend one night there.”
"Come on, if you leave, how will I go out tomorrow? If the security guards catch me, I won't be able to question you."
"Then what should I do? The real estate agent is off work, so I can only wait until tomorrow to register your personal information."
"Why don't you just rest here." Yang Ning rolled her eyes, put her fair hands on Fang Jing's shoulders, and said boldly, "We can sleep on the same bed, so you can take advantage."
His whole body trembled. Fang Jing seemed to have seen Grandma Wolf's expression and shook his head hastily, "I'll sleep on the sofa below."
Yang Ning is not a casual person. Although he usually likes to make dirty jokes, if he really dares to take the initiative to reach out, he is afraid that his life will be in danger.
The two of them went to an event before, and a manager of the organizer got drunk and stretched out his hands, but Yang Ning kicked him so hard that his eyes almost bulged out.
"I gave you a chance but you didn't know it yourself. Go out and I'll change my clothes!"
…
In the evening, in order to celebrate Yang Ning's move to a new house, Fang Jing took out a few buckets of instant noodles and pickled mustard from his collection, and the two of them sat in the living room and ate happily.
"Bliss!"
"Listen to my sister's advice. Don't take the initiative to find a girlfriend in the future. It can easily cause harm to others. Look at what kind of life you are living now."
"A luxury house with instant noodles and flip-flops and short sleeves. Why do you make so much money? Can't you just try to live a normal life?"
With long wavy hair, Yang Ning scolded her while eating.
As soon as she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a white hip-length gown, buttoned up.
"Gulu!"
With his throat rolling, Fang Jingna was still thinking about eating noodles. What came to his mind were the colorful underwear he saw in the toilet while moving during the day.
Several bottles of red wine were brought in the car, and Yang Ning drank them one by one. They were gifts from others and were expensive. She had not drunk them a few times and was reluctant to throw them away when she moved.
"How can a grown man not drink? He did it!"
Seeing Fang Jingqian sitting there, Yang Ning gave him a bottle directly.
After drinking, Yang Ning talked a lot, chattering endlessly, talking about many things, the sadness of these years, the hard work of one person, while talking, her eyes turned red and she started to cry softly...
Half an hour later, Fang Jing sighed and helped her go upstairs to rest. After covering her with a quilt, she went downstairs and took a cold shower.
In the dead of night, the full moon hangs in the sky and enters the thick clouds.
In the middle of the night, in a daze, Fang Jing felt as if something was lying on him, like a legendary ghost pressing down on his bed. He was so frightened that his hair stood on end and he was covered in cold sweat.
Opening his eyes, in the darkness, the tentacles were soft, and there was a faint fragrance of a girl coming from the tip of his nose. This was... Yang Ning.
"I'm drunk and sleepwalking. I can do whatever you want!!"
Hearing this domineering voice, Fang Jing was shocked all over, and then he felt a thin hand caressing his body.
He was speechless and was silenced by Yang Ning who was riding on him.
If there was no reaction at all at this time, Fang Jing should wonder if he was physically ill.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of a story. Once upon a time, a scholar took shelter from the rain and stayed in an ancient temple at night. When he entered, he found a young girl inside.
There was only one bed, and before going to bed, the girl drew a line in the middle, saying that she could not exceed it, otherwise he would be a beast.
When it was dawn, the scholar did not make any progress, but before leaving, the girl said that he was not even as good as a beast.
To be a beast or worse than a beast? It doesn't matter.
While Fang Jing was still struggling, Yang Ning had already gotten down to business.
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired, and the enemy was approaching the city. He couldn't control so much.
As the old saying goes, life is all about that. If you can't do that, then you can only do that.
…
"Sister Ning, I will be responsible for you!!"
At dawn, in the bedroom upstairs, Fang Jing said to Yang Ning who was beside him.
"We are all adults. Why are you talking about this? Everyone can do what they want. I won't pester you."
Lifting the quilt, Yang Ning spoke frankly, taking out the clothes from the closet and changing them one by one in front of Fang Jing.
Yesterday I did everything, but now it doesn't matter.
"Sister Ning! I..."
"You are too old to know this. Besides, we still don't know who is playing with whom."
"What's the meaning?"
In Fang Jing's shocked eyes, Yang Ning took out 700 yuan from her wallet and threw it on the bed.