MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 394 394. It’s OK Not to Buy a House
Chapter 394 394. It’s okay not to buy a house
Wu Lei has no idea how sinister Song Tan's smiling face is. Right now, he is only thinking about the down payment of his house and Julie, and his heart is full of resentment.
But... Song Tan greeted him with a smile, but he still knew how to show respect. This resentment was not aimed at Song Tan and his aunt's family, so he just agreed in a muffled voice.
Then, while carrying the big luggage bag and pulling the suitcase, he walked to Song Tan's house in a dull manner.
Seeing this, Song Tan couldn't help being more satisfied—not to mention anything else, this strength is better than Zhang Yanping's!
The wheels of the suitcase made a loud noise on the weathered concrete road. Wu Lei was immersed in his emotions, walked around without much energy, and then turned across the bamboo forest...
! !
He stood on the side of the road, his eyes widened in surprise.
Just... the white walls and gray tiles in front of me, with angled corners and upturned eaves, is his aunt's new house?
This, this... This looks too beautiful!
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.
He took out his mobile phone and prepared to take pictures of Zhu Li, but when he thought of his situation, he put down his head in dejection.
Then the first thought that came to mind was—
If the family builds the house like this, it is not impossible not to go to Ningcheng to buy a house!
…
The family members don't know that Wu Lei is thinking about farts now. At this moment, those who boil water are boiling water, and those who are preparing tea are preparing tea.
Song Sancheng still has a little guilt:
"The same goes for Tan Tan, this classmate is here, insisting that I make this old tea leaf..."
These are old leaves or yellow leaves picked out when tea leaves are roasted, and they cannot be seen at all.
Of course, the taste is still excellent, and the strong tea aroma is not bad at all, but the bitterness is more important.
Really want Song Sancheng to say, he thinks this kind of one is more resistant to foaming and tastes better.
But...it can't be used to entertain guests!
Good tea leaves don’t have any bar color.
Ulan was fiddling with the commercial water heater next to the kitchen, while not forgetting to add water to the household kettle in the house, and glanced at him when he heard this:
"Twenty or thirty people, you can get two taels of tea for any treat, right? Why? You didn't pick the tea, and it didn't cost you money to build the house, right?"
Virtue!
My daughter is so poor that she has the cheek to kill her, but this one is so generous!
Isn’t it good to sell those two taels of tea to others?
Moreover…
She thought of the meat dishes prepared in the kitchen: "Is it bad for our family to eat or drink? The tea is almost not too much, right?"
"Not too much not too much."
Song Sancheng died down instantly, and then put an appropriate amount of tea leaves into the disposable cup in front of him.
At this moment, I suddenly saw a man standing in the yard, dazed and dazed, like a mouse who stole oil and put it into the wrong tank...
To be honest, I was a little timid.
Wu Lan took a look: "Wu Lei is here? Why didn't you call to say anything? How did you come? Are your parents here? Why do you still have so much luggage? I actually have everything here... Don't worry, I'm here Take it as a rest, I won’t make you suffer.”
While speaking, he greeted Song Sancheng: "Hurry up and take the child upstairs."
Then he whispered: "You take him to the room next to Jojo."
"Wu Lei's thinking has been a bit biased recently, but I have to tell him to look at our Qiao Qiao more!"
Song Sancheng glanced at her: "Look at the beautiful words you just said..."
Ulan glared at him: "Pretty words are pretty words, what Wu Lei did wrong is wrong, why don't you want people to say it?"
She is an aunt, she has to cooperate with Tan Tan to twist the child, otherwise she will be sorry for her elder brother and sister-in-law for taking care of her family all these years.
…
Wu Lei looked at this extraordinarily spacious and high-end mansion, so dizzy at the moment that he was a little speechless.
It took a long time before I finally took the time to reply: "Gu, your house is so beautifully built."
"That's not it!"
Ulan became proud: "You work hard, I will give you a red envelope, and when I save up, I will build a house for my own house."
As soon as the house was mentioned, Wu Lei lost his head in an instant.
Then he carried his luggage dejectedly: "Uncle, which room should I sleep in?"
"Here, here," Song Sancheng hastily led him to the stairs:
"I'll take you up to the third floor. Yanping, Qiaoqiao, and his teacher all live here."
"Knowing that you are coming last night, your aunt has made all the beds."
"Tantan lives on the second floor, and I will live with you on the first floor. I will take your grandma and grandpa over after a while. The family is lively."
The central air conditioner is on, and even the stairwell looks extra cool.
Wu Lei groaned, carrying the suitcase in one hand and the bag in the other, looking at his uncle in front of him, he really didn't intend to help him at all, so he didn't have any complaints at the moment—
He didn't have such a careful thought and brain, he just said while climbing the stairs:
"I spent money to tidy up the house so nicely. There should be an elevator on these three floors. Every villa has an elevator."
Song Sancheng: ...What family? Is there an elevator for these three floors? They go up the mountain every day for more than this way, and they burn more buns.
I probably found a topic that is not embarrassing here. Wu Lei talked quite a lot: "Lili and I took a short video before and entered a villa area. The family elevator in their home is very convenient. And the rooms are all Chinese-style furniture. , mahogany, chicken wing wood... It looks particularly rich and rich."
"However, Uncle, your home decoration is also good, simple and elegant, and looks very harmonious. It's just that the sense of technology is not strong enough, people are now popular with smart homes..."
Song Sancheng responded cheerfully, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
This Leilei seems to be honest from the bottom up, but she is too flamboyant.
Once the old men float up, people will look oily and unreliable, and they have to be polished again.
Let’s not care whether his opinions are reasonable or not, just say that when you are a guest at someone’s house, if you can praise us, we will praise you, but if you can’t, you will keep silent... This also involves a question of politeness.
But what about this kid?
It's not bad, it's pure heartlessness!
Going up to the third floor, the door of the room was pushed—
Wood floors, white walls, translucent windows, gray-blue curtains with simple color schemes, a simple wooden bed measuring 1.5 meters and a 4-piece suit of the same plain color on top...
Wu Lei was instantly pleasantly surprised.
"Uncle, your house is really well decorated! It looks much better than the place I rented in Ningcheng."
He pushed the luggage into the room, couldn't help touching the bedding again, and then began to evaluate the exquisite life he heard from Lili:
"This quilt is really light and thin, don't you know how to use silk? It's more comfortable than a cool summer quilt."
Song Sancheng looked up at the air outlet of the central air conditioner.
He thought to himself: Let's go! This child is not buoyant, he is half full of water!
What kind of silk? It's impossible to think about it, because the old cotton at home has been slapped again.
The summer quilt is a little thinner.
Let’s not say good night, there is more! If the monthly ticket exceeds 10,000, add 10.
And the Gagen of the leader has been delayed for a long time.
There are still some treasures with great comments (you have to add a new update to the wun21 house layout in the comment area), and I hope you will produce more good comments and opinions!
(end of this chapter)
