The walls on both sides of the dilapidated corridor are dirty, and the narrow walls are messy by black watercolor strokes. The dry gum has stuck on the yellow wall. The sour stinky around the corner.

Ding Yiyi has retired. With her understanding of Song Mengjie, the other party has a good family situation from a young age. She will not choose to live in such a place.

When she wanted to leave, there was a sound of disputes on the corridor. Isn't one of the women's voice that sound like Song Mengjie?

She ran up the stairs and saw a obese middle -aged woman in front of a shabby blue iron door on the third floor.

I ca n’t afford 800 yuan for rent, how do you come from this child! "

A thin woman's voice came from the door, "I'm tired now, I will prepare money for you tomorrow afternoon."

Ding Yiyi didn't dare to go to the door. After seeing the person who had been worried this month, he murmured with his mouth: "Dream Jie."

"Yiyi." Song Mengjie also looked at her in surprise. She couldn't speak for a while, but she subconsciously covered her bulging belly.

The woman looked up and down Ding Yiyi's dress, and said, "You are her friend, you should have money to see, don't borrow money for her, she will not pay back!"

"Enough!" Ding Yiyi drank, took out a stack of money from the bag to her, "Go now."

With Ye Nianmo for a long time, she also had a momentum on her body. The woman glanced at the money in her hand, which was several times the rent.

Song Mengjie stood down and bowed his head and didn't speak, and turned back to the room silently.

Ding Yiyi followed her behind her. The room inside was only thirty square meters. A bed was placed on the wall, and a few clothes were placed on the bed. In addition to the bed, there was only one electric fan left in the room.

There is a table, and the table is messy with a stack of meat that is not finished.

"Meng Jie." Ding Yiyi spoke hard, her eyes fell on her bulging belly.

Song Mengjie collected the clothes on the bed, shaking the quilt and began to stack the quilt.

"Who is the child's father?" Ding Yiyi was serious.

Song Mengjie started, "Can't say it now"

"Why? You are maintaining him? But looking at you, he doesn't care about you at all."

"This is not the case." Song Mengjie shouted at her sharply, "He will marry me."

Her hand always held her belly, and murmured: "Yes, it's his child, he will choose me."

Ding Yiyi was scared by the madness on her face, "Don't be excited, you tell me what is good, I can help you."

"You can't help me, wait a few months, just wait for the child to be born." Song Mengjie suddenly turned around and looked at Ding Yiyi's expression serious. "Today you see me.

. ""

"Why, who is that man, why do you maintain him?" Ding Yiyi was puzzled.

Song Mengjie's tears fell without signs, and he looked at Ding Yiyi in his heart and hurriedly said: "I won't say it, but you can't live here, will you return to Ye's house?"

"no!"

Ding Yiyi didn't expect her to respond so much, and looked at her a little bit, "Song Meng."

"After all, I didn't get married, I don't want everyone to see me," Song Mengjie hurriedly bowed his head to cover up his guilty eyes. Ding Yiyi thought about it, and said, "Then you live in the house I bought.
Chapter completed!