Viewing a House

Author: Ling Leng Qiyi

Viewing a House

The physical examination report made both Fu Tingjun and Yang Qingwei breathe a sigh of relief. Fu Tingjun finally had the energy to concentrate on his work, and Yang Qingwei also had time to look at the house.

According to the time previously told to the agency, Yang Qingwei made an appointment with Tang Xue, and asked the driver, Old Liu, to take her to Tang Xue's place and let him roam freely. In the evening, Tang Xue was asked to take her home. When Old Liu refused, Yang Qingwei said that Fu Tingjun was

She agreed to go out with Tang Xue, not to mention that the psychological examination was not that fast. Lao Liu still refused, so Yang Qingwei said nothing and followed Tang Xue upstairs obediently.

"Don't you have a back door here?" Yang Qingwei asked nervously after closing the door.

Tang Xue said "shush" to her, and after a while he took her down. When he was approaching the first floor, he asked Yang Qingwei to stop, and went down to see if the driver was nearby. When he saw that the driver was not there, he waved to her, and took her from another place.

The door leaves.

It wasn't until the car was far away from Tang Xue's studio that Yang Qingwei breathed a sigh of relief.

The two houses Yang Qingwei was interested in were in the same community and very close to each other, so she had plenty of time.

One is a small two-bedroom apartment, with the master bedroom facing the sun, a large balcony in the living room, and all kitchen and bathroom supplies. However, the price is a bit high, more than 3,000 a month. Yang Qingwei thought about her savings and asked the agent about another house.

Location.

The other one is a one-bedroom apartment with a cheap rent of 1,000 yuan, but there is nothing in the house and she needs to buy it herself. More importantly, there is no kitchen, which means she has no place to cook.

Yang Qingwei looked at the house in full view and asked the agent if the price could be lower. The agent said that he could not make the decision and had to ask the landlord. Yang Qingwei asked some more rental requirements, and the agent answered them one by one. Yang Qingwei did not dare to directly

make decision.

When going back with Tang Xue, Tang Xue curiously asked her why she wanted to rent a house. Yang Qingwei wanted to say that she was going to divorce Fu Tingjun, but she swallowed her words considering her relationship with Fu Tingjun.

"It's nothing, I just saw it online and thought it was good."

Tang Xue did not take her back to the studio, but went to a nearby cold drink shop. The two sat across from each other, and Yang Qingwei lowered her head in shame.

"I don't want to interfere in your lives, but I am your psychiatrist. I always have the right to understand you, right? I'm worried about you now."

Yang Qingwei took the straw and gently stirred the drink in the cup in front of her without saying anything.

Tang Xue also felt that she had gone too far, but she didn't want Yang Qingwei to return to her original state. After all, it was not easy to rescue her, so she said, "You don't have other ideas, do you?"

She took a sip of the drink, and the cold drink flowed down her esophagus into her stomach, making her feel comfortable.

Yang Qingwei looked at her with a relaxed expression and replied: "Actually, I want to move out."

"Move out?" Tang Xue exhaled in disbelief. Yang Qingwei immediately stretched out her hand to tell her to lower her voice. Tang Xue nodded guiltily.

Seeing that there was no one around Fu Tingjun, Yang Qingwei's nervousness eased slightly.

"You don't like Zhenyuan?" Tang Xue asked in a breathy voice.

Yang Qingwei nodded honestly.

Tang Xue only thinks that the ideas of rich people are really unique.

"Zhenyuan and I are incompatible, and he and I are not compatible." She was referring to Fu Tingjun.

The music was soothing, as if a clear stream flowed through the heart, leaving a trace of refreshment. It was a pity that such refreshment could not be brought to Tang Xue.

She stared at Yang Qingwei seriously and said, "Why do you have such thoughts? Is it because he told you or for other reasons?"

Yang Qingwei suddenly felt that Tang Xue was a bit naive. The difference between her and Fu Tingjun could be seen by a discerning person at a glance. Why would she ask such a mentally retarded question?

Shaking her head with a wry smile, Yang Qingwei said to Tang Xue, "The gap between him and me is obvious at a glance."
Chapter completed!