Chapter 232: Where is her home

She finally understood that Jiang Beiyuan’s ex-girlfriend’s situation had to be resolved this time.
There is no way to deceive yourself and others to hold this problem to the bottom of my heart and live a life full of falsehoods.
Sweet and sweet, if it is fake, it will be like a mirror flower and will soon hide in Wuhen.
He Huaiguang walked over and patted Yannian's shoulder, condescending, and sighed heavily.
"Very good, I just thought you two are not suitable at all, in fact, it is better to be thorough—"
He Huaiguang didn't finish what he said, but Yannian came back to his senses and stretched out his hand to push him hard.
"It's not suitable for you! I'm not suitable for him, is it suitable for you?"
After speaking, I took a taxi and left.
She opened the window wide.
The wind from the outside came in, fiercely piercing, and poured into her lungs, making her feel pain in her lungs very quickly, and her limbs were not immune.
How long the journey is, and thousands of houses are brightly lit.
But where,
Is it her home?
...
Ding Baoyi lives in the old town.
She bought the house by herself, and she paid the down payment and mortgage all by herself, without relying on others.
The house is a bit dilapidated, but it's okay, but there are no guards at the door, no street lights when going upstairs, and the wall peeling off, that's all.
She lives on the third floor.
Climbing to the center of the second floor, Ding Baoyi saw a group of dark things squatting in front of her house.
Something like a mushroom, but the thing is still smoking.
Ding Baoyi was taken aback and hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket, trying to turn on the lighting system.
"Who? Who is at my door?"
"It's me...you stupid..."
At the dark door, there was a dull voice with heavy nasal sounds.
Ding Baoyi was relieved.
"You scared me to death, I thought when did my house grow a mushroom!"
"..."
Yan Nian did not speak, but when Ding Baoyi approached to open the door, she moved quickly to hug her leg.
"Help your sister up, her legs are numb."
"Tsk tusk, what did you squat at my door in the middle of the night?"
"How did I know you got off work so late today!"
"My old lady is socializing today, don't you know how to make money!"
He said, pulling Yannian up, then opened the door again and pushed her into the house.
Yan Nian sat down on the sofa in Ding Baoyi's living room, hugged a Husky pillow on the sofa, and cried loudly.
Ding Baoyi's ear hurts from crying, what happened to this lady who was so good today.
Then I went to the kitchen and took a bowl and placed it next to Yannian.
"You cry, keep your tears for me, I'll sell it!"
The words were taken aback.
Do not cry.
Teardrops hung on her long eyelashes, like fragile glass balls, glowing with heat.
"What can tears sell for?"
"Have you ever read the Legend of the White Snake? If Bai Suzhen wants to be promoted to the immortal, she has to collect ten tears of the most pure and beloved mankind."
"Pump,"
He burst into laughter, really stopped crying now.
"Don't say ten drops, I can cry two bowls for you! Really!"
"Hahahahaha—"
Ding Baoyi laughed heartily, and then went to get a bowl for Yannian.
"Then you cry, after crying, I will give these two bowls of tears to your husband, press his head and let him drink it!"
"Ok?"
Yannian squinted slightly: "Hey Ding Baoyi, do you know that I quarreled with Jiang Beiyuan?"
"I do not know."
Ding Baoyi shrugged her shoulders, her tone casual and innocent, "I just joked, what happened to you and Jiang Beiyuan? What happened?"