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Chapter 77 Chapter Seventy-eight Glimmer

A community in Jingzhou, Hubei Province.

At night, the community is ablaze with lights, the New Year is approaching, and firecrackers sound from time to time.

Zeng Li and her sister Zeng Hua hugged pillows and curled up on the sofa. Their heads, one big and one small, were hidden behind the pillows, and they secretly glanced at the TV.

On TV, there are eerie woods, with shrill meows from time to time, eerie...

"ah!"

Zeng Li screamed and hugged her sister tightly.

"Sister, let me go, I..."

Zeng Hua couldn't breathe.

Zeng Li let go of her sister and looked down, feeling somewhat proud.

"Sister, this cat demon is too scary. Let's look at something else."

What was playing on the TV was the recently released TV series "Spring and Piggy". As soon as this drama started airing, it became the number one in the ratings at the same time.

The nine-life cat demon in it has also become a childhood nightmare for many people.

"No." Zeng Li refused, hugging a pillow and curling up on the sofa. She stayed at home after the Chinese drama holiday.

At this time, the mobile phone buzzed.

Zeng Li turned on her phone and read the text message, feeling a little surprised.

It's him.

Remembering the "deep love" between the sisters in the dormitory last time, Zeng Li hummed: "Han Qiao, I'm not in Yanjing, but Hu Jing is. I'll give you her phone number, and you can contact her."

After sending the text message, Zeng Li put down the phone.

Thinking of Hu Jing's expression when she received Han Qiao's text message, Zeng Li couldn't help laughing.

Zeng Hua quietly stayed away from her sister. She knew that every time her sister laughed like this, someone would be in trouble.

Yanjing, Yuyuantan Apartment.

Han Qiao poured himself a glass of water, sat at his desk, and continued to write.

Qiao Jingjing...

"You Are My Glory" is the background of King of Glory. There is no King of Glory in this era. Han Qiao had to fabricate reality, giving this book a bit of science fiction flavor.

Fortunately, this is a dog food article.

At this time, the mobile phone buzzed. Han Qiao took the mobile phone and looked at it thoughtfully.

Hu Jing.

Han Qiao thought for a while. He and Hu Jing were not familiar with each other, so the text message could not be so straightforward: "Hello Hu Jing, this is Han Qiao, are you in Yanjing now?"

After sending the text message and receiving no reply, Han Qiao put down the phone and continued writing the novel.

Yanjing, a courtyard house in Shichahai.

Hu Jing was lying on the bed, reading the book in her hand by the light of the bedside.

This year she has two dramas to film, one is "Mr. Liaozhai" and the other is Rong Xingda's "Ci of Daming Palace".

There was an audition for another drama "Detective Fang Miao" in the past few days, so I rented a room in Shichahai, not far from the Central Theater.

At this time, the mobile phone buzzed.

Hu Jing looked at her phone and screamed on the bed, "It's him. How come he has my phone number?"

Hu Jing had a good impression of Han Qiao, mainly because he was handsome and so affectionate. She thought about it and typed with green fingers: "Here."

Hu Jing smiled proudly, wiggling her feet under the light.

As a senior theoretical master, Hu Jing considers herself to be gifted at teasing men.

When Han Qiao received the news, he saw that there was only one word, and he was a little puzzled. He saw Hu Jing at the Chinese Theater that day, and she was not so aloof.

Han Qiao thought about the wording for a moment: "Do you have time this week? I have something I want to ask Teacher Hu for help."

Hu Jing received the text message, turned over and lay on the bed, her shapely calves hooked on the quilt: "Yeah."

"Then...next Monday?"

"Um."

"Houhai?"

"Um."

"You were kidnapped?"

Hu Jing gritted her teeth. This bitch typed viciously: "No."

Putting away her mobile phone, Hu Jing buried her head in the quilt and groaned: "Isn't this a little too quick to reply?"

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The next day, Han Qiao received a call from Xia Wen. Xia Wen's assistant found him a house in Yuyuantan.

The community is No. 9, Yuyuantan South Road.

The location is right at the back gate of Yuyuantan, within the Second Ring Road, and only a fifteen-minute drive to Tiananmen Square.

Han Qiao met Xia Wen at the gate of the community.

Xia Wen wore a Milan-colored windbreaker and a white slim-fitting long skirt. She had a honey waist and apple hips, and her calves wrapped in black silk were straight and slender.

It's such a cold day in Yanjing, my pretty face turned red from the cold.

"Mr. Xia, what are you doing?"

Xia Wen rolled his eyes at Han Qiao and took the document from his assistant: "It's not just to find a house for you, otherwise it wouldn't be cold at all in the office."

"Han Qiao, look, this is an introduction to the community."

Han Qiao took the document. The assistant's work was very detailed and all surrounding facilities were marked.

Later generations also heard about Yuyuantan No. 9 Courtyard Hanqiao. At that time, the average price of the community was 140,000/square meter, and it was an old house that was more than 20 years old. Now the community has just been built, and the average price is 4,100/square meter.

In Yanjing in 2000, commercial housing had just become popular, and the design of No. 9 Yuyuantan South Road was advanced and bold.

Xia Wen followed Han Qiao into the community: "Han Qiao, this house was renovated by the developer. It was originally reserved for the leaders, but the leaders didn't need it, so it was put up for sale."

Han Qiao looked at the house under the guidance of the developer's sales representative.

It is a 12-story small bungalow. The house is on the sixth floor, faces south, has a good view and lighting, and has brand-new furniture and appliances.

The salesperson calculated the budget for him, it was 86/square meter, the unit price was 4,500/square meter, and the total price was 387,000.

This price is still acceptable to Hanqiao. In a few years, this amount of money will not be enough to buy a toilet in Yanjing. Now I can buy a two-bedroom apartment in the core of Haidian.

However, he only had 370,000 yuan in hand, so it was impossible to pay the full amount. Han Qiao asked the salesperson: "Xiao Wang, is it easy to get a loan now?"

Xiao Wang is an elite salesman and said confidently: "No problem, Mr. Han."

"No, just full payment."

Xia Wen walked up from behind. This woman was young and had the air of a wealthy woman. She smiled and said, "Han Qiao, I will personally lend you two hundred thousand."

Han Qiao thought for a while. "Long Clan 2" will be published after the new year. Two hundred thousand is easy: "That's okay. Thank you, Mr. Xia."

Xia Wen smiled and hated the "dong dong" sound he made when he stepped on the floor.

She was more enthusiastic about Han Qiao buying a house than buying her own house.

On the same day, after Han Qiao signed the contract with the developer, the credit card machine rang. All his savings for the year were gone, and he still owed Xia Wen 200,000 yuan.

After sitting in the lobby for a while, Xiao Wang gave me the key.

Han Qiao looked at the key in his hand and felt at ease. No matter how bad his life was in the future, he would still be a "multimillionaire".

That night, Han Qiao packed up his luggage and moved over.

The layout of this house is very good, both bedrooms have large balconies, and the master bedroom balcony faces south.

Han Qiao declined Xia Wen's plan to arrange for his aunt, bought cleaning tools himself, and cleaned inside and out.

Xia Wen couldn't understand this mentality at all, but Han Qiao was very excited.

This home has special meaning to him. A year after his rebirth, he always felt that he was a passerby in this world. Only after buying a house and having a home did he feel completely settled.

In the evening, I finished cleaning up.

Han Qiao simply made a bowl of noodles in the kitchen.

At present, the occupancy rate of the community is not high. Looking out from the window, the community is dim, with snowflakes dancing under the orange lights.

The noodles are steaming hot and a light is on.

Don’t compare to reality

In the setting, Hu Jing has a lot of inner drama and considers herself a master at seducing men.

In fact, it is a weak sub-batch.

In addition, some people may say that Hu Jing is a nymphomaniac, which will be written later.

Again, what’s the difference between brainless sending and left-handedness?

(End of chapter)