He Is Warmer Than Time

The next day, the sky cleared, one autumn rain and one cold, Haicheng completely cold.

Zhong Qi stood in front of a bungalow, and a man came out inside, and reached out her hand. She handed a cowhide envelope to the man, and the man clicked: "Well, I will rent you here for half a year. This is the key."

Zhong Qi took the key, her heart dripping with blood.

She originally spent a lot of money, buying a house used up all her savings, and later borrowed a little money to buy a car. At this moment, the money she borrowed was almost repaid, and Mrs. Su gave her another problem. Said to come to her house to sit down.

How can you meet people in that small apartment?

No way, she went to borrow money again. The point is that she is now a well-known prosecutor, and everyone she knows thinks that she has a good mix. How dare she borrow money from friends she knows?

As a result, she could only find an underground bank to borrow money from them, and barely collected the half-year rent of the large house.

Her heart is bleeding.

But on another thought, if Mrs. Su can be satisfied, then she might be able to enter the Tang family's door. This little money is simply insignificant.

She sighed, took the exquisite key, and walked into the bungalow. As soon as she entered, she was surprised by the luxurious decoration inside. It was so exquisite, her money was really not lost.

She can't wait to let Mrs. Su visit her house.

Han Ping and Su Zhengguo have moved to the old house of the Su family. It is a big courtyard. As for Su Zhengguo, they just read the newspaper every day, teasing the birds, and living a leisurely life.

Han Ping couldn't sit still. The major issues in her family's Ji'an haven't been resolved yet. How can she live a retirement life with peace of mind?

She was sitting in the living room, holding the phone book, reaching out and pushing her reading glasses, and muttered: "It's a pity that Shuyi has a favorite. In fact, I most hope she is with Ji An."

Su Zhengguo lazily talks about the chattering people.

Han Ping flipped through the phone book in her hand and said to herself: "I'll take a look and see who has a girl who is suitable for marriage in the past."

"This...the old political commissar of Chu has a girl named Chu Yu. Although she is not the daughter of their family, she is well educated and she is a military doctor, not bad, very good."

The call went out, and after a while, she hung up the phone in a hesitant manner.

Su Zhengguo glanced at her: "What?"

Han Ping sighed: "Chu Yu has someone else. They are all young men, big girls, so why don't they wait in the boudoir and let us pick them."

Su Zhengguo shook the newspaper and didn't say anything.

Han Ping continued to flip through the phone book: "Well, the former deputy mayor of your team, there is a girl in their family, she seems to be twenty-two, that's good."

Su Zhengguo gave a light cough: "That girl, I think Ji'an should look down on that look."

Han Ping sighed softly: "How can you just look at your face when you marry a wife."

The phone was out, and the other end was very enthusiastic. I wished to bring their daughter over immediately. Han Ping felt that there was something to play, and accepted it in one fell swoop: "I'm in the old house of the Su family. You guys come here anytime and we get together."

The call was made at ten in the morning. At four in the afternoon, Minister Qin’s wife brought their youngest daughter, Qin Fen, to Han Ping. Only then did Han Ping know what the Qin girl looked like that Lao Su said. I’m afraid Ji'an doesn’t like it. meaning.

There is no discriminatory meaning, Han Ping's heart was stunned when she saw the girl's first glance, and she also knew why the daughter of the head of the political department of the Central Committee would be in her boudoir.