“That’s right. At that time, I also took a fancy to this place not far from the No. 2 Middle School. It was regarded as a school district house, so I hurried to buy it. Fortunately, I made it early, otherwise I really can’t afford it now, it’s too expensive.”
The soaring speed of housing prices has left ordinary people beyond the reach.
Zhou Honglin parked the car in the parking space he bought.
“Which floor is our house on?”
“The sixteenth floor.”
Zhou Honglin took Ye Jiani’s suitcase out of the car, dragged the suitcase, and walked inside with Ye Jiani.
I met a neighbor I knew at the elevator entrance, and after greeting each other, the neighbor said: “Mr. Zhou, didn’t your wife bring a group of people over to move in the afternoon? Why are you still here?”
“She moves her things.”
The other party glanced at Ye Jiani and seemed to understand.
After smiling at Zhou Honglin, he left.
No wonder the last time Mr. Zhou was chased by Hai Ling with a kitchen knife for five streets, it turned out he was cheating.
The couple should also divorce, right?
Hai Ling moved away, and Zhou Honglin came back with a beautiful woman on his back. If he hadn’t divorced, he wouldn’t have dared to be so blatant.
“Did he know something?”
After all, Ye Jiani is the mistress in the top position, so she is always a little bit unreasonable.
Zhou Honglin dragged the suitcase with one hand, hugged her shoulders with the other, took her into the elevator, and said with a smile: “You forgot what I did this afternoon? I divorced Hai Ling, and now I’m single. You are my real girlfriend, so what if they know?”
“Jianni, we can be together openly and aboveboard, no matter what others say.”
Ye Jiani: “…Yes, you are divorced.”
She doesn’t have to be sneaky anymore.
The elevator took the two of them to the sixteenth floor.
“Arrived.”
Zhou Honglin pointed to the door of his house, “That’s it.”
Ye Jiani followed him.
Zhou Honglin took out the key, opened the door, and pushed the door open. The room was pitch black, which made him feel dazed for a while.
In the past, no matter how late he came back, there would always be a light on for him in this house.
Now, that light won’t come on again.
“It’s so dark, turn on the light.”
When Ye Jiani followed Zhou Honglin into the house, she reminded Zhou Honglin to turn on the light.
Zhou Honglin habitually touched the light switch behind the door, and when he touched it, he pressed it, but the room did not turn on the light.
He thought he hadn’t pressed it correctly, so he pressed it again.