Song Bin got his wish and successfully took Xiang Wanying home.

Back to the small rental house, the furniture in the room is very old, but with Xiang Wanying and Rui Rui here, now this home does not seem cramped at all, but very warm.

Xiang Wanying saw that the house was in a mess, and the house was full of wine bottles and garbage.

She couldn't help covering her nose and looked at Song Bin with disgust: "Wow, why don't you clean up when I'm not at home?"

"The house is a mess, and a person doesn't know how to take care of himself,"

Song Bin smiled and scratched the back of his head.

"Also, why do you drink so much alcohol and smoke when I'm not at home!"

Song Bin hurriedly promised: "I'll quit smoking and drinking." ”

Xiang Wanying glanced at him: "Come on, people say that men who can quit smoking and drinking are terrible, don't quit, smoke less, it's not good for your health." ”

Song Bin nodded, he knew that Xiang Wanying was thinking about him.

Xiang Wanying knew that when he was stressed, he could only drink a little cigarette.

If he deprives him of all these hobbies, then Song Bin will have nowhere to vent.

The so-called small don't win the new love.

Rui Rui also went to bed early with interest.

Rui Rui is also getting older, and Song Bin arranges a small bed for her.

After taking a bath, Xiang Wanying was lying beside him in light pajamas, her eyes were like silk, and she looked at him with a snicker.

Song Bin swallowed his saliva secretly, blushing like a monkey's ass.

I finally felt the temperature that I hadn't felt in a long time.

In the past few months, without Xiang Wanying by her side, Song Bin is really not used to it.

Xiang Wanying suddenly turned over and rode on top of him.

At night, in the dimly lit rental room, two pairs of dark eyes stared at each other......

......

The radio at Haicheng Airport announced the upcoming flights.

Shu Lin carried a suitcase and a backpack and looked at the plane outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

These months have been like a dream.

Strangers come and go, and the sounds around are noisy.

Orange lights outside the terminal shine through huge floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting a tired face in the glass.

The plane took off from the runway and flew into the night sky, to the end of her sight.

The roar of the engine gradually faded away and became weaker and weaker......

Once again, the radio broadcast the upcoming flight.

Shu Lin took a deep breath, rubbed her face, straightened her bags, and checked the ticket to pass the station.

The plane moved slowly as it ran up, reversed direction, and then came a violent push on its back.

Launch......

The airport slowly gets smaller, followed by cars on the road, lights ......

The whole sea city has become a big hand dotted with only sporadic lights.

The plane crossed the sea of clouds like a big fish, and a large wheel reflecting cold light in the night sky illuminated the entire flight path of the flight.

Shu Lin pulled down the curtains, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

......

Bridge Village on the outskirts of Haicheng.

The fireflies in that house finally didn't survive this autumn, and it lay on the bedside lamp, its wings fluttering weakly, but it couldn't fly anymore.

The people around the old man were in a circle, and he opened his eyes with all his might, sweeping everyone around the bed.

From birth, the events of this life were like slides playing in his mind.

Relatives and friends wept silently, hiding their faces and sobbing.

As the eldest son, Dazhu sat beside the old man, held the old man's hand, put his head sideways to the old man's mouth, and listened to his last words.

After a moment, there was a sudden force from the hand holding the big pillar, and then it suddenly loosened.

There was a lot of crying in the room......

The next day, the family set up a funeral tent.

An ice coffin was placed in the center, and the pillar knelt beside it.

Relatives and friends came to mourn and pay respects, and the big pillar kowtowed and knelt.

Song Bin put the cannon sealed, put on three sticks of incense, knelt down and kowtowed, then picked up the big pillar and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mourn!"

Xiang Wanying also comforted Xiong Zhizhu and said, "The old man is enjoying the joy of family!"

Da Zhu smiled reluctantly and sighed: "It's a pity that he suffered too much before leaving, otherwise he would be happy and sad at his age." ”

There was a constant stream of noise coming from the next room.

Song Bin pointed to the room curiously and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiong Zhizhu sneered: "What else can I do, as soon as my father leaves, don't the rest of the people think about how to divide the family property!"

"Didn't leave a will before leaving?" Song Bin asked.

Dazhu replied, "Stay, it's with me!" they think it's not fair. ”

"Damn, my dad hasn't passed his first seven years yet, and he's just thinking about how to divide the family property here. When I was in the hospital, no one came to see it, my wife and I were taking care of it, and the medical expenses were also more than my family. ”

"Now that people are gone, they are pretending to cry and mourn, what's the point!"

For the time being, no one mourned, and the family pulled Xiong Zhizhu into the room to discuss how to divide the inheritance.

Those ugly faces make people uncomfortable to look at.

In the hospital, Dazhu and Sister Ling take care of the elderly, both in terms of energy and time.

In addition, Dazhu is the eldest son, and the old man's will naturally leaves most of the inheritance to Dazhu.

The rest of the brothers and sisters disagreed, saying that they could divide so much just because Dazhu was the eldest son, why did they have nothing?

Sister Ling was arguing with them at the top of her voice, and Da Zhu was still immersed in the grief of his father's death, and he didn't have that thought, he just felt sad......

Dazhu is a good brother who has played with him since he was a child, and Song Bin can't look past it.

He interjected and said, "It's okay to divide the family property, but the old man hasn't been sent up the mountain yet, and you are fighting here, if the old man hears it, isn't it chilling?"

"Are you really in such a hurry? Can't wait for a few days?"

Dazhu's brothers and sisters looked Song Bin up and down: "Who are you?

Song Bin wanted to say something, but Dazhu patted him on the shoulder and signaled him not to speak.

......

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

This week, Song Bin did not work, and did not go to the Fuxing real estate branch for appointment.

Zhou Ji's scandal was exposed, and Fuxing Real Estate naturally would not let him continue to be the store manager.

Of course, this kind of data theft often happens, and it has formed an unspoken rule in the industry.

As long as you don't poke it out, everyone will be fine, you steal mine, I steal yours, and the courtesy is still exchanged.

But if you get caught, it will be too embarrassing, and there is still such a person in the industry, so I can't say anything.

But Song Bin was thinking about one thing, whether he would go to Fuxing Real Estate to be a store manager, or do it alone.

To become an assistant store manager, at least the income is stable, there is an income every month, and it can be regarded as a formal job, in the eyes of the older generation, stability is better than anything else.

But Song Bin still has momentum, he is still a child who has just become an adult at heart.

He has an infinite yearning for the future, and at the age of thirty, it seems that it is not too late to work hard.

It's just that in case of failure, Xiang Wanying and Rui Rui are afraid that they will have to live a hard life with him again.

What's more, Shu Lin has already left.

Without such a capable leader, it is not so easy to develop your own store.