"We'll have to choose a house for the future, huh...... Although it doesn't need to be too big, it still needs a three-bedroom apartment. ”

Zhou Ling pulled his fingers and told Rong Zheng what kind of house he wanted to buy.

Rong Zheng suddenly hugged Zhou Ling, who was still chattering, "Are you willing to stay?"

"Hmm. Zhou Ling wrapped his backhand around Rong Zheng's waist and buried his face in his chest, "Whether it's ten years or a hundred years, it's just you." ”

Rong Zheng cried with joy, but he couldn't say anything, he could only hug Zhou Ling tightly to express his joy at regaining.

"When did you know you only had ten years to live?"

"When I ran away from home before, Wen Zhuo introduced me to Song Minghao, and it was at that time that he told me. It turned out that I just wanted to spend time with you for a while, but then I subconsciously forgot about it. It wasn't until yesterday that you mentioned getting married that I suddenly remembered. ”

At that time, he thought that Zhou Ling would not like him, thinking that although he only had ten years to live, it would be good to accompany her like this and watch her.

But later, when Zhou Ling confessed to himself, he hesitated, but he still couldn't help but fall. He selfishly thought that this was just Song Minghao's one-sided words, or there must be another way to solve it.

Later, the relationship between him and Zhou Ling became more and more harmonious, and gradually, he instinctively forgot about this matter.

It's just yesterday, when Zhou Ling talked about getting married, he woke up like a dream.

Before, he blindly wanted to give Zhou Ling a better life, but ignored this fact.

God knows how tormented he was in this short night.

He even resented that he should have only watched her from afar and not bothered her.

In this way, there will be no expectations today, and it will not make Zhou Ling so embarrassed.

But he didn't expect Zhou Ling to choose to stay, he was ecstatic, and he was glad that he was close at the beginning.

In the next few days, Zhou Ling simply asked for leave and looked at the house seriously with Rong Zheng.

Finally, a three-bedroom and two-living room suite was finalized, finely decorated, and moved in.

Regarding this point, Zhou Ling and Rong Zheng had a small disagreement.

Rong Zheng thinks that since it is his own home, he should prepare the decoration by himself, rather than directly buying ready-made.

But Zhou Ling doesn't think so.

She felt that both of them had jobs, and they couldn't spare time and a lot of energy to decorate. It was too energy-consuming to communicate with the renovation workers and select materials everywhere.

Even so, the final decoration result may not be satisfactory, or even pull out a lot of chicken feathers.

How many conflicts between husband and wife are caused by decoration? So Zhou Ling thinks that since there are ready-made ones, why bother by himself?

So at Zhou Ling's insistence, Rong Zheng had no reason to refute.

finally finalized this house, because Rong Zheng bought the house in full at one time.

But the real estate sales surprised a lot, and it was precisely because of the simplicity of the two of them that the real estate company was very active in helping them solve the formalities about the house and some messy things in the follow-up.

When he moved out of the rental house, Zhou Ling also invited the landlord brother to a meal.

At the dinner table, Rong Zheng also expressed his gratitude to the landlord's eldest brother.

He was in the hospital at the time, and if it weren't for the help of this eldest brother, he didn't even dare to imagine what Zhou Ling would do at home alone.

The housewarming banquet of the house only invited Wen Zhuo and Song Minghao, and Zhou Ling cooked, and the three of them had a simple meal.

I heard that Song Minghao finally hugged the beauty back, and for this matter, Zhou Ling kept shouting for Song Minghao and his family to invite him to dinner.

She's a matchmaker.

As for buying a house, Zhou Ling only remembered to tell her mother after the housewarming banquet.

Here, Zhou Ling listened to the roar on the other end of the phone, and could only accompany the smiling face.

"I think your wings are stiff, right? You don't dare to go to me for such a big thing as buying a house! Do you think I'm too cumbersome? Do you still have my mother in your heart!"

Zhou Ling was helpless in his heart, and he could only listen to the training honestly.

In fact, she was to blame for this matter, she was so busy in the past few days that she didn't expect to forget such an important thing.

So even if her mother has monstrous anger, she can only bear it.

"You call Rong Zheng to me, I want to talk to him!"

Zhou Ling's mother scolded for a long time before she gasped and said.

"Mom, what are you talking to him about. ”

"Why, I can't talk yet, can I?"

"I can talk, I can talk!"

Seeing that the tone over there was about to sink down again, Zhou Ling hurriedly admitted his mistake, then handed the phone to Rong Zheng, and then said teasingly, "Oh, the ugly daughter-in-law is going to see her in-laws." ”

Rong Zheng couldn't cry or laugh, but he still took the phone nervously.

"Oh, your name is Rong Zheng?"

"Uh, yes Auntie. ”

"It's still called Auntie, it's time to change your name to Mom. ”

Rong Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Ling's face, and then called out with a smile, "Mom." ”

"Alas...... Good son-in-law, when are you going to have a banquet with our family spirit? I'm waiting to receive the red envelope. ”

"Well, this, it's all according to Xiao Ling's meaning. ”

In fact, they haven't discussed the matter of marriage, but they are busy with the house, so this one is stranded.

Zhou Ling's mother seemed to like Rong Zheng very much, and they chatted for an hour.

It's really a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. The more I look, the more satisfied I become.

Zhou Ling simply threw the phone directly to Rong Zheng and went to the study to write a manuscript by himself.

The decoration of the study is what she likes, and on the basis of the original, she also bought two rattan chairs, with a small table in the middle with a tea set on it.

She nestled in a wicker chair to prepare for tomorrow's draft, and when she looked at this home that truly belonged to her, she smiled heartily.

The gentle light next to it was just right, the light gauze danced slowly on the half-open window, and the whole study was only the sound of the breeze rustling.

Rong Zheng didn't know when he had hung up the phone, he walked to the study, lay down on the rattan chair opposite Zhou Ling and began to draw.

Zhou Ling looked up at Rong Zheng from time to time, saw him brushing his brush on the paper, and then hooked his lips and smiled, then lowered his head and went to write his manuscript seriously.

When he was tired of writing, Zhou Ling reached out to the table, where there was always a cup of warm tea.

Warm tea into the throat, although not as sweet as rock sugar pear, but more heartwarming.

The thin water written in the book is long-lasting, and the years are quiet, which is probably what they are now.

Zhou Ling wrote the manuscript, and suddenly sighed in his heart.

Under the starry sky, the small shadows are mottled, after all, they can't resist the rickety lamp at home, and they can't resist the person who is waiting for you to come home......