He Meili counted them in a stack, and there were as many as 120,000!

At the bottom of the banknote, Yang Xuechan's real estate certificate is staked.

Yang Xue Chan left all his private wealth to her, so that she could rest assured that he would really come back!

He Meili cried and laughed.

Sleeping that night, He Meili dropped the door of the outer room layer by layer. I've never been in the same room with so much cash. He Meili couldn't help but be a little nervous.

After He Meili washed up, she lay on the bed, glancing at the small drawer on the bottom floor from time to time. By this time she had calmed down a lot.

When he put it in, he didn't even say.

Thinking of "not saying it", He Meili suddenly became suspicious: Yang Xuecian went to Hailar, Inner Mongolia that day. Even if it took a few turnovers from Hailar to his hometown of Dalainor, he should have arrived home last night.

Even if you didn't have the energy to call yourself last night, you should call this morning.

Even if I was busy going to the hospital to take care of my father and meeting relatives and friends during the day today, I should have taken a call before going to bed tonight.

It's ten o'clock in the evening, so there is no call from Yang Xuechan?

Thinking of this, my heart that was finally calm rose again.

He Meili is not a person who wants to save face, she doesn't mind calling Yang Xue Chan.

It's okay not to fight, but a dozen is even more terrifying.

After dialing Yang Xuechan's phone, the voice prompt said that the number was empty, please check and dial again.

How can it be!

This is a number she is too familiar with, it is stored in her mobile phone, under the name of "Big Bad"!

Dial again, prompt again.

If you are not reconciled, dial ...... again

The phone was called by He Meili until it was hot, and the battery was urgent, and it was still an empty reminder, please check and dial again.

He has a beautiful heart, sinking to the bottom.

Believing in him, after all, it is better to believe in your sixth sense.

He Meili didn't want to cry anymore, but tears flowed down involuntarily.

Her only contact with him is the phone!

He Meimei's heart swelled up with a sense of panic for a while. I thought that you and I were nong, and the friendship was there, and the connection would always be there.

If Yang Xue Chan disappeared from her life from now on, she felt that the world was beginning to tilt, and it was about to fall......

Yang Xue cicada is like water, silent, invisible, but it has a powerful impact on her life. She was too accustomed to his pampering, his pampering, his food, his taste......

He Meili lay on the bed, unconsciously grabbed the quilt to her chest, and the person shrank down at the same time, almost covering her eyes.

Suddenly, she thought that he still had the real estate certificate, didn't he?

He Meili turned over and got out of bed, hurriedly opened the bottom drawer, shook her hand to touch the real estate certificate, and opened it to see - it was dim and blurry, and she couldn't see clearly, so she forgot to turn on the light.

He Meili was laughed at by herself.

Turning on the light and looking at it again, He Meili felt that she must have been dazzled. She rubbed her eyes, looked again, rubbed again.

The real estate certificate is clear, the owner of the house is written in the column "He Meili", the joint ownership column is written in the column "separately owned", and the column where the house is located is really the address here, but the registration time is close at hand.

The last time I looked at this vermilion book, the owner of the house also clearly wrote Yang Xue Chan. It hasn't been a month since the total, and when I look at it again, it's magically replaced by myself, or without my knowledge.

He Meili thought about it again and again, and finally couldn't help but sneer: What about this coaxing child.

I don't know if the fake certificate is being replaced now, or because I haven't touched the real estate certificate, so I can't distinguish the authenticity.

With such a fake certificate in hand, He Meili even suspected that the money in the bottom drawer was counterfeit.

Why bother. Why bother, she thought to herself.

She gently threw the title deed onto the bedside table, but half of the title deed was on the edge of the table and shook it off. He Meili didn't bother to pick it up.

After this blow, He Meili was not so sad.

She lay on the bed, panting for breath, remembering that Uyuna had said that "Xue Chan" means "smart" in Mongolian.

That's smart!

He Meili snorted coldly. It seems that I don't have to go to the bank with a bag of money tomorrow, so as not to be called to the police.

Why did Yang Xue Chan do this?

He Meimei's answer to herself was that he had a good face, and in order to mix up the 10,000 yuan of real money he gave him, he had to get a drawer of counterfeit money.

Why do you need to get a real estate deed in one fell swoop?

This...... Strange people have their own strange logic, which is not something she can understand.

After going around a hundred times, he still hasn't escaped the fate of being unladylike. He Meili rolled over, her back was facing outward, curled up in a small ball, and lay on the bed motionless.

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After two days, she gradually got used to living alone. Because she was busy submitting resumes and looking for jobs, she was not as lonely as she thought.

After another two days, she even slowly got used to it, and no longer secretly deceived herself about "one last call to try".

It's just that she found that she couldn't laugh anymore.

Moreover, she was the most gluttonous and beautiful-loving before, but she was not very interested in eating and wearing anymore.

Zhu Beini excitedly recommended the "Yi Er San" online clothing rental app to her, and she only said "oh" indifferently.

After another three or five days, the first interview came. He is a shopping guide who sells clothes. Because it is a mid-to-high-end women's clothing store in a high-end shopping mall, she is a little broken, and she thinks that she will go to work if she gives an offer, regardless of what class she attends.

On the second Friday after Yang Xuecian left Shanghai, He Meili went to work.

Do one day off, work time is from 9 o'clock in the morning to 10 o'clock in the evening, pay normally, whether the basic salary is 2800 yuan or 3200 yuan, He Meili herself is too lazy to watch it a second time.

She felt that her heart was dying, and she continued to intervene in the outside world to prevent her sword from going sideways.

This job can be regarded as a life-saving job, and the salary is geometric, and she doesn't have time to care.

On her first day at work, she listened to the store manager introduce her to the origin of the brand, "Yujia", which is really a strange brand name. I heard that there are several brands under the name of the group, and one of them is "Youdan" that resells mid-to-high-end small dresses, and its market share is very good. The store manager said that the Snow Clothing Group to which the brand belonged looked proud.

By Jia, by Dan, Snowflake...... He Meili only felt that she was scorched by these names.

He Meili finally stopped being trapped in the obsessive retrospective of the lost love, and she even laughed out loud. In the end, she can't appreciate what kind of name aesthetics.

The store manager gave her a strange look and continued to talk about how to receive potential customers.

He Meili looked at the store manager's vivid face, listened to the store manager's passionate narration, and felt that she was slowly resurrecting in the last breath.

On this day, He Meili came home from work, poked open WeChat and shouted to Zhu Beini: "Mom, my mother is out of love again." "It's a sign that she's really coming out.

"What? and Yang Xue Chan?" Zhu Beini shook a row of surprised expressions.

"From today onwards, whoever mentions that bastard's name to me, I'm in a hurry!"