There was a knock on the door.

The two who were warming up had to stop, and Wei Flail opened the door.

"Who?"

The cuckoo shouted from afar.

"Who?"

"Landlord's husband."

In response to the cuckoo, Wei Flail began to look at this cowardly man.

Yunhu was still wearing a thick coat, and his neck seemed to be completely retracted into the collar.

This time he wore a dusty padded suit.

"Hello, I'll send you curtains and a rental agreement."

Yun Hu said and handed the curtain to Wei Fang.

Looking up, the curtain was still the same as before, and the dust on it had been washed away, and it seemed that someone had taken it to wash.

Wei Feng didn't say a word and took the curtain.

Yunhu then handed over the rental agreement.

"This is a rental agreement, I told my wife, she ......"

"You won't change it, will you?"

Wei Flails raised his eyebrows and said.

Yunhu nodded in shame, his gaze dodging Wei Fang's gaze.

This result is not Wei Fang's surprise, a man like Yunhu who is afraid of guilt will not have the right to speak at home, and he can't be the master of this rental agreement at all. At best, he acts as a microphone.

"My wife's ...... This agreement ...... It's hard to talk ......."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Yunhu bowed his head vigorously and said sorry, seeing that Wei Fang's scalp was numb.

He had never seen such a cowardly man, and the thought of himself if he lived like him made him itch like ten thousand ants crawling around.

"Okay, okay, I'll sign, do you bring a pen?"

Yunhu took out a black-shelled pen in his coat pocket, nodded and handed it over. Wei Feng grabbed the black pencil in his hand and left a large amount of his pen on the rental contract written in black and white. He didn't even look closely at the terms of the rental agreement, leaving his signature as if he were crawling.

He made a throwing motion, as if looking at Yunhu's dignity for one more second would pollute his eyeballs.

Yunhu hurriedly caught the rental agreement, and he wanted to say a few words to Wei Flai, but Wei Flail had already closed the door, leaving him with an old-fashioned wrought iron security door that had been painted.

There was a creak, a violent scream of the random iron door, and the scene inside the house was insulated from the outside world.

Yunhu wiped the sweat that was about to drip down his forehead with the back of his hand, shook his head left and right and twisted his neck, the vertebrae on his neck creaked like popcorn, and there was a chilling smirk at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the face on his face again, where is there still a little weakness and introversion?

Outside the window, with the sound of cicadas, Wei took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt and jeans, including wet and dry underwear, and walked into the bathroom.

"I just signed the rental agreement, and you transfer the rent to the landlord."

"Okay."

Let's not mention that Wei Flais doesn't have Yunhu's WeChat, and then the rent money is handed over to Yunhu, and he will also transfer it to Fang Deshu's account. He transferred it directly to Fang Deshu, and also saved them the step of transferring money.

It was summer, Wei Flails connected the bucket of cold water from the faucet, about half a bucket, and then lifted the bucket and poured it on his head.

The water swam all over his body, and Wei Fang couldn't help but tremble.

Here he actually felt cold, and he used to live in a hotel, even if he took a cold shower five times a day to cool down, he still felt stuffy.

The bathroom had not been cleaned yet, and the tiles on the toilet had yellowish brown stripes. There were also bedpans with dirt that was close to dark brown, and a single glance could tell how stubborn they were, and Wei Fang thought that maybe a small shovel would be needed to get rid of these old stubborn dirt.

He tried not to think about these bad things for the time being, the so-called out of sight and out of mind, and he didn't want to do such pickled dirty things. But between the two of them, Wei Flail can force Du Juan to do this, but Du Juan's impression of him will drop to an unprecedented low.

He finally dispelled her desire to go to a well-known company for an interview, and the necessary sacrifices must be made between the two of them.

Just let me Wei Flail be the one who sacrificed this, who told this family to rely on me, the pillar of heaven?

Wei Flail whistled narcissistically.

He shouted to the outside world: "Wife, help me find a change of clothes, and hand in shampoo and shower gel by the way." ”

The toiletries were in the two large shopping bags he had brought home, and he preferred to buy cheap soaps. It is not only clean, but also cost-effective, he is not used to washing with shower gel, and he feels that he has not cleaned his body first, as if a layer of putty has adhered to the surface of the skin, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

But women like to use shower gel, especially the slippery feeling after washing, and besides, he can't put down this feeling.

This is also a very wonderful thing, the same shower gel, touching yourself and touching your girlfriend after washing, are two completely different feelings.

When the cuckoo heard Wei Fang's words, he got up and took out the clothes in the suitcase. Most of the clothes contained in it are cuckoo clothes, and the workmanship and fabric are not cheap. Wei Fang's cheap jeans and T-shirts are all counted together, and there are no more than ten pieces, and their styles are basically the same, and the T-shirts are printed with unknown foreign words, just like a foreigner taking the word "dumpling" and tattooing it on his arm.

On the streets of Modri, it is not uncommon to see some maverick gentiles, self-righteously showing off their tattoos on their bodies, and they look at them with tacit understanding. And some people in China also like to print foreign words on their bodies, which feels very cool, but in fact, in the eyes of foreigners, it is like watching a joke.

The cuckoo knocked on the bathroom door and handed in clothes, shower gel, and shampoo.

Wei Flails shook off the water droplets on his hands, and after taking the things, he realized that there was no place in the bathroom.

After thinking about it, he used the T-shirt he had changed out to wipe off the splashed water on the edge of the wash basin, and then put the clean clothes on it.

After a while, this wash basin is also to be washed, and he doesn't pay attention to these, and the same is true for clothes, and in the end, he doesn't throw a bucket and add laundry detergent to rub it vigorously.

He couldn't stand the smell of sweat on the T-shirt, and after wiping the sink, he threw it on the bathroom floor.

After taking a shower, Wei Flais hung up the curtains sent by the landlord, and the old newspaper on the window was wrapped around the cuckoo's body, and she washed it off little by little with a basin and a rag. Wei Flais plugged his two nostrils with a tissue, like inserting two green onions into his nose, a strong man who has never returned, holding a toilet brush and a toilet cleaner to love and kill those stubborn people.

The two of them were busy until nine o'clock in the evening, and Wei Flail was given a bathroom that was as clean as new, and the tiles and bedpans in the bathroom were shiny white.

After Wei Flai's busyness, he plugged in the power of the electric water heater, and the temperature was a little low in the middle of the night, so he didn't dare to take a cold shower. Accidentally taking medicine for a cold costs much more than saving a few dollars on electricity bills.

The first user of the new bathroom was naturally the cuckoo, who came out wearing a light nightdress, and her cheeks were steamed by the water vapor inside, as if they were freshly baked and tender.

She brings out not only the water vapor from the bathroom, but also the fragrance of the same shower gel and shampoo.

Wei Flail smiled lewdly and said to the cuckoo who was bathing in the beauty: "Good, remember to dry your hair." ”

"Huh?"

The cuckoo tilted her head, and the hot water made her dizzy, and she couldn't recover for a while.

Wei Flail couldn't wait to rush into the bathroom, it took him a lot of effort to clean the bathroom, and he was sweating a lot. He didn't want the smell of sweat on his body to become the reason why Cuckoo refused to be intimate with him, although he could coax Cuckoo to follow his heart, but it would take a lot of work in the end. The so-called arrow is on the string, and he has to send it, and every minute is torment for him.

After he got into the bathroom, he stripped himself naked, then drenched his whole body, rubbed shower gel and shampoo on his body and head, rubbed himself all over with white bubbles, and then rinsed them all with hot water in one go.

The sound of the hair dryer sounded when the shower was turned off, and Wei Flail knew that it was the cuckoo blowing his hair.

When the cuckoo blows his hair, he likes to move a stool to cushion his feet, then tilt his head to let his wet hair hang down, and hum a small tune while blowing a hair dryer. She didn't know how seductive her appearance was, she was wearing a pale pink silk nightdress, although it was a little old, but it did not damage its texture, and she could think of its silky smoothness when she looked at it, and a slender thigh stepped on the stool.

Wei Feng listened intently in the bathroom, and his mouth was dry for a while.

He didn't rush out, but waited for the sound of the hair dryer to stop, and then rinsed hot water for another three minutes before walking out of the bathroom.

He himself had to dry his hair with a hair dryer, although his long hair, wiped with a towel, and blown in the night breeze, it would not take long to dry, but special treatment was given in special circumstances.

He didn't say much, picked up a hair dryer with residual warmth and blew it wildly on his head. Anyway, if it's blown up, I can't see it, this is the advantage of keeping an inch. And the inch hair also dries quickly, and after only blowing for less than two minutes, Wei Fang can no longer feel the moisture on his hair.

Dry wood and fire, lonely men and widows were in the same room, and the two tortured the wooden bed for some years.

At about ten o'clock, the two ended their activities for the day, and the two began to talk to themselves in the bed. Wei Flail racked his brains to tell the cuckoo the jokes that appeared on the Internet, making the cuckoo laugh and ripple in the bed. The state of the two of them can go off with a little action, so it didn't take long for Wei Flail to bully Du Juan again.

Ahem, ahem!

"Did you hear anything?"

Cuckoo asked, gasping.

Wei Fang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and replied indifferently: "Mouse." ”

"That's not right."

The more the cuckoo listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, Wei Flais found that he was singing a one-man show, and the mind covered by lust opened a cloud, and the external sound that he subconsciously ignored also reached his ears.

Ahem, ahem.

It was the cough of an elderly woman, who seemed to be coughing very hard, resting for a while after each cough, and then coughing again and again.

Wei Fang remembered that Fang Deshu had told them about the tenants in the building, and her introduction did not mention that there was an old woman living here. The female occupants of the building are supposed to be the only ones who moved in later. Most of the surrounding houses have been empty, and it is not easy to see a stray cat or dog. He also walked around the neighborhood during the day, and this place should be inhabited only by their building.

So who made the coughing sound they hear now? Where did it come from?

Wei Flails were cold all over his body, and he didn't have the heart to warm up, but hugged the cuckoo's body and listened carefully to the cough.

The cough grew louder and louder, and the small sound of old cloth shoes rubbing against the concrete floor, and the old men he had spent there in the countryside were wearing these old cloth shoes with mille-soles. Due to old age and frailty, the old man staggered, and the sound of dragging and rubbing against the ground was particularly obvious. Undoubtedly an elderly man, most likely walking back and forth outside the hallway.

Because the voice began to drift away.

The door of the building is hung with a big lock, and now at this point, the door has been locked with a big lock, as long as it is human, it is impossible not to make a sound and enter this old building.

He didn't dare to blink his eyes, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, especially the owner of the coughing sound, who the hell was human