Leng Meng is not calm.

She didn't expect that her father, who spent tens of millions of dollars to buy a villa, had been renting a house, or renting in a community where "Jiang'an Garden" had been in some years.

There is a world of difference between being true and Wang Yi's image of spending money like dirt.

Is this the happiness of the rich?

Wang Yi: "......"

Obviously, he saw Leng Meng's doubts through the rearview mirror.

He won't be able to fix it.

It can't be said that in order to write a better script, I like to rent a house everywhere.......

He's so poor.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to avoid the interracial black brother with a special hobby, and Zeng Xiaoxian, the vice chairman of the neighborhood committee who was crazy and knocked people everywhere, Lu Yu had no plans to move, let alone buy a villa.

After all, the rent of Jiang'an Garden is quite cheap, 36,000 yuan a year.

Inside the car.

Liu Yuxin looked at Wang Yi and Leng Meng with a smile, completely looking like a melon-eating crowd.

She suddenly felt that this kind of anxious and depressed daily life was so beautiful, comfortable and beautiful.

Time flies.

Wang Yi first sent Leng Meng back to the sales department of 'Wanda Group', and then sent Liu Yuxin back to the villa of 28 que.

Subsequently, Wang Yi drove the Mercedes-Benz Big G back to Jiang'an Garden.

All the way unimpeded.

Even, I didn't see Zeng Xiaoxian, the vice chairman of the neighborhood committee, who was beating people everywhere.

This made Wang Yi a little confused.

It was just in time, as he wanted.

Originally, Wang Yi was still a little frightened, after all, Zeng Xiaoxian was taken special care of by a black brother of different races, so miserable, it had something to do with him......

Following.

The sun is shining.

A ray of sunlight shines through the gap in the floor-to-ceiling window and shines into the house, which is somewhat dazzling......

Wang Yi woke up.

I was given special care by the bright sun, and I took special care of my ass again.

Glad.

This time, he didn't stay up late to write a script, he woke up early, and he didn't get sunburned.

Wang Yi looked up at the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and said in his heart: "The floor-to-ceiling window, although it is transparent and bright, this thing is not satisfactory......

If you forget to draw the curtains or close the bedroom door, you are likely to be taken care of by the sun.

on this.

He felt it deeply.