Chapter 6: How could there be such a stupid woman as Wen Yan

On the other side, Luo Qiao, who was beaming with pride, saw this news, and his face turned green.

"Who scarces your money, marry your husband, all the money is mine, okay?"

She typed a line of words irritably, came back to her senses, and deleted them all, and didn't reply to Wen Yan again.

It's just that I still can't help but curse in my heart: how can there be a naΓ―ve and stupid woman like Wen Yan, who thinks that divorce can get the man's property? A woman from the countryside has enough thoughts!

Luo Qiao's impression of Wen Yan was very bad.

Wen Yan didn't care if she replied to the message, pressed the mobile phone, and after sending a few messages to another number, he said to the taxi driver: "Master, go to the old residential building five hundred meters east of the intersection of Anxiang Road." ”

"Don't go to the magazine?" The driver asked.

Wen Yan snorted: "Don't go first." ”

It's important to find a place to live first......

If she's alone, just rent a bachelor apartment.

But she still has a lot of flowers and plants to replace.

Just now, she asked someone to inquire if there were any houses with small yards for rent or sale in the vicinity.

I didn't expect news to come so soon......

"Okay." The driver answered, but didn't say much.

The residential buildings on this side of Anxiang Road are very old and have gone out of the city.

A few more steps, you can reach Jicheng.

After settling the car money, Wen Yan searched for a while according to the location on the news, and finally found a place with a house rental sign.

"Hello, are you renting a house?" Wen Yan knocked on the door and stood at the door and asked.

The people in the courtyard glanced at her and shook their heads, as if they didn't have any hope: "I don't rent here, but the rented place is far away......

As he spoke, he sighed: "You little girl, let's look at something else!" It's better to go to the city to find it, it's safer. ”

"I was recommended by Zhou Nan, why don't you please take me to see the house?" Wen Yan insisted.

The people in the courtyard looked at her for a while, as if they were thinking about who Zhou Nan was.

After a long while, the other party said, "Okay, you little girl doesn't listen to persuasion......"

He stopped talking halfway through his sentence, and changed the subject: "You come with me." ”

Wen Yan followed the people for almost half an hour before arriving at the house to be rented.

On the way, she learned that the man's surname was Li, his name was Li Baocai, and he was helping people contact people in this area for recruitment, renting and selling houses, etc., and when the matter was completed, she would charge some thank you fees, and she would not collect errand fees such as packs of cigarettes and half a bottle of wine, similar to an intermediary.

"Lady Wang, I'll bring someone to you!" Li Baocai stood at the door and shouted.

An old lady came out of the house, walking tremblingly on crutches and opening the door.

"Slow down!" Li Baocai spoke in dialects with others, and Wen Yan listened to it on the side, and he could only understand seven, seven, eight, eight.

A road of more than ten meters, Wang Po walked for about ten minutes, and finally came over and opened the door: "I'm sorry, I'm old, I don't ...... used."

She probably said something apologetic, Wen Yan didn't understand too much, and Li Baocai didn't want to translate for her, so she stepped forward and helped someone, and said as she walked: "What are you like?" Is Xiaohan okay? If you really can't do it, go to your baby, what's the use of you being stubborn here! You can really sell this house! Where are you two going to live after selling it......

Wen Yan was behind, watching Li Baocai talking to Wang Po, as if he didn't remember that she was here to rent a house, and he didn't know if he should follow him directly for a while......

Just as he was about to step to catch up with someone, a voice full of surprise suddenly sounded in his ears: "Wen Yan? ”

Wen Yan didn't need to look back, he already knew who it was.

Her whole body was like falling into an ice cave, and she wanted to turn around and run.

Shang Qiaobai was like a ghostly little ghost at this time, entangled around her under the scorching sun, making her feel that it was cold everywhere......