Chapter 12: The Cause of His Heat

Qu Weiguo obviously didn't expect Qu Jiaojiao to help Qu Wan's night speak, so he turned his head and glared at her angrily: "You shut up for me!" ”

Qu Jiaojiao was used to being so used to being afraid of heaven and earth, so naturally she wouldn't shut up.

"Dad, after you listen to me, I think my sister actually wants to rent out the house to earn some living expenses, in this case, wouldn't it be better for you to transfer some rent to my sister every month?"

"In this way, my sister will not suffer, and we don't have to move around anymore, won't the problem be solved?"

After hearing Qu Jiaojiao's words, Qu Weiguo suddenly brightened, and his face improved a lot.

"Jiaojiao's method is really good," he paused, and turned his head to look at Qu Wan'an: "An An, what do you think?" ”

Qu Wan'an was not in a hurry to refute him, and asked lightly: "Then how much rent does Dad plan to give me a month?" ”

Qu Weiguo thought for a while: "How about 10,000?" ”

Qu Wan'an couldn't help but laugh.

This house is located in the best villa area in Jiangcheng, with an average house price starting at six figures, but it is impossible for a normal person to say that she can rent a 300-square-meter lakeside garden villa for 10,000 yuan.

But Qu Weiguo obviously didn't think so.

He had lived in this house for free for so many years, and he had already regarded it as his own, and now it was uncomfortable enough for him to suddenly ask him to take some rent.

If he is allowed to rent it at the market price, he is afraid that he will immediately turn his face and scold Qu Goodnight White-eyed Wolf again.

Qu Good Night had long expected this, so he didn't think about renting the house to them from the beginning.

Qu Weiguo saw that Qu Wan'an smiled and didn't speak, and he knew in his heart that his rent was indeed too low, so he was cheeky enough to defend himself.

"An An, you see that you don't need any money now, 10,000 yuan a month is enough for you to live, and Dad will save the rest of the money for you first, and Dad will give it to you when you need money in the future."

Qu Wan'an really didn't want to quarrel with him, but he couldn't help it when he heard this: "Dad, I'm twenty-five this year, I have all the garage insurance, and I don't plan to have children, the estimate of the money I need in this life is to choose a cemetery before I die, does Dad plan to give it to me at that time?" ”

"You ......"

"Even if you want to give it to me then, I can't go down there and ask you for it."

"Smack-"

A hot pain came from his face, Qu Wan'an stood still and didn't move, and after a while, he hooked the corners of his lips mockingly: "It's me who lost my words." ”

Qu Weiguo snorted coldly: "It's good to know......"

"But," Qu Wan'an's voice cooled down, "Dad, you remember wrong, I never like sweet and sour pork ribs, only you and your son like to eat sweet and sour pork ribs." ”

Qu Weiguo was stunned: "You ......"

"I quit sugar when I changed my teeth at the age of seven, and I hardly touched sweet and sour pork ribs again."

She raised her head and looked him in the eye coldly: "So Dad, next time before playing a loving father, please at least understand what common sense is required for this role." ”

Qu Weiguo's face turned pale: "You rebellious ......"

"I'm a rebel girl who will call an agent to come over tomorrow to take pictures of the house, and if Dad hasn't moved out within three days, I'll ask the moving company to come and help."

After saying this, Qu Wan'an got up and left directly, as for the more ugly words that Qu Weiguo said with a blue face, she just didn't hear it.

On the contrary, Qu Jiaojiao couldn't listen to it anymore, and pulled Qu Weiguo back: "Dad, okay, aren't you ashamed enough?" ”