Chapter 27 I own half of this house, I can take it if I want, you have nothing to do with it!
"That's good! He'er, please check for me. Is my mirror on the table outside? I remember I was still wearing it when I was eating."
"Okay, I'll look for it for you, don't worry." Jiang He closed the entrance door, walked around the living room, found his grandma's reading glasses on the side table, and quickly brought them into the house.
"Grandma, what are you looking at?" Jiang He asked casually.
Grandma put on her reading glasses and waved to Jiang He mysteriously. Jiang He leaned over curiously, and Liang Xiujing turned over the phone that was held upside down on her chest.
Jiang He only glanced at the screen and raised his eyebrows in surprise. The little expression looked like it was cut out of the same mold as Jiang Xiaoping.
"How's it going? Isn't it handsome?" Grandma clicked on the screen, and the paused short video started to play again.
Accompanied by a dynamic and vulgar BGM, a muscular man wearing a black silk suit was dancing in front of the camera.
"...Handsome is quite handsome." Jiang He admitted.
The man in the video is indeed good-looking and has a pretty well-built figure. He has broad shoulders, a thin waist, and a raised butt. However, he has a deliberately frowning brow, a deliberately raised mouth, and a muscular body that could shake out from under his suit at any time. His huge chest muscles greatly compromised his appearance.
Jiang He couldn't survive the video, and felt that her eyes were completely covered in lard. She curled her lips in disgust.
She really disagrees with her grandma's taste and aesthetics in men.
"Grandma, don't you think this guy is...a little oily?"
"Oil? No, this boy looks so clean and his house is tidied up. It's not easy for a boy!"
Liang Xiujing obviously didn't understand the deeper meaning of "oil" and praised the young man in the short video, "Look at his dimples when he smiles... By the way, this kid is very handy and can make furniture!"
Lao'er skillfully entered the man's homepage. Jiang He was surprised to find that Lao'er was not lying. The account named "Boss Gu's Summer" actually had the certification of "SUM Independent Design Brand Home Furnishing Manager".
Jiang He opened the account out of curiosity and pinned the first video. It was actually a shirtless man polishing cabinets with sandpaper in what looked like a workshop. Sweat mixed with sawdust flowed down his smooth back in a sensational manner. Jiang He laughed out loud.
"So you like this type of thing!" Jiang He nudged his grandma with his elbow.
Liang Xiujing felt a little embarrassed by her granddaughter's teasing. She clicked the screen a few more times. The furniture brand manager showing off his figure disappeared and was replaced by a middle-aged man standing on the ground and lip-synching and singing.
"I like many talents. It's not bad for you to see this."
"...So you have been lying in bed playing with your phone and haven't taken a nap at all, right? From now on, your phone will be confiscated!"
Jiang He took the phone out of his grandma's hand and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
My grandma’s intraocular pressure is a bit high, and the doctor repeatedly emphasized not to look at the phone for a long time.
"Hey, He'er, please don't... I just watched it for a short while, really." Liang Xiujing lied and didn't draft.
Jiang He chose to expose it directly, "Huh, a little while? Your phone is hot!"
She looked at Liang Xiujing's guilty look and suddenly remembered that she had secretly watched TV during the holidays when she was a child. She tried her best to cool down the TV. However, when her grandma came back and looked at the readings on the meter, she knew she was lying. She felt inexplicably "30 years in Hedong, "Hexi in 30 Years".
As for Lao'er's precise timing of calling her, allowing Zhang Jiefang to slip away... Jiang He felt it must be just a coincidence. "Jie Fang is back!"
Grandma Qian, who was walking in the garden of Chunhua Community, was a little hard of hearing. When she saw Zhang Jiefang, she whispered to her in a voice that she thought was lowered but was still loud.
"Your old Tang has brought a shady woman into your home again! You have to take good care of him. It's so unseemly."
"Grandma Qian, you misunderstood. That's my distant cousin. Old Tang? That timid little boy has a big nose. If I try to lend courage to the other three of them, he won't dare! Look at him, he's as thin as a stick. , I can break him in the middle with all my strength, and then I can twist and twist him as I please, and I can use it as a pick!"
Grandma Qian was amused by Zhang Jiefang's witty words. Zhang Jiefang chatted with Grandma Qian for a few more words before walking home. However, as soon as she entered the cave, the smile on her face was like a face change in Sichuan opera. Gone instantly.
Zhang Jiefang climbed up the stairs holding back her fire, her steps getting faster and faster.
She stood in front of door 406, took out the key and was about to push it into the keyhole, when she found that the security door at home was ajar.
Zhang Jiefang took a deep breath, but the fire was still not suppressed. She raised her foot and kicked the door open. Only a week later, Tang Yaocan's house was in trouble again, as if it was a thief.
The light-colored ceramic tiles were painted by Hun'er, and there were cigarette butts and chewed betel nut residue everywhere, making it almost impossible to see the original color. There were also several black footprints on the white wall.
The wind blowing from the door shook the soft cardboard boxes piled up behind the door and soaked with wine. The empty beer bottles stuffed inside were vomited out and rolled around as if they had regained freedom. They clattered and screamed for existence. feel.
One of them was too excited and accidentally bumped into the take-out boxes piled beside the sofa, which were stacked as high as his calf. The rotten vegetable soup and rice dregs jumped out from the various packages and splashed all over the place that stretched from the sofa to the other side. On the dirty clothes and old blankets on the floor, there was a large area of vivid brushwork of unknown green and yellow color, waiting proudly for Zhang Jiefang to worship it.
Zhang Jiefang wanted to turn around and leave, but her son just sent her a message saying that he would be home at noon tomorrow, and she had to pack up the house before her son came back.
"Hey, you're back? What good stuff did you get this week? The salted duck with soy sauce last time was not good, it was a bit bad!"
Tang Yaocan came out of the bathroom and fastened his belt obscenely. He wanted to go through her bag without washing his hands, but Zhang Jiefang slapped him hard on the back of his hand.
"Why is it so popular every day?" Tang Yaocan rubbed the back of his red hands and muttered in a low voice.
Zhang Jiefang bumped Tang Yaocan away with her shoulder and stepped into the house. The first thing she did was to stuff the two sealed bags containing mussels and wagyu into the fresh compartment of the refrigerator.
"This is all my son's, not yours!"
Zhang Jiefang said firmly and walked to her bedroom. As soon as she entered the door, she found that her bed had been moved again.
But this time it was a little better than last time. At least I remembered to tidy it up. However, the quilt that was rolled up randomly and the sheets with wrinkles everywhere made this "tidying up" extremely ironic.
"Once, just once!" Tang Yaocan, who was leaning against the doorframe, grinned at Zhang Jiefan with his yellow teeth.
"I can't help it. That girl is very pretentious this time. She doesn't want to go to the hotel. She also dislikes the smell of hair oil in my bed... Hehe, your room is better. The bed is fragrant. Why does it smell like this? She looks similar to the old woman named Jiang!"
"I said you are not allowed to take women home. If you do it next time, I will cut off your lifeblood!"
"Zhang Jiefang, I find that you are very naive every day now."
Tang Yaocan cleared his throat twice, turned around and spat on the ground, and then ran over it with his pointed leather shoes, "Don't forget, we divorced a long time ago. I own half of this house. I can take it if I want. You don't care. Not!"
(End of this chapter)