He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran smiled and said: "My sister treats you as if it is not, not against you, but reflecting on herself."

Yang Haitao was shocked: "Ah? Introspect yourself? What do you mean?"

Song Ran's eyes were dark: "You are in love or I am in love. Have your acuity been used up in the business sea? In love, how can you be like an idiot?"

Yang Haitao pulled his face: "How do you talk to your brother-in-law? No big or small."

Song Ran stepped over his body and shouted: "Sister, you are here..."

Yang Haitao was panicked and quickly said: "Song Xuan...you...I'm joking."

When Song Xuan heard about himself claiming to be Song Ran's brother-in-law in private, Yang Haitao was of course panicked. When he looked back, where was anyone?

Yang Haitao knew that he had been shaved by his sister-in-law again, and his teeth were tickled with anger. He always felt that this little girl was always old-fashioned before him, as if he had seen through life.

She was only nineteen years old, so what did she pretend to be deep, but what did she mean? Song Xuan reflects on herself?

It seems that you have to have a frank and in-depth talk with Song Xuan.

Yang Haitao took the two sisters to several houses in Haicheng District. In the middle of the year, one person received 50,000 yuan in dividends. Adding 20,000 yuan before the first half of the year, the two people added up to 150,000 yuan. The house was not expensive at the time. Fifty thousand can buy a decent apartment.

However, Song Xuan and Song Ran both meant small bungalows. After all, they were used to living in bungalows. Suddenly asking them to live in an apartment was always at a loss.

Therefore, Yang Haitao took them to a bungalow area not far from the office and Fuguang University on Jing'an Road. Of course, it is a bit inferior to the three-story bungalows with front and back yards of the Song family. It's brick red, with a small front yard, two stories high, and overall it's pretty good.

The price is...about 300,000 yuan in full.

What Song Ran thought was that 300,000 yuan is really not expensive. About twenty years later, this house will be worth hundreds of millions in this part of the city, with a small three-story house with a yard.

It's just that the two of them can't come up with three hundred thousand now.

Song Xuan settled, and said, "The fifty thousand that my mother left me before gave Lao Song ten thousand. I have 40,000 left. Xiao Ran, you still have 30,000, so there will be more than two hundred thousand. ."

Song Ran’s heart throbbed. Forget it. If she didn’t tell her sister, her sister would probably always remember her tens of thousands of dollars. Anyway, her relationship with Gu Jingxing has stabilized, and her sister will not be because of it. Just think about something like this...

"Sister, I don't have the 30,000 yuan anymore. I spent the 30,000 yuan."

Song Xuan seemed to hear the tale of the Arabian Nights, and her mouth closed in shock: "You...what did you say?"

Yang Haitao looked at her with a surprised face.

For a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, how much does she spend, 30,000 yuan?

My sister-in-law is a talent.

Song Ran was completely confessed and lenient: "Jingxing's aunt... was seriously ill. I paid a doctor to see her. So, 30,000 yuan is gone."

Suddenly, Song Xuan's expression was a little exciting, should she scold her for not learning to spend too much? Or should she praise her for her kindness and charity?

Yang Haitao watched Song Xuan's reaction very carefully. He would not speak before Song Xuan expressed his position.

Song Xuan was unable to utter a word as if he had eaten a fly, and said after a long while: "Then...then...Does Gu Jingxing know about this?"

Thirty thousand yuan is not a small amount? Gu Jingxing spends her sister's money so comfortably?

Song Ran shook his hand quickly: "He doesn't know, he really doesn't know at all."