The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 22

Mr. Chu! The first thing he thought of was his husband, but he was also the person he was least willing to talk to during New Year greetings. Since they met, his husband has always helped him deal with troubles and has helped him too much.

He shook his head. He couldn't open this mouth no matter what, especially after realizing that his feelings had deteriorated. He was too poor, and he couldn't afford to pay for it even if he poured out all his money.

In a daze, he thought of the signed real estate certificate and Lin Fengzhuo's words that the bank card was placed on the bedside. He opened the drawer during the New Year and clutched the sealed bag of documents. In addition to a piece of information, there was also a key. .

The house was because Lin Fengzhuo missed the opportunity to go to college in order to make up for the bottle of wine he had bought for him during the New Year's Eve of the college entrance examination. What followed was He Cen's car accident and the matter of repeating his studies was postponed again and again.

He doesn't want a house.

He had saved the 200,000 yuan bit by bit, and all he could think about during the New Year was returning the real estate certificate to Lin Fengzhuo. He only wanted that card.

Running all the way to the north gate, the wind made him unable to breathe. Standing in front of the villa, his legs felt weak. Instead of feeling relieved, he felt sad.

He has worked very hard but can't change it. Material poverty brings far more than pain and struggle. It will strip away your dignity, soul, and self-esteem. It's like reading all the books in vain, only knowing that 200,000 yuan can save your loved ones. life.

When he opened the door, his New Year's greetings hands were shaking violently. He kept convincing himself that it was not for free, but to exchange for the real estate certificate. There were two pairs of shoes at the entrance. The smell of alcohol was strong in the room, and beer bottles were everywhere. He walked forward. Two steps.

A sweet and passionate voice came from the bedroom upstairs, accompanied by the muffled sound of bodies colliding, and the content was unbearable.

He Nian froze in place, not expecting anyone to be in the house. He wanted to leave, but something seemed to have roots under his feet, and the document bag in his hand was pinched out of shape.

When the restlessness upstairs subsided, Liang Dong wrapped his clothes and went downstairs to find water. When he saw the person at the door, he was stunned for a moment. There was no hostility on his face, and he asked tentatively:

"Are you here to see Mr. Lin? He is taking a shower."

New Year greetings are like a lonely stone statue. It took a long time before he said:

"Can you give me a hand?"

Liang Dong didn't know why, but he still nodded. The young man in front of him was different from the domineering one last time. He was very likeable. He was probably Mr. Lin's previous lover.

"You tell me."

"There is a card beside the bed in the bedroom, can you help me..."

"Is this it?" Liang Dong took out a gray-white bank card from his pocket:

"Master Lin has already given it to me, saying that there are two hundred thousand yuan in it, and he will cover it for three months. He is really generous!"

Ever since that incident at the bar, Liang Dong had been thinking about Lin Fengzhuo, a handsome and wealthy benefactor. It didn't matter who took care of him, they just got what they wanted. He thought it was a casual relationship, but he didn't expect that in a few days I received a call from the sponsor again before, saying that I was drunk and told him my address so that he could come over and make hangover soup.