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Chapter 64 Chapter 63
Zheng Xiuju came to the office in the morning, cleaned up, made a cup of rose tea, and was tasting the tea when the door of the office was pushed open.

The cheerful Zhao Zhiyang stood there, smiling and saying hello.

"It's so quiet, I thought you weren't there."

"……Ha ha"

"Yesterday, my parents discussed with me about buying me another house in downtown Qinghe. Where do you think the location is better?"

Zheng Xiuju didn't know much about the location of the house, but Zhao Zhiyang's meaning was very clear when he said this, and he wanted to choose a house that she was satisfied with.

"If there is nothing else, can you take time off and accompany me to have a look?" Zhao Zhiyang asked.

"I'm not very good at reading, you can choose by yourself."

"Or, I'll tell you what I think is right, and then you can choose for me."

The core area of ​​Qinghe City is not large, and there are only a handful of houses around it.

At this time, the real estate industry can't see the two sparks here, and it is completely impossible to raise prices in the future.

Zhao Zhiyang chose three houses, including new houses and second-hand houses.

When he showed it to Zheng Xiuju, Zheng Xiuju was also a little noncommittal.

"I think it is still necessary to buy a new house, the second-hand one is too old."

She gave her own advice.

But when the suggestion came out of her mouth, it became an order and an instruction.

That afternoon, Zheng Xiuju's father, Lao Zheng, received a call from Wu Honghai, deputy general manager of Qinghe Distillery.

"Hi Brother Zheng! I'm Wu Honghai from Qinghe Distillery."

"Hello, hello! I'm glad to receive your call!"

"Didn't I say last time that I introduced Xiuju to her boyfriend!

The other party's family also attaches great importance to it. Today Xiao Zhao went to the city to look at the house, and the specific location was chosen according to your daughter's wishes.The size is also negotiable.

I don't know what you mean..."

The house is up to you to choose, is it sincere enough?
"Brother Wu, you really bothered! I must treat you to a good meal. I think it depends on the child's own opinion on this matter. They agree, and we, as old people, have no objection."

Lao Zheng also came out of the system for many years, so of course he will not give a clear answer.

"Okay, then I understand what you mean, let them decide for themselves."

Putting down the phone, Old Zheng nodded, Zhao Zhiyang's family conditions did meet his requirements.

It seems understandable to strive for some material guarantee for her daughter.

In the evening, Lao Zheng called his daughter Zheng Xiuju home for dinner.

"That Zhao Zhiyang from your unit talked to you about buying a house today?"

"how do you know?"

If he wasn't her own father, Zheng Xiuju must have felt that she was being followed.

"Where are the positions, you and your mother and we can talk about it."

When talking about this topic, Zheng Xiuju's mother also got excited:

"Yes, yes! Housing is a big problem. The floor needs to be good, the layout is good, and the location is good..."

"The waterfront garden in the urban area, the impression of Jiangnan, and a second-hand house."

"Um……"

Old Zheng and his wife nodded. These two communities are located in the most prosperous locations in the city center, with convenient transportation and a good reputation. The most important thing is that the prices are also very high.

"How to choose a house, you two can discuss it yourself. But when it comes to marriage, I think it will be settled!"

Lao Zheng made a concluding speech.

He didn't say yes or no on the phone, but now at the family meeting, he's very clear.

"That's right! Get married early and feel at ease, and your dad and I will accompany you with a car when the time comes!"

Cao Mengxing's death sentence was officially pronounced at this family banquet.

But at this time, he still doesn't know.

I wanted to return to Tiecheng City after staying for two days, and implement my work arrangements as soon as possible.

But now, nothing seems to make sense.

The news that Zhao Zhiyang and Zheng Xiuju bought a house in the city seemed to spread to everyone around Cao Mengxing in an instant.

Suddenly, like a spring breeze overnight, thousands of people are smiling.

"What's going on, brother, try your best!"

"Hurry up and buy a house too! Anyway, sooner or later you will buy it!"

"There is still a chance, let's go!"

……

People who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal seem to be enthusiastically making suggestions, but there is another word behind it:
"I just said that Cao Mengxing must not do it. What are his family's conditions?"

"I didn't like him at the beginning, who is Zheng Xiuju? That's a model!"

"He is a toad who wants to eat swan meat!"

……

With two skins in one's mouth, there is only icing on the cake, not instant charcoal.

Cao Mengxing lost.

Rather than saying that he lost to Zhao Zhiyang, it was better to say that his father, Lao Cao, lost to Zheng Xiuju's father, Lao Zheng.

What made Cao Mengxing most sad was not the pain of losing love; it was the ridicule from all the onlookers.

He couldn't bear it, he wanted to escape.

But where can I escape?

Without telling anyone, he drove to Dahua City in Northern Province by himself.

Maybe only here will make him feel familiar and at ease, only here will not be disturbed by familiar people.

He stayed in the hotel in a daze for three days. The little girl at the front desk of the hotel was afraid that something might happen to him, so she called several times a day to ask:
Sir, what do you need?

Sir, are you all right?
Sir, have you not eaten for three days?
The subtext is: sir, don't fucking die here!
If it weren't for this responsible little girl, Cao Mengxing might really have died here.

After the call failed, when the little girl asked someone to come over and open the door to check, Cao Mengxing had already passed out due to hypoglycemia.

When he woke up again, there was a vast whiteness in front of his eyes.

Turning his head, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

Her delicate face has become thinner, but her radiant complexion remains the same as before.

It was Jiang Yilin who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"This is?"

"This is the hospital."

"How did you come."

"The people from the hotel took your phone and called me, saying that you fainted."

"Don't tell Liu Gang, and don't tell anyone..."

It would be disgraceful for anyone to know about this matter.

I wanted to lick my wound quietly, but if it was defined as love and sacrifice, it would be a joke.

It was only later that Cao Mengxing found out that before he fainted that day, he found the text message Jiang Yilin had sent him from his phone:
Are you serious?

He wanted to reply: I'm sorry.

Then passed out.

"sorry."

Cao Mengxing said something in a low voice.

Then lay there, silently shed two lines of tears.

At first, he closed his eyes and let the tears flow freely, and later, he covered his face tightly with his hands, shaking all over his body, and sobbing non-stop.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Tears contain loss, regret, resentment, and dissatisfaction...

Jiang Yilin sat quietly aside, with one arm around his head, and the other hand gently stroking his head.

She is like a gentle mother, comforting the child who lost a fight outside, and telling him: Don't be afraid, there is me...

Men are always children.

Since he is a child, he cannot be asked not to make mistakes.

(End of this chapter)