Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

"I just got off work. Recently, a leader came to check. The hospital is strict."

Jian Anran only heard the wind blowing by Yang Yahui, which sounded like she was outside.

Yang Yahui works at the People's Hospital in the city center, but the house she and Jian Anjie rent is in the urban-rural juncture of the suburbs. There is no subway going there. Yang Yahui has to sit at the nearest subway station and ride a battery car home every time.

Jian Anran swallowed her saliva and resisted the soreness in her throat. "You can speak now. I want to ask you something."

The unexpected seriousness made Yang Yahui nervous, and her voice became urgent, "It's convenient, you say."

"Let me ask you," Jane Anran said, "where did those things that were piled up in the utility room at home go?"

It is no exaggeration to say that Yang Yahui is a hoarder. The house that Jian Anran and her family originally lived in an old community in the city center originally had four rooms. One room was the master bedroom where Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo lived, and the other room was where Jian Anran lived. An Ran's bedroom, the rest is the study room and utility room.

After Jian Anjie was born, the study became his room, and all the things in the study were stuffed into the utility room, so much so that the utility room door almost couldn't be opened at one point.

Jian Anran had been to the house that Yang Yahui rented in the suburbs. She could see the layout of the entire house at a glance. Except for a small wardrobe, there was no other storage space. The original sundries in their home were almost non-existent. The possibility of following her there.

"Those things?" Yang Yahui was stunned when Jian Anran asked her.

Recalling those days, for Yang Yahui, it was as if it was a dark night with not even a glimmer of light visible.

When she came back from shopping for groceries, she found that the house had been sealed. Then Yang Yahui cried and fainted several times. Later, she found out that Jian Shaobo had several sky-high debts outside the house. She cried and fainted again and went to the hospital to hang up water. And then When the house entered the auction process, she hurriedly found a house and moved out.

So where did the stuff go?

When asked by Jian Anran, Yang Yahui's heart suddenly rose to her throat.At that time, she had very little savings left. She had not had any job for nearly 30 years after her marriage, and she was seriously out of touch with society. Faced with the problem of survival after divorce, Yang Yahui had almost no time to notice anything else.

Although these are usually inconspicuous sundries, their ancestors are still rich after all. Yang Yahui's natal family is a well-off family, and they brought her a lot of things.Although it may not be very valuable, it is considered an antique after all, and it should still fetch a small amount of money if it is sold.

"I..." Yang Yahui's voice started to shake a little, "I don't remember."

really!

Jian Anran feels a little regretful when she thinks about it now. At that time, she was anxious, angry, and a little scared. Especially when Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo teamed up to take out all the money in her pocket, she simply lost all her mind. .

The other end of the phone, which had been silent for a long time, finally said, "An Ran, I'm getting into the subway soon. I'll think about it later and call you when I get back."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Long after she finished taking a shower, Jane sat quietly on the chair in front of the desk, mechanically turning over the book in her hand.Her eyes occasionally fell on the cell phone with a black screen on the table.

"Ring-ring--"

In a flash, Jian Anran immediately answered the phone, "Hello——"

Yang Yahui was very excited, "An Ran! I remembered it!" (End of Chapter)