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Chapter 1 How did you fall in love with her?

At the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Ji Yang had a beard, a cigarette in his mouth, and bloodshot eyes. He was wearing a windbreaker, with messy hair, and looked very old for a man in his thirties.

In front of him was a luxury car. The fat second-generation rich man looked at the woman walking past Ji Yang. He trotted around and opened the car door.

The woman was wearing black stockings, her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her high heels were clicking. She threw herself at him like a young swallow, her butt wiggling back and forth.

Snapped.

The two hugged each other, and the rich second generation even romantically turned around twice.

Just then, the two noticed Ji Yang's vicissitudes of life eyes.

The rich second generation put the woman down, coughed, and walked over elegantly. At the same time, he took out a cigarette and handed it to Ji Yang. Seeing Ji Yang took it, the rich second generation patted Ji Yang on the shoulder and said, "Brother, look at it more open-mindedly. Life is long. You just haven't met the right person yet."

pat.

Ji Yang lit up a cigarette, took a puff and said sadly: "Brother, what do you like about her?"

The second-generation rich man was stunned. Ji Yang continued, "She's been married before and is over 30 years old. It's like a house that has caught fire. No matter how clean the white ash outside is, it can't stop the house from being burned. Brother, you are a second-generation rich man, young and promising, with a lot of money. You can find any woman you want, why are you looking for this one?"

Ji Yang looked at the rich second generation and asked with great difficulty in understanding.

The rich second generation looked at Ji Yang warily, took a few steps back and forced a smile: "Everyone has their own preferences."

Ji Yang nodded, holding a cigarette in his mouth and putting his hands in his windbreaker pockets, then turned and left against the wind.

Watching Ji Yang's back as he left, the rich second generation suddenly felt a little guilty. Although he was not handsome, he truly loved this woman, and he could not let her go after she finally got divorced.

He also knew that this woman was after his money, but he didn't care. What was money? It was just waste paper. He just liked the aura of maternal love that this woman exuded.

The second-generation rich man walked up to the woman with a guilty conscience and said, "Is your husband upset? I was worried that he would beat me."

"Whose husband?"

"You?"

"What a joke, I don't know him." The woman was puzzled and pointed at the bald man with a beer belly who walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau: "This is my husband, who I didn't know just now?"

……

"Fuck, are second marriages so popular?"

"This generation of rich second-generation people has no moral principles. You don't like young girls, but only those who are married."

"Is there any law in this world?"

Ji Yang was walking on the street with a cigarette in his mouth and a melancholy look on his face. To be honest, he was in his thirties and wanted to get married, so he was anxious.

Although he is an orphan and no one is urging him to get married, a man at this age who doesn't get married will feel itchy all over when he goes to bed at night. He has no money, and as a worker, it is enough to support himself.

So, Ji Yang thought of a solution.

The divorce rate has been high in recent years. People get divorced at the slightest disagreement, or right after the wedding night. People are no longer willing to have children.

But Ji Yang is willing to give birth.

So he came to the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau and waited there. When he saw a divorced woman, he would go over and ask her if she was willing to marry him.

According to Ji Yang's understanding, these divorced women are all very wealthy. Not only do they get property, they may also own several houses and company shares.

But what makes Ji Yang helpless is that even if they are divorced, have children, or are elderly, it is not his turn.

He never thought of competing with the second-generation rich for young and beautiful women, but these rich men would not even let go of divorced women with children.

"Destroy it." Ji Yang muttered, and stomped his feet in disappointment.

Turned around and walked into the foot massage parlor next door.

Even though he can't get married, he can still take care of other people's future wives.

Night falls.

Ji Yang walked unsteadily under the lights, a cigarette in his mouth, a mobile phone in his hand, and posted the photo to his circle of friends: This is the wife you will be asking for hundreds of thousands of dollars in the future.

The photo shows a pair of big feet, and when you look forward you can just see a delicate face in a cheongsam.

After posting, he did not even look at the replies. Ji Yang packed a meal and walked slowly to his residence. He did not own a house, and he once hesitated about taking out a loan to buy one. He worked alone, and he did not have much to spend except for foot washing, so he could still pay off the loan.

But when he thought about exchanging his hard-earned money for a pile of cement, Ji Yang couldn't bear to do it.

Therefore, Ji Yang still rents a house.

Just as he climbed up the stairs, the door opposite opened and the landlord came out. He glanced at Ji Yang gently and said, "Failed again? Little Ji, don't set such high standards. Just make do with what you have. I have a resource..."

Ji Yang's mouth twitched: "The one who got married for the fourth time?"

"How can that be possible?" The landlord laughed and said, "This person is not married yet, but has dated several boyfriends. This is definitely her first marriage."

Ji Yang breathed a sigh of relief and became interested: "Is it true? Uncle, don't lie to me."

The landlord glared at her: "When have I ever lied to you? But the other party has a child..."

Ji Yang was silent for a moment, then he forced a smile: "It's okay, everyone has times when they meet the wrong person, I don't care about that, and I like children, daughters are even better, they are sweet little cotton-padded jackets."

The landlord's tone was erratic: "The color is wrong."

Ji Yang's expression froze: "What...what do you mean?"

The old man's voice trembled: "Xiao Ji, she is a top student, she went to a famous foreign university, her boyfriends are all foreign friends, she has a cultured air..."

Ji Yang rushed into the house with a look of horror on his face. The landlord returned home with a look of disappointment on his face and said to his wife, "This little Ji is too picky. She's just a woman. What's there for him to worry about?"

The old man nodded as well: "That's right, if you marry him, it's good enough. If you marry him, he will be the father of a mixed-race child. You can start a live broadcast and make a lot of money. Xiao Ji has no vision, no wonder he has been working all the time."

The phone suddenly rang. It was my beloved daughter. My wife answered the phone and a bold voice came from the other end: "Mom, I brought my boyfriend home. Where is he from? A foreigner, what kind of person? No, is it interesting to ask this? Are you discriminating?..."

……

Ji Yang sat in the living room, eating the packed food in silence. Suddenly, the landlord's anxious shout came from the corridor, and then there was the sound of an ambulance outside. Ji Yang thought about it, did not move, and continued to eat.

His landlord is not a charming aunt, so he can't even find a chance to lie down. He pays the rent and the other party provides the house. It's no different from going to wash feet or hair with Ji Yang.

After eating and drinking, Ji Yang took a shower and returned to his room. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He always felt that something was missing around him.

Finally, he fell asleep with great difficulty. The next day, he was woken up by the alarm clock. He got up in a daze and opened the bathroom door. Ji Yang yawned and stood still, draining the waste water with his eyes closed. Then he took a shower, put on his clothes, and ran out of the house.

After buying two buns at the door, Ji Yang ran towards the station.

Suddenly... squeak...

Bang!
"what!"

A woman pointed at the wall with a horrified look on her face: "Someone...someone made a big pancake on the wall."

boom!
The car exploded and burst into flames.

　Begging for reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)