Kiss You, Sweetheart

"Come in." Song Zhixin's face was light, but he turned and walked towards the house.

Demi took a breath and went into the room. She put her hand on the doorknob. After a little hesitation, she let it go. She didn't intend to close it.

She thought, she just gave him the house property certificate and left without closing the door.

Song Zhixin, with his back to her, is lighting up. But his back brain seems to have eyes. Seeing Demi's action, he says, "please close the door."

Demi: --

She had to close the door gently and walk towards him.

Song Zhixin takes a puff of smoke and turns around. The mist curls around his face. It makes him look like the sad man in the cartoon. Demi is a little distracted for a moment.

Song Zhixin looked down on her.

Cold eyes, let Demi quickly back to mind, murmur: "how can you buy it?"

Song Zhixin laughs: "besides me, who can be so stupid?"

Demi: --

The heart was beating wildly. If the relationship is not so bad, she almost thinks he is talking about love. But they are so estranged now, so his sentence should have no other meaning.

"Thank you." Demi said and handed the kraft paper bag to him. "This is the real estate certificate. We'll go to the real estate bureau tomorrow morning to transfer the ownership."

But song Zhixin didn't answer. In the mist, his eyes were very deep and confused. He squinted at Demi, and his eyes flashed a ray of heartache: "Demi, what do I want your house for?"

Demi took a slight breath, stretched out her hands in the air, and finally dropped slowly.

Yes, what does he want her to do with such a shabby house?

A toilet in his son's house is bigger than her bird's nest.

"I know, you It's helping me, so I'm grateful. "

"So, you know I'm helping you?" Song Zhixin raised his face slightly and said faintly, with some profound meaning.

Demi nibbled her lips and tried to say, "although my family is very old, it's not worth 350000. But That place will be developed sooner or later, and the house price will increase in value.... "

"How much more?" Song Zhixin interrupted her and looked at her interestingly, "million, or ten million?"

Demi: --

Obviously, the value added is not that good. If it only adds tens of thousands of yuan, but not hundreds of thousands of yuan, what's the significance of it for his master song?

When he bought her house, he didn't think it would add value.

Demi lowered her head slightly, looked at the paper bag in her hand, put it on the tea table, and didn't look at Song Zhixin: "I'll see you in the real estate bureau at nine tomorrow morning. I'll go first."

With that, he was about to turn and leave. Song Zhixin grabbed her and said, "take it back."

"That's yours." Demi didn't move.

"Who is rare." Song Zhixin suddenly took up the bag and put it into her arms, "keep your family."

Demi couldn't tell what she was feeling, and she was so worried.

"I've collected your house money, and this house property certificate is yours. Our family will find a place to live. Thank you

Song Zhixin breathes and slightly tightens her mouth. Demi's tiny wrist feels like it will be broken by him.

"Do you really want to avoid me that much?"

Demi slightly pursed her lips: "Song Shao, this is a deal. I'm not paid for it."

Deal!

The cold words made song Zhixin pull Demi in front of him and look down at her.