Chapter 211 It's Not up to Me to Put It down

After lunch with Yang Jian, he gave his card to the waiter when he was paying the bill. I said anxiously, "I said I'll treat you. How can I let you pay again?"

"Why are you so clear? Then our company is still together. Do you want to share mine with yours?"

"No, absolutely not." I took his card back and put my card on the waiter's tray.

Yang Jian laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled. "Little stubborn."

I think I have to have this stubbornness. This is my habit as a human being. How can I let him break it?

"Let's go." I got up, picked up the clothes on the back of the chair and put them on.

Just two steps later, Yang Jian sighed. "Did you take the clothes and leave the wallet on the table?"

I was stunned and took the wallet he handed me. "I made you laugh again. I can't change this confused character."

"It's good. Men generally don't like women who are too smart. They can do it, but sometimes they have to be a little confused. Otherwise, how can they give men the opportunity to be courteous?"

I've never seen a serious flirt like Yang Jian before. "Is that what men think?"

"I don't know about other men, but I guess that's what I think. I think I've lived half my life and my ideas have always been universal."

I smiled and walked out of the restaurant side by side with him.

When I got in the car, he automatically opened the door for me. After I got in, he closed the door and sat back in the driver's seat. I used to be very fond of gentlemen, but now, Yang Jian always seems to be the most comfortable person to take care of.

After work in the evening, Yang Jian took me home. On the way, he told me according to the map that there was also a way home. What could be remembered on each road, which was very consistent with my memory habits.

"You're really careful." I praised.

Yang Jian took a sip of water. "Of course. How old do you think a teenager older than you is? That's life experience."

"Then let me ask Mr. Yang, do you understand the path of life?"

"What do you mean?"

I thought about it, "Emotionally."

"I understand. When I was young, I wanted to be rich and ignored my girlfriend. After ten years of running, I was no longer in the mood to fall in love. I was single until now. Although I haven't had a lot of experience in love, I've seen a lot of people over the years, and I've reflected on them countless times. I'm definitely a little older than you young people. Otherwise, I'm sorry for my age."

"Do you care about your age?" I raised my eyebrows.

Yang Jian turned to look at me. We were still in the car, and the small space made both of us very focused.

"When I met you, I wanted to suddenly be ten years younger." He smiled, and the wrinkles on his cheeks were especially gentle.

I don't want to open my eyes. If my eyes are the window of my heart, I think I can see his love for me from his window, and I don't want to look at him because I'm afraid he will see that I don't love him.

Yang Jian took the initiative to break the silence between us. "Let's go and take you up to see your new home."

"Okay." I pursed my lips, pushed open the door, and got out of the car. He took out my luggage from the trunk, a suitcase, and a paper box.

I dragged the suitcase, he carried the cardboard box, and we went upstairs together. When we reached the door, he asked me to open the door with the key, and then I remembered that I had the key and everything.

When I opened the door, I really liked it. I left my luggage at the door and turned over the seventy square meters.

It's not big here, but it has everything, and the decoration is very simple and generous. I can't say I like it. I have the impulse to buy it here.

"The original owner of this house must have been someone who loved life." I scrutinized every part of the place, every corner.

Yang Jian grunted and raised his last note.

"Look at the blankets on the sofa, the floor mats, the tablecloths. They're all hand-painted." I pointed to him and said, "Actually, I'm quite homey. When I don't have a job, I especially like to stay at home, but I don't love my life. I'm used to wandering around. I can't clean up my house."

"Have you ever thought about settling down?"

I nodded. "Of course I did, but... Forget it, Mr. Yang, I really like it here."

He gave a fatherly look and said, "As long as you like it."

I said I wanted to put my luggage away, and he said he wanted to help. I refused and told him to go back and rest. After he left, I put all my luggage away and lay down on the big bed.

I rarely posted a post praising the previous owner of this house and expressing my gratitude for life.

I suddenly remembered that there was Wu Ying. She didn't know that I had moved. I called her immediately, but she expressed her naked disdain and said that I was looking for her at night and was disturbing her.

"Young man, are you still bothered by this?"

I was speechless. Forget it. I had to respect the old and love the young. "Then I was afraid you wouldn't find me."

"Chen Qing, do you have a brain? As long as you're in North city, as long as I want to find you, do you think I won't be able to find you?"

I was speechless again. "Grandma wu, I won't disturb your rest. Good night."

I hung up the phone and sighed. Wu Ying was the most bad-tempered old man I've ever seen. It's not hard to imagine that she must have been more violent when she was young.

I took out a towel and went to the bathroom to take a bath. The towel was taken out of the bag and brought out a small photo. But the palm of my hand was so big that it was a photo of me and Fu Jing.

I put the photo on the bedside table and thought about stuffing it into the drawer. Why did I bring it out? What was the point?

I simply threw it into the trash can and went to take a shower. After the battle shower, I tied up the trash bag and put it at the door, ready to leave the building tomorrow morning.

The next morning, when I went out, I suddenly thought that there was still garbage at the door. I looked around. Where did my bag of garbage go? Could someone have taken it away like that?

My heart sank and I hurriedly went downstairs to look for the trash can. The big trash can was empty. I panicked. The only photo of me and Fu Jing was gone...

No, it can't just disappear.

I hurriedly asked the property under the building, "Hello, may I ask, where will our garbage be sent?"

"It's already past eight o' clock, and the trash has already been sent to the transit station."

"Where is the transfer station?"

"On hengye road, you can see it when you follow that road."

I said thank you and quickly drove to catch up. I found the transfer station. Cars were taking out and transporting rubbish. The smell was very pungent.

"Master, may I ask if the garbage from your coke apartment is still there?"