When the mobile phone rings, Wen Xin sees that it's Gu Minghan's phone and sits up, "hello?"
"Where did you take my luggage?" Gu Minghan's roaring voice came over. He was so scared that Wen Xin took the mobile phone away from him. When he finished, he put it back to his ear.
Biting the yogurt straw, Wen Xin said: "I moved to my new home. Are you back?"
Isn't he going to promote the new film?
It's like running to several cities. Why are you back?
Wen Xin thought, breathing a little tight, he should not come back for her, right?
Gu Minghan sighed and repressed: "send me the address."
Half an hour later, with the roar of the sports car downstairs, Gu Minghan arrived. Wenxin went down to meet him in his slippers and said, "here you are."
Gu Minghan got out of the car with a dark face. He took off his sunglasses and looked at the three-story building in front of him. It didn't look new. He didn't even have a security guard in the neighborhood. The surrounding environment was not very good and the traffic was not convenient. He wanted to strangle the woman in front of him.
"The house you're looking for is in this place where birds don't shit?" Gu Minghan side Mou sees to her smile Xi Xi appearance, gnash teeth of inquiry.
Wen Xin smiles, looks at the house in front of her, and smiles: "er It's not very good outside, but the inside of the house is very good. I've arranged and cleaned it. Besides, it's very close to the subway station. It's only 15 minutes' walk, and it's not a place where birds don't poop... "
Although it is just across the road from the villa area, it is quite different.
But it would be nice to live in a comfortable house.
Gu Minhan took a deep breath, opened the front passenger's door and pushed her in.
"Ah! What are you doing? " Wen Xin left the window, chin against the above, wrongly curled his lips, "well, I know you are not satisfied, but I really have no money, can only rent this place."
Gu Minghan heard that she had no money and sneered: "you are the winner of the best screenwriter, and the best-selling writer has no money? What about ghosts? "
Wenxin low eyes hesitated for a few seconds before opening: "my father is sick, the annual cost of chemotherapy is very high, I really have no money."
Although she earns a lot, she spends a lot. She needs to be alone in everything, so The wallet is really flat.
Gu Minghan was slightly stunned. Looking at her sad face, he suddenly remembered that she was usually dressed in ordinary clothes, and her whole body was every valuable thing.
It's not frugality, it's really no money.
Her father was sick
"And your sister? She doesn't care? " Gu Minghan frowned and looked at her small face.
Wen Xin pushed the door to get out of the car and said, "you know, the relationship between my sister and my parents So I didn't tell her
I don't want to let my family fall into a rigid attitude again. What's more, she still can afford it and doesn't want her sister to have any pressure. She has paid enough for her family.
Gu Minghan's lung aches when he breathes in his hands. He doesn't know what to say.
"Either you go back to the hotel, or you come to find a house." Wen Xin lowers his head and opens his mouth.
She's really well arranged.
Gu Minghan began, silent for a few seconds, but also stepped into the corridor, see her slow to keep up, not angry mouth: "a few floors!"
Wenxin immediately responded and happily followed, "third floor!"
Take out the key and stand there nervously.
Gu Minghan came in with his head slightly lowered and stood at the door and glanced.