Chapter 257

"Mom, who are they?" after a while with her mother, Yu Xiaoting finally noticed Ximen Qing and Qin Yuyao.

It's almost spring, and they are wrapped like zongzi. They have to say it's eye-catching. On TV, only wanted people usually dress up like this.

"Oh, these two are former colleagues from my mother's work place," Mr. Huang said, "but they are not teachers now. They are drawing comics like your father."

"Draw comics!" Yu Xiaoting immediately became interested. "Are your sisters cartoonists?"

Simon Qing smiled (although he couldn't see): "we can't call it home, but we are really drawing comics."

"What do you draw? I want to see. I want to see." Yu Xiaoting's eyes are full of curiosity.

Generally speaking, if you suddenly know that someone around you is engaged in creation, you will want to have a look.

Simon thought about it and said, "it's called a pet elf, but it won't be serialized until next week."

"Pet elf?" Yu Xiaoting really hasn't heard of the name. "What kind of cartoon is that?"

She is a high school student with poor grades and can only be escorted by swimming, so she has always admired those who eat by brain, such as her father.

Although Miss Huang has a job, she didn't resign because she was just idle. In fact, her father's salary alone is enough to make the family very rich. It can be said that she is a man who can support her family, which is very great.

"Well," Miss Huang suddenly interrupted them, "don't stand at the school gate if you want to talk. Go home first. Since there are guests today, I'll buy more vegetables."

"Hey, Mr. Huang, don't be so polite," Qin Yuyao hurriedly said. "Let's just have some."

"That won't work," Mr. Huang said with a smile. "Since you come to my house as a guest, you have to listen to me."

Mingming is less than 10 years older than Qin Yuyao, but Qin Yuyao feels that Mr. Huang is much more mature than himself.

This is caused by experience. It is reasonable to think of her experience that she will be like this after leaving home at the age of 15.

Thinking so, she took another look at Ximen. In terms of age, this is at least four digits up, but why can't you see a little maturity? In addition to slot points, it is also slot points. Qin Yuyao is really curious.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" XiMenqing noticed Qin Yuyao's sight and felt that there was a small hand scratching behind her.

"No, no, sister Ximen, let's go." Qin Yuyao quickly changed the topic.

……

In the stall opposite the school, uncle and nephew of the Song family stared at the scene.

"They... Why are they talking so naturally?"

"I don't know," Song Yunwu said, "what are these two guys doing? Even if you're an idiot zombie, why does xiaoyuyao get involved? What did they do without telling me?"

Song Shaoqing thought for a while, and suddenly calmed down: "it's good, it's good. I think they seem to know each other. Maybe we can ask them a favor at that time."

"Well, I'll ask them to help, uncle." Song Yunwu thought that he would go home tonight, ignore everything else, beat up the idiot zombies, and then talk about helping. Let her do something! My heart almost didn't break.

……

Simon Qing and they came to her house with teacher Huang.

This is not a multi-level community, and it has been a long time. Mr. Huang bought vegetables downstairs and took them to Room 201 on the second floor.

"We're back!" Yu Xiaoting shouted as soon as she entered the door, like a reined pony.

"Oh, my daughter is back." a man's voice came from the inner room.

Miss Huang's family is not big, that is, a suite with three bedrooms and two living rooms, so it takes only a few seconds from hearing the sound to seeing people.

Ximen Qing and Qin Yuyao are curious about what kind of person teacher Huang's husband is. As a result, they see a sleepy man with a beer belly and pajamas coming out of the bedroom.

"Lying trough!"

"Lying trough!"

Simon couldn't help it. He blurted out from a sleeping slot. The same reaction with her was the fat man. He obviously didn't expect that there would be an outsider. With a cry of surprise, he immediately retracted into the bedroom.

Miss Huang said, "I'm sorry. It's my fault that I didn't tell him there were guests coming."

"Oh, what's the matter," Simon Qing shook his head. "I also like to wear pajamas at home. It's normal."

Qin Yuyao's heart Tucao: "what are your pajamas, make complaints about the same school swimsuit, lace apron, or the emperor's new clothes..."

"Come on, come in and sit down," Mr. Huang took the two into the room and asked them to sit on the sofa. "I'll put the dishes on, you wait a minute."

She went into the kitchen. Then Ximen Qing and Qin Yuyao saw Yu Xiaoting who had just run into her bedroom and ran out: "Mom, where's my yoga mat?"

"Didn't you put it opposite yesterday?"

"Oh! Yes!" Yu Xiaoting quickly opened the door and ran to Room 202 opposite the door, holding a roll of yoga mat.

Then open the French window to the balcony and start yoga. For a swimmer, physical flexibility is very important.

Ximen asked curiously, "Xiaoting, is the opposite door yours?"

"Yes," Yu Xiaoting said as she warmed up. "My father often receives letters from fans. Later, when the house was full, he bought a house to put letters, but the room opposite the door was close, so he used it to put some other sundries."

"Others?" Simon was surprised. "So your family has more than these two houses?"

"Yes, the whole unit belongs to our family." Yu Xiaoting said naturally.

"The whole... Unit?!" Ximen Qing looked back at Qin Yuyao and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Ruyao, if I remember correctly, a unit means half of the building? I didn't count when I first came in. How many floors of the building?"

"On the 30th floor, sister Ximen, you remember correctly," Qin Yuyao said. "This apartment has four rooms on the first floor, two in each unit, and 60 on the 30th floor, including two storefront rooms downstairs."

"Mom, how much does it cost?" Simon couldn't wait to take out his calculator and press it. "Are the house prices in xiakong so cheap now?"

Qin Yuyao shook his head: "in addition to the capital, there is no place where the house price is more expensive than here."

Speaking of this, they looked at the door of the master bedroom very tacitly.

Miss Huang said that her husband is a cartoonist, but now it seems that he is not just a "cartoonist"? What kind of cartoonist can have enough money to buy a semi understand apartment building in xiakong city?

"Is this guy Weitian?" Ximen Qing muttered.