Chapter 281

Tang Miao stepped on the gas pedal and sped out for a long time. She stopped by the side of the road and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then she collapsed on the chair like a deflated ball.

Song Ling almost made the right bet, she was indeed covering up, she was pretending that she was relieved the whole time, but it was not so easy to be relieved, she just didn't want to involve Liang Xiaoxiao, Huang Haotian and the others.

Tang Miao took a deep breath, calming down the mood that she had been holding back just now, her eyes had long been unconsciously filled with tears, which slid down the corners of her eyes. Tang Miao covered her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from crying.

That gate is such a familiar place that she can walk there with her eyes closed.

That's where the two had their first fight. Because Song Ling refused to accept Tang Miao's help, she had to bear the huge pressure of the loan by herself. The two quarreled for a long time. Tang Miao thought that the lovers should not be so clearly divided, but Song Ling thought that this was the most basic requirement for a man to give his lover, that is, to give her a home.

Song Ling was originally such a proud person, otherwise in an ordinary university, Tang Miao would not have fallen in love with such an ordinary him at a glance, not because of his handsomeness, nor because of his grades, but because of the tight corners of the man's mouth when he refused to admit defeat , and raised eyebrows, you must speak out with all your might.

Tang Miao had lived a carefree life since she was a child, and the people around her were just like her, and they had long since lost interest, so this kind of Song Ling made her fall in love at first sight. It was just because of this that the young and immature Tang Miao didn't understand what Song Ling was insisting on.

In the end, the two miraculously reconciled, because...

"Tang Miao! Tang Miao!" the roommate heard the voice from downstairs in the dormitory, and poked Tang Miao with his elbow, teasing her, "Hurry up, your man has admitted his mistake."

Tang Miao pouted, thought for a while, and then arrogantly turned her head up, "Hmph, how could it be so easy."

She thought, after all, this recognized favorite of heaven was willing to bend down for her, so no matter what, she should seize the opportunity to enjoy it more this time.

As a result, the sound downstairs was gone.

In a panic, Tang Miao threw off the quilt and ran outside. She didn't even put on her coat and shoes, she just put on her clothes and ran downstairs. "Ah! This bastard, Song Ling, won't really just leave! Are you so impatient!"

Tang Miao secretly hated, and kicked the small stone beside her as if to vent her anger. Suddenly, his back felt warm, and he was wrapped in a coat.

"What are you doing! Don't you know how to get dressed before coming down!" Song Ling's angry voice came from behind.

"Hmph, aren't you afraid that you, Mr. Song, are waiting! No, I was just a little late, and you disappeared." Tang Miao didn't appreciate it. She opened her mouth like spitting out beans, and there were a lot of crackling. Complain, scold.

"Heh," Song Ling laughed softly, pulled off his coat, and wrapped the woman in his arms tighter. "Is Miaomiao angry, making her petty?"

"So what!" Tang Miao's aggrieved expression unknowingly acted coquettishly on Song Ling.

Regardless of Tang Miao's struggle, Song Ling turned her over, reached out and grabbed her shoulder, and said seriously, "I know what you are upset about, but that is my bottom line, I want to have a house of my own where I can pretend to be Inside, for a lifetime."

Tang Miao's anger had almost subsided when Song Ling came to look for her, but at this moment she definitely couldn't let him pass the test easily. She puffed her mouth and turned her head to the side, not looking at Song Ling.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see something." Song Ling smiled and said nothing, but wrapped Tang Miao tightly in her coat, put her left hand around her waist, and took her away.

The two came to the floor of the house where Song Ling paid the first payment again, because at that time, this place was not a golden place to live, and the building was just completed, so there were almost no residents here, and Song Ling also took a fancy to the place where the price was relatively low. It is affordable, so I gritted my teeth and decided to give it a go, and bought it with a down payment.

The place that no one cares about at that time has now become the busiest and most prosperous city center in the small town. It can also show that Song Ling's excellent mind and extraordinary vision, as early as a few years ago, he smelled the hidden business opportunities around here. But at that time, because there were not many people, Song Ling could almost do whatever he wanted here.

For example, arbitrarily decorated the gate.

Tang Miao looked at the flowery gate, with several boards inlaid in the middle, "Please forgive me, he just wants to give you a home of his own." The words are very majestic, and it should be written by Song Ling.

Although Song Ling looked indifferent, she could always make her blush and heartbeat unconsciously. Tang Miao thought, and pushed open the door. Song Ling's house was on the sixth floor, and there was an envelope on each stairway. Tang Miao opened it one by one, and walked slowly up to the sixth floor.

As for what was said in the envelopes, we have no way of knowing, but Tang Miao's blushing cheeks should not be difficult to see how many love words Song Ling has packed in these envelopes that he may never say in person.

Inside the envelope on the last floor was a file bag. Inside the file bag was the deed of the house. In the owner column, Song Ling and Tang Miao were written. There was also a piece of paper inside, which clearly stated the monthly repayment amount, as well as Song Ling's salary details and bank account.

Tang Miao turned her head and Song Ling followed her silently.

"This is the house that I will spend my whole life with my future wife. I have paid the down payment. This is my monthly salary and the repayment amount. The remaining 10% is left to its hostess." Song Ling walked slowly in front of Tang Miao, knelt down on one knee in a marriage proposal position, and slowly opened his palm. Inside was a finger ring, which was very simple and worthless, but it was enough to surprise Tang Miao.

She waited expectantly for Song Ling's next move, to live up to her expectations, Song Ling smiled softly, "Are you willing to bear the remaining 10%?"

This was when Tang Miao was in her junior year, she had just turned 22 this year, and she had already reached the legal age.

This is Song Ling's second year of work. He has nothing, and the only asset he has is this house.

For the first time, in this humble place, the two hastily made a promise in this life.

"Heh." Tang Miao shook her head mockingly, trying to shake off those good memories in her mind. How beautiful the memories at that time are, how ironic it is to her now. The two people who were so in love once ended up being strangers. The fate is really ridiculous.

"Ring ring ring" Tang Miao's cell phone rang, and the caller ID was her father.

Tang Miao answered the phone indifferently, "Hello," no one has ever called her since she severed ties with her family, so why did she suddenly call her this time?

"Miao Miao, how are you doing recently?" Father's flattering tone came, compared with the cold and selfish voice at the beginning, it was really ironic.

"Is it related to you?"

"You!..." Tang's father lost his skills in an instant, almost yelling.

Tang Miao silently took the mobile phone away, waiting for the father to start roaring in a pretentious manner. Then the father seemed to be stopped by someone, but he just took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"At the beginning, we were all too restless, but my child, how dangerous it is to be outside alone, dad admits his mistake, can you come home?"

"Heh, I didn't listen to you for two months, and then asked me if I was doing well?" Tang Miao snorted coldly, "I don't need it, and I don't want to go back either."

"Hey, you child, don't be childish. At six o'clock tomorrow night, I will wait for you at home with your sister for dinner. That's the deal. Cook your favorite dishes." After a series of words on the other end of the phone, Without waiting for Tang Miao's response, she hung up the phone without authorization.

Tang Miao irritably threw the phone aside, stepped on the gas pedal, and left in the dust.

On the other side, Song Ling, who had just entered the house and collapsed on the sofa, received a message. He sat up straight suddenly, his face was suddenly livid, and his hands were clenched tightly, which showed how angry this text message made him.

After a while, Song Ling's face calmed down. He picked up his mobile phone and made a call, then sat on the sofa with his head in his arms, leaning forward. Song Ling lit a cigarette, and exhaled a circle of smoke with her eyes closed, "Fortunately..." He didn't finish, and went to the toilet to wash up after smoking. Tomorrow is another day, and another tough battle is about to be fought.

It was already late at night when Tang Miao returned home. In order to stay away from Song Ling and avoid the possibility of meeting him every day, she deliberately chose the farthest neighborhood. It took more than an hour to go back and forth. She didn't take a break right away, she went downstairs to buy some skewers from the roadside barbecue stand next to her, and ordered a few more bottles of beer before going upstairs.

In the dead of night, when the most troublesome things broke into the door, it was also the time when she was most powerless to resist. Tang Miao was not in the mood to think about what Tang's father was going to do with that sudden phone call, nor did she want to worry about her own future. She just wanted to get herself drunk, let's drink away her worries first.

There was nothing to say all night, except for Huang Haotian and Liang Xiaoxiao who were sleeping Zhengxiang, the other protagonists were all troubled by insomnia. Tang Miao was troubled, Song Ling was someone, and Father Tang was excited.