Chapter 77 Moving, Checking Out - "Rebirth in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the separation"

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Zhao Sumei looked at him and sighed softly.

She knew that Lin Guoqiang was not hard-hearted.

It was broken.

When they separated, Lin Meiling said something to him, and he always remembered it, never falling behind during the holidays.

But what about Lin Meili?

From beginning to end, I never said a word for him.

Instead, he thought he was nosy.

It's strange that Lin Guoqiang can give her such a good face.

"Okay, let's not talk about her anymore." Lin Guoqiang took a piece of meat to Lin Jing and said, "Eat."

Lin Jing held the bowl and asked in a sweet voice, "Dad, the chicken cakes my sister-in-law brought today are delicious. When will she come again?"

"She's not coming."

"Why?"

Lin Guoqiang did not answer.

Zhao Sumei wiped Lin Jing's mouth: "Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Lin Jing obediently lowered her head to eat.

The courtyard became quiet, with only the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.

The moon climbed up the wall and illuminated the yard.

After Lin Guoqiang finished his meal, he sat at the door and smoked a cigarette.

He thought of Lin Meili's appearance today.

Floral dress, permed hair, white plastic sandals.

She forced a smile on her face and said that Wang Chao was good to her.

He didn't believe it.

The memories of his past life were there, he couldn't help but not believe them.

But he wasn't going to care anymore.

What should be said has been said, and what should be stopped has been stopped.

If someone insists on jumping into the fire pit, can he still tie him up?

After smoking a cigarette, he put out the cigarette butt.

Get up and go back to the house.

June 16th is the day of handover.

Lin Guoqiang went to Ma Defu's place early in the morning and put the key on the table.

"Director Ma, the house has been vacated. Please accept it."

Ma Defu sat behind his desk, holding the teapot in the air, and was stunned for several seconds.

"You really don't want to rent anymore?"

"No more renting."

"Your new store..."

"At the south end of the town, there are three facades and three tile-roofed houses in the backyard. It's my own."

After Lin Guoqiang finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Ma Defu held the teapot and didn't drink for a long time.

He knew that house at the south end of the town, it belonged to Lao Zhou.

I heard it was sold a few days ago, but I didn't expect the buyer to be Lin Guoqiang.

Three thousand and five.

I bought it when I said I would.

He suddenly regretted it.

If the rent hadn't been increased by 20 yuan, would this tenant still be able to stay?

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