Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Violent what? We've already paid our rent this month. You call the cops and I'm afraid of you? We have a rental contract.” The woman jumped three feet tall and gazed up and down at Joe Hui, whispering:

“The landlord brought a much younger woman last time. I don't know where the liar came from. ”

“Auntie, are we going the wrong way?” Xiaobin asked Joe Hui politely.

“No mistake! I lived here when I was a kid, and I'll never forget it. How could it go wrong?” Joe Hui looked firmly at the woman who panicked:

“Let me ask you, who's your landlord? ”

“It's a man named Yun Jianguo. ”

Yun Jianguo again!

Joe Huixian's teeth itched.

Yun Jian Guo, why can't you do something?

“Did you ever see a property certificate when you rented a house?” Joe Hui knows this is not to blame, he can only ask people calmly.

“Yes, he said it was his mother's house. The old man couldn't walk anymore. He also showed us the property certificate, the owner's name was Joe, I can't remember. ”

“Joe Hui.” Qiao Hui said, and brought out her ID card. She was in a hurry and forgot to bring her anti-production certificate.

“Ah, Joe Hye? How so young.” The woman wasn't stupid enough to know she was renting the wrong house.

This hard one didn't come, so soft. The woman pulled the child and knelt down in front of Joe Hui. She cried and said:

“We rent houses, we look at property certificates, how do we know we're going to meet such an unconscious liar? Yanjing city rent is so expensive, my man works in a kiln factory, worked hard for a month, and a third of the money paid the rent.

We only rented the house last month. We paid a deposit for two months and rent for three months at a time. Now you want us to die. ”

She seems to have a point.

But Joe Hui didn't want to see her home so taken out for rent by Yun Jianguo. It was also her failure to pay attention. She actually let Yun Jianguo drill such an empty space.

Looking at the woman's five-year-old and six-year-old child, her face was dirty, her eyes kneeling in horror, and Joe Hui couldn't bear it.

“Sister, either let them stay for a few more days, I can live somewhere else first.” Deng Yi is a teacher, and his life has been smooth. Apart from reading and teaching, he hasn't really encountered many people in danger.

At this moment, he sees pity, compassion prevails, and actually helps the woman to talk.

The woman watched Deng Yi speak well and immediately came to haunt her: “Yes, you also have children. Yan Jing is expensive in everything. You know how sad life is.

Our couple came from abroad, just the kid's dad, pulled two kids, and the boss was still studying.

Even the rent was borrowed from the old factory director of their kiln factory. You're kicking us out now, aren't you? ”

The more the woman cried, the more she was saddened, and sat on the ground to weep.

Deng Yi got a little impatient and looked at Joe Hui subconsciously: "Sister, look at her, she's pathetic too. Otherwise. ”

Before he finished, Joe Hui put up his face: “I feel sorry for her too, but this is the house that our old Joe ancestors left behind! ”

Without Joe Hui going on, Deng Yi knew that she couldn't let these people stay.

But the woman cried badly, and it seemed like there was no other way, and they were innocent.