"I want the apartment Wang Jincheng wants to buy."

There was no nonsense between the father and son. Wang Haici asked about things, and Wang Ye only talked about things.

"Garden Apartment?" Wang Haici temporarily stopped the documents in his hand.

He just finished the cocktail party and sat in the car on his way home. The driver was someone he had followed for many years and drove the car very steadily in the night.

"Yes." Wang Ye said.

Wang Haici leaned back into the seat, his voice scrutinized: "Reason."

This is not like the father treating his son, but more like the boss treating his subordinates. Wang Ye has long been accustomed to it: "That is where my friend lives."

"You can buy if you sell," Wang Haici was very disappointed with this reason. "You are even more childish than I thought."

Wang Ye held the knuckles of his phone, which turned white due to the force.

"Change another place," Wang Haici made a decision on the matter. "I have promised this apartment to the small town. Since you want to help your friends, let Uncle Jiang help you find another house, which will only be better than what he originally lived in."

Wang Ye: "I want this one."

Wang Haici narrowed his eyes slightly.

My son has never been like this before. They bought the toys from childhood to the food, clothing and supplies, including the off-road vehicle, so Wang Ye took them. They didn't buy them, and Wang Ye didn't say anything.

"What kind of friend is this?" Wang Haici asked.

Wang Ye didn't want to mention Lin Wu: "College classmate, very important friend."

"I suggest you ask him for his opinion," Wang Haici said, "I don't think he would mind living in a better place."

He minds.

Wang Ye doesn't need to ask at all.

For Lin Wu, this apartment is not as simple as a residence, but a symbol, a support, and the last straw that he can catch.

Straw cannot save lives, it will only make people have unrealistic fantasies, and Wang Ye looks down on it very much.

But it was also in this apartment that Wang Ye welcomed the first New Year in his life, worth looking forward to.

"dad."

Wang Ye looked into the dark night ahead.

The struggle and embarrassment flashed deep in his eyes, and disappeared into the darkness again.

"I never took the initiative to ask you for anything. This is the first and last time, you gave me that apartment."

Plea.

In the silent passage of time.

Waiting seems as long as a century.

Wang Ye stared at the depths of the night, where the moonlight and starlight could not be seen, and every inch was shrouded in darkness.

Finally, my father's voice rang again on the phone.

"Everything comes first and then comes, I have already agreed to the small town."

At six o'clock in the morning, the driver drove Wang Jincheng's Cayenne back to his luxury apartment rented off-campus.

Wang Jincheng had sex in the club all night and drank a lot of alcohol, but maybe because of his good mood, he was still a little sober.

Of course, my tongue is already big and my mood is also very high, so I will give the driver a guide.

I have never seen a drunk driver. I laughed for no reason, cried for no reason, vomited and got off the car, and cursed and thought I was Ultraman's. Wang Jincheng was really not enough to see this.

He drove the car to the ground parking space in the apartment, returned the car keys to the customer, and successfully retired.

Wang Jincheng stared at the back of the dean who was walking away in a fascination. He remembered that the man on the road looked like a mute and couldn't even talk. He suddenly became unhappy and muttered and cursed: "Idiot!"

The delegate driver had already gone far away and could not hear it at all.

However, Wang Jincheng's cell phone rang as soon as he finished speaking.

In the early morning, the apartment community was home from night, and the ones who were traveling day had not come out, and it was very quiet.

The loud ring ring of the mobile phone ring suddenly sounded, which scared Wang Jincheng.

Without even looking, he pressed to answer the call, with a bad tone: "Who the hell?"

"...small town." Jiang Tianwen was sprayed with a look of pain for no reason, and his old heart was a little tired.

Wang Jincheng still had a little respect for Jiang Tianwen. He shook his head, put away the 46th, and shouted: "Uncle Jiang..."

However, my tongue couldn't be straightened, and it sounded like "Jiang Gu".

Jiang Tianwen: "Have you drunk?"

"No," Wang Jincheng walked towards his apartment building in one step, "I just came back from morning exercise..."

My mouth is gone.

Jiang Tianwen rubbed his forehead with a headache: "You haven't forgotten the transfer today, right?"

"How can I forget it?" Wang Jincheng was excited when he mentioned this, "I can't wait until nine o'clock in the morning!"

"Take a shower and be sober," Jiang Tianwen said, "I'll send someone to the apartment to pick you up later..."

Before he could finish his words, Wang Jincheng suddenly felt something was different behind him.

Wild intuition drove him to turn around, and before he could see anything clearly, he was beaten away with a punch.

Wang Jincheng fell heavily to the ground, and was stunned, his face hurt so much that it was so painful.

The phone that was out of hand fell to the ground two meters away, and the screen shattered.

As night and day alternate, Wang Ye stood in the dark morning light, his eyes lit up like the Shura Yasha from hell.

Wang Jincheng struggled to get up.

Wang Ye took a step forward, grabbed the collar and lifted him up directly, and mentioned that he was facing each other.

"Did I give you a face?" Wang Ye asked this question almost gritted his teeth.

Wang Jincheng woke up for half of his drinking, but at this time he was no longer afraid. He let Wang Ye grab it, and his eyes and eyebrows were all proud: "Why are you so angry? I didn't do anything, oh yes-" He deliberately dragged the tail tone, "I bought your classmate's apartment, what's the name? Lin Wu, right? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's so pitiful. I didn't have time to take away the things in the room. I asked his dad to find a rag to clean it up quickly. His idiot dad is really obedient..."

Wang Ye has never been so angry.

He knocked Wang Jincheng down with another punch, and he rushed over and beat him up. No longer avoiding the vital points like before, and keeping his back, he almost used Wang Jincheng as a sandbag and poured out his anger with all his strength.

But this anger did not come from Wang Jincheng.

It comes from the self who is powerless to watch everything happen.

Wang Jincheng also saw through this, so even though he was beaten miserably, he changed his previous timid appearance and refused to give in with alcohol.

"What the hell do you do except beat people up! You're just a waste-"

"Why don't you ask me not to buy that dilapidated house? Hahaha, you know that it's useless to kneel down and beg, right--"

"If you have the ability, you will beat me to death. If you can't beat me to death, I will shit and pee on your head for the rest of my life—"

"You—ah—"

Wang Ye punched his two teeth, causing his entire chin to dislocate.

Without Wang Jincheng's howling, the world suddenly became quiet.

Wang Ye rode on Wang Jincheng and continued to beat him up.

There was only the dull sound of fists hitting the body in the world.

one time.

Two strokes.

Three times...

"Wang Ye!" In the distance, Jiang Tianwen's anxious shout came from behind.

But it was not Jiang Tianwen who really stopped Wang Ye, but the young and powerful assistants he brought, who directly dragged Wang Ye away from Wang Jincheng.

Wang Ye struggled, and the few people twisted his arm hard and were like hijacking the prisoner.

Wang Jincheng was lying on the ground, his face full of blood, and he couldn't even hum.

Jiang Tianwen had experienced so many storms, but still turned pale. He called an ambulance with his mobile phone as soon as possible. When he reported the address, his always calm and vicissitudes of voice trembled slightly.

Wang Jincheng was sent to the hospital.

Wang Ye was taken home.

Both of his parents were there, and his mother Tian Rui slapped Wang Ye when she came up, exerting all her strength, and her nails left blood-colored scratches on Wang Ye's face.

"That's your brother--" Her sharp voice was filled with a crying voice.

Wang Ye looked at his mother indifferently: "He is not my brother, and I am not his brother."

"Bang!" Another slap, Tian Rui was so angry that she was shaking all over.

Wang Haici helped his wife to sit down, turned around, and slapped Wang Ye with the third slap.
To be continued...