Chapter 150 This house has nothing to do with you now, uncle? When Zhang Jiefang stood in front of her house, the candy in her mouth had just melted, leaving only a bit of the sweet and sour taste of mango. She had searched back and forth on herself several times, but she couldn't find the key to the security door. Zhang Jiefang guessed that she was in a hurry when packing her things and left them at Zhu Qiwu's place. But now that the two of them had completely broken up, they couldn't go back to get it. Zhang Jiefang was so angry that she punched her thigh several times and had to raise her hand to knock on the door. "...Who is it? It's in the middle of the night. I'm going to hit your mother. Wait for me!" Zhang Jiefang knocked on the door for a long time before Tang Yaocan's drunken and vague yelling came from the door. When he stood up, he probably didn't stand firm and knocked over several wine bottles at his feet. With a clanking sound, Tang Yaocan cursed a few words indistinctly before pulling on his slippers and heading towards the door. While walking. Tang Yaocan had obviously drunk a lot, and his footsteps were very messy. Even the simple action of opening the door took a long time. "...Ouch, who is this? Am I not blind?" As soon as Tang Yaocan opened the door and saw Zhang Jiefang, his originally irritable and impatient expression immediately turned into a mean and sarcastic expression. He raised his hand in a pretentious manner and rubbed his bloodshot eyeballs several times with the heel of his palm, "What a rare visitor." ah!"
Zhang Jiefang lowered her head and dug at the strap of her backpack again and again. She didn't want to tangle with Tang Yaocan anymore, so she raised her feet and wanted to walk into the house. But Tang Yaocan, who had drunk too much, was the most difficult to deal with. He spread his legs and opened his hands, like a big-bellied spider, holding the door tightly to prevent Zhang Jiefang from entering. "Don't worry, let's talk about it. Why do you have time to find me, your ex-husband, this late at night? Tsk, this... is not good, right? Aren't you already remarried? You want to marry an old man, get a big house, and live a good life. It’s been a good day, right? Oops, can’t it be...that someone has deceived me again?” Tang Yaocan was used to hurting Zhang Jiefang in weird ways, but Zhang Jiefang really didn't have the energy to fight with Tang Yaocan. The heart in her chest was beating faster and faster as if she was short of oxygen, causing her ribs to hurt and her ears to ring. She is afraid. Zhang Jiefang was extremely frightened when she thought that Tang Yaocan would cling to this excuse every day from now on and ridicule and humiliate her endlessly. Zhang Jiefang just wants to go back to her room, cover herself under the quilt, and have a peaceful sleep. She made up her mind, then shrugged her shoulders, punched Tang Yaocan in the ribs, and knocked open the man blocking the door. "Fuck!" Tang Yaocan stepped back several steps unsteadily and stepped on the slippers on his feet. He suddenly went crazy and yelled and cursed at Zhang Jiefang. "Zhang Jiefang, you are so arrogant here with me, why are you ruined as soon as you go out? You are a fucking dog, or a fucking mangy dog, you only care about food and not fights! Even a retired bad old man, you I can’t even control it, haha, this time it’s embarrassing again... ah!” An empty beer bottle hit Tang Yaocan on the head. He screamed miserably and finally became quiet. Zhang Jiefang's eyes slowly moved from Tang Yaocan's bleeding head to her hand. She was still holding the half of the beer bottle in her hand. The sharp glass stubble looked sharper than a knife under the light. "I'm not in a good mood, so just say a few words less." Zhang Jiefang was still discussing with Tang Yaocan in a friendly manner. She really didn't want to hurt Tang Yaocan, she was completely confused by his scolding, and she just wanted him to be quiet for a while. "Hurry and go to the clinic downstairs to bandage it. Remember to clean it up when you come back, do you hear me?" Tang Yaocan covered his bleeding head and looked at Zhang Jiefang with straight eyes, as if he had been knocked unconscious. The contempt, ridicule and contempt in his eyes quickly dissipated, and deep fear slowly poured out and spread inside. Seeing that he remained silent, Zhang Jiefang let out a sigh of exhaustion, thinking that she would do it by herself. But as soon as she threw the half of the wine bottle to the ground, Tang Yaocan was like a wind-up iron frog. He jumped up and down, "Listen... I heard it, I... I'm going, I'm going!" From then on, Tang Yaocan was extremely honest in front of Zhang Jiefang, and truly lived a life with his tail between his legs. Even when Tang Jiwen ran away from home on his birthday, he didn't say a word after he found out.
Zhang Jiefang just thought it was ridiculous. If she had known that Tang Yaocan could be "trained" with just a beer bottle, what on earth was she doing all those years ago? But it doesn't matter now. Zhang Jiefang has made up her mind to leave this city and stay in a place where no one knows her. "Sister Jiefang, do you really want to leave? I...I can't let you go, is it because...because of Zhu Qiwu?" Before leaving, Zhang Jiefang invited Li Yuanyuan to have a meal. Li Yuanyuan always felt that it was the "bad words" she said to Zhang Jiefang about Zhu Qiwu that ruined their relationship and broke Zhang Jiefang's heart. She was extremely ashamed and embarrassed. "No, it's because we are not suitable. Speaking of which, I have to thank you and your Wang Jian." "Then you're so good, why are you leaving? Does Sister Xiaoping know? She definitely doesn't know... By the way, didn't you guys work together to help the elderly bathe? And Jiang He, I remember his name...' Jieping helps with the bath, right? Ouch, Jiang He is doing so well now, I saw someone interviewing Jiang He on TV the other day, why don't you continue doing this?" "...After working for so many years, I am tired and I want to take a break." Zhang Jiefang said with a forced smile. Zhang Jiefang plans to go to Dali. She saw on the Internet that many young people are in a bad mood or depressed. They go to Dali to see the flowers, grass, and water. She feels comfortable within a few months. She also wants to try it. try. But before leaving, she had to settle the house matter first. Fortunately, the end of the month was coming soon. "Hello, Sister Zhang, long time no see. Do you still remember me?" Peng Yinghe from Yahe Credit, the person who made the debt collection calls to Tang Jiwen and Jiang Xiaoping, showed up at her doorstep early in the morning with a smile on his face. He saluted Zhang Jiefang, and the strong man behind him, who was at least 30 centimeters shorter than him, also nodded. One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, the two of them looked like they had stepped out of a cartoon. They were very funny to watch, but Zhang Jiefang couldn't laugh at all. "...I have no money." Zhang Jiefang said. She actually still had money in her pocket, and Zhu Qiwu finally "bought" his old mobile phone for 8 yuan. But the problem is that this little money is just a drop in the bucket and will not help the big hole in front of her. Zhang Jiefang doesn't want to carry it to her death. She is really tired. If the house is gone, it will be gone. Anyway, her son is already " Gone. "This house is yours." "Look, let me tell you, our Sister Zhang does things happily and authentically. Sister Zhang, don't worry, when the procedures are completed, the extra money will be yours, and we won't ask for any more." Peng Yinghe snapped his fingers as he spoke. The short and stocky man immediately took out the documents and signature pen from the dark brown briefcase. Peng Yinghe was about to hand them to Zhang Jiefang, but was stopped by Tang Yaocan. "Hey, wait a minute!" Tang Yaocan, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, suddenly burst out of his room and was so panicked that he even threw off one of his slippers. "Zhang Jiefang, you damn...ahem!" Tang Yaocan hurriedly cleared his throat twice to cover up the curse. It is really not that easy to change the habit of many years. He guiltily touched the new scar on his head where two stitches had been stitched, calmed himself down, and then continued, "This house doesn't belong to you alone. How can you just give it to me? Young man, I'll tell you Say, this house, it’s half mine!” "Oh? But I remember that there is only Sister Zhang's name on the real estate certificate." Peng Yinghe's eyes fell on Tang Yaocan, with a confused expression and obvious disbelief. "...Just wait, I have evidence... Zhang Jiefang, don't sign it yet, it's useless if you sign it alone!" As Tang Yaocan spoke, he ran back to his room, pulled out the divorce property agreement signed by him and Zhang Jiefang from under the mattress, shook his wrists and shoved it in front of Peng Yinghe. "Take a good look at it. It's clearly written in black and white on this piece of paper. I own half of the house! If you insist on taking it away... it's not impossible. You have to give me my share of the money first, otherwise... hehe, anyway, I There’s nothing serious to do every day, and there’s nowhere else to go, so I’ll just stay here!” Tang Yaocan hugged his legs and threatened secretly.
"...Okay, how much do you want?" Peng Yinghe asked good-naturedly while carefully reading the agreement. Tang Yaocan tilted his eyes, which were swollen from sleep, and looked Peng Yinghe up and down. He was wearing a white shirt and baseball uniform, his face was dry and quiet, and he spoke politely. He estimated that this man was a few years older than Tang Jiwen and must have little experience, so he decided to try the method of "convincing people with reason" first. If it doesn't work, it's definitely too late to scare him again. "Don't worry, I'm not that messy person, and I will never ask for more from you." As Tang Yaocan spoke, he opened the second-hand house APP, looked up the latest transaction price of second-hand houses in the same community, bared his big yellow teeth, and approached Peng Yinghe. "Look, this house has the same apartment type as mine, but it's on the top floor, and it's badly decorated... Just this, it sold for 213 million last month, the lowest price in our entire community. Mine is on the fourth floor. , the best floor, look at the decoration, and the furniture is all new, from a big brand, SUM, have you heard of it? The leather sofa alone costs tens of thousands! It’s... 4 million. I want 230 million from you. It’s not too much, right?” "It's really not much, it's a fair price." Peng Yinghe nodded in agreement, and Tang Yaocan immediately laughed after hearing this. But before his smile could jump from the corner of his mouth to the tip of his eyebrows, the man behind Peng Yinghe suddenly rushed over and punched Tang Yaocan directly in the stomach twice. Tang Yaocan immediately turned into a soft-footed shrimp. He knelt on the ground with a thud, convulsed, and vomited out all last night's midnight snack and beer. The whole process took only two seconds, and Zhang Jiefang didn't react. "...Tsk, why are you so disgusting again?" Peng Yinghe covered his mouth and nose in disgust, looked at Tang Yaocan who was hunched over at his feet and moaning in pain, and complained angrily, "Didn't I agree to use less force when you do it? Do you have any memory?" Return it!” "Brother Peng, I really can't hold myself back! This guy can't resist being beaten, what can I do?" the short, stocky man said with an innocent look. "Okay, get them up quickly." Peng Yinghe ordered impatiently, and the blindness that he had been trying so hard to conceal finally emerged uncontrollably. "...You...what are you doing? Don't mess around. If you mess around, I...I'll call the police!" Zhang Jiefang watched nervously as the stocky man pulled Tang Yaocan, who was covered in cold sweat, from the ground like he was carrying a bag of garbage. Although she and Tang Yaocan have nothing to do with each other now, they have been husband and wife for decades after all. "One day is a day for a husband and a hundred days of kindness." She can't just watch Peng Yinghe being tortured like this by an outsider. "Don't worry, Sister Zhang, we won't mess around. I'll just say two more words to him...three at most, okay?" Peng Yinghe smiled and pointed three fingers at Zhang Jiefang, but as soon as he turned his face, he actually tore up the property agreement in his hand, which scared Zhang Jiefang and almost screamed. The stocky man had already pinched Tang Yaocan's chin and opened his mouth. Peng Yinghe then crumpled the torn property agreement into a ball and stuffed it into Tang Yaocan's mouth. "Uncle, you have to swallow it all, otherwise, I have to stuff it in for you from below." Tang Yaocan almost scared the two of them to the point of peeing, with tears and snot dripping down his face. He nodded, chewed up and swallowed the entire agreement honestly, and then deliberately opened his mouth wide to let the two of them urinate. Peng Yinghe checked. "So good!" Peng Yinghe patted Tang Yaocan's cheek twice with satisfaction. His expression and tone were no different from teasing a stray dog on the roadside. "This house has nothing to do with you now, uncle? I am easy to talk to. I will give you one day. Tomorrow at 12 noon, I will come to take over the house. By then, not only you, but also this thing about you..." Peng Yinghe sniffed his fingers in disgust, "If this stinking putty smell still stays in this house, I guarantee you will regret being born in this world. Do you believe it?" As soon as the two people left, Tang Yaocan rushed into the bathroom on a crawl, locked himself in and washed himself for more than an hour, and then began to clean his room frantically, without even taking a bite of food. When Zhang Jiefang was sleeping at night, she could still hear Tang Yaocan cursing quietly while packing his things.
When she woke up the next day, Tang Yaocan and everything in his room had disappeared. If it weren't for the indelible black footprints on the white wall, Zhang Jiefang even felt that there was nothing in that room. No one has ever lived in it.