Rebirth of the Little Military Wife

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Song Lingling couldn't help crying: "Why are you?"

Share with him, her box is not very insecure?

Thinking of the box, Song Lingling suddenly remembered that the box and ashes were still in the hotel!

Gu Jiajia booked a hotel for her for two nights. Tonight, she couldn't stay and felt that Gu Jiajia wasted a lot of money.

Song Lingling murmured as she went back to the kitchen: "Forget it, I asked the landlord to check out."

"Did you sign the contract when you rented?"

Yijun followed and saw her putting the noodles back in the refrigerator. He said, "Cook, I haven't eaten yet."

Thinking of the contract, Song Lingling was discouraged.

She stood in front of the refrigerator, her eyes a little trance, and if she checked out, she would be liable for damages.

Where does she need so much money?

Song Lingling shut the refrigerator door weakly and sighed deeply.

Yijun looked at her profile, and her profile was filled with sorrows. He asked: "Is the reason you checked out not suitable for sharing with boys?"

Song Lingling turned her head and looked at Yijun in a complicated way: "I'm afraid you steal my box."

Yijun raised his eyebrows: "The man's big husband will never do anything about stealing chickens and dogs."

His expression is sincere.

"Have you signed a rental contract?" Song Lingling asked.

"Signed, if you break the contract, you have to pay ten times the money."

"How long have you lived here?"

"I signed up to share a house for three years, college entrance examination."

Song Lingling grimaced: "Why did you sign for so long?"

"Cook noodles, I'm hungry." Yijun's tone seemed to be a familiar friend with Song Lingling for several years.

"No cooking, I'm going back to the hotel to get things."

"Which hotel?" Yi Jun asked knowingly.

"Happiness Hotel."

"A bit far away."

"My things are there ..."

Speaking of which, Song Lingling suddenly remembered that the house was full of Gu Jiajia posters and DVDs.

She changed her sorrow and looked at Yijun with shiny eyes: "Sister Jiajia is your idol?"

Yijun looked at her: "Sister Jiajia?"

"I see her posters everywhere, and there are a lot of her discs, do you like her very much?"

Yijun nodded: "Well, I like it very much!"

"Have you seen her herself?" When talking about the idol, Song Lingling forgot, and she was also hungry.

"Why do you ask?" Yijun turned to the living room.

Song Lingling followed him with excitement and said: "I saw her last night, she is even better than on TV! She is very nice, the Happiness Hotel is the one she helped me open, and she left the phone number Jing Yijun, if you see her, you must like her more! Mama, she is really beautiful! Too warm! There is no star shelf at all, and it is well maintained, the skin is even better than me soft!"

Yijun came to the water dispenser to receive water. After listening to Song Lingling's words, she looked back at her with a smile: "Which room do you live in?"

"Ah?" This topic ... went a little further.

"Which room do you live in?"

"The one." Song Lingling pointed to the one where she lived.

"Is there much luggage?"

"not much."

"Don't cook noodles?"

"No cooking, I go to the hotel to get things."

"I go with you."

"No need!" Song Lingling suddenly guarded, he must have a box idea.

"I heard that a group of terrorists have flowed into K city. They like to commit crimes at night or like to use a knife to cut people on the streets and buses. Are you afraid?"

When Song Lingling heard it, she suddenly felt horrified.

So scary?

"If you really meet a terrorist, it won't help you to accompany me."

"I have studied."

Song Lingling looked at him squinting, "What have you learned?"

Yijun glanced at her like an idiot: "Stupid."

"Forget it, I'll get it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow morning class, if you can't go back and check out before twelve o'clock, the hotel will force you to check out. Anything you leave in the room will be handled by the cleaning aunt."

"..."

Yijun has already changed shoes: "Let's go, I just want to go there."

Song Lingling always feels that Yijun is talking about things, and her mind is confused.

She really followed up: "What are you doing over there?"

"eat."

"..." Is it necessary to run so far for dinner?

Song Lingling put on her shoes and followed Yijun out.

While waiting for the elevator, Song Lingling did not forget to remind: "Jing Yijun, you don't have the idea of ​​playing a box. Without it, I might really die."

Yijun leaned his head and looked at Song Lingling deeply: "You can live here with confidence, I won't fight it."

He just wanted to figure out why Song Lingling would die without a box?

Song Lingling was relieved to hear him say that.

Entering the elevator, only two of them.

Song Lingling asked: "Are you going to work part-time without attending classes every Saturday and Sunday?"

"Ok."

"Where are you working? How much is your salary? Can you help me find a copy?" Song Lingling looked at Yijun with a smile, her eyes moving like autumn water.

Yijun raised her eyebrows and stared at her: "Do you want to work? Can you keep up with your studies?"

"How do you usually study, can you teach me?"

"Everyone's learning method is different, even if the method is the same, the digestive ability is also different."

Song Lingling pouted: "If I don't find a job, I can't afford the rent."

"Can't pay, you still rent out?"

"I had applied to the dormitory from the school, but I have rhinitis. There is a female student who is not very hygienic in the dormitory. The stinky socks are pushed in a pile for more than ten days. The whole room is stinky. It has been uncomfortable. I applied to the school for another dormitory, but the school said there was no empty bed. "

"I will help you pay attention to it, find one that makes money easily, and does not delay learning." Yijun looked at her.

Song Lingling smiled happily, and her smiling eyes were like stars: "Then I would like to thank you first. By the way, do you work easily? How much do you earn in a month?"

"... not easy to say." Of course, his work is not easy. As for how much to earn a month, this is not easy to say. Sometimes hundreds of thousands, sometimes one million, alas, the newly established company is difficult to get up front. .

After leaving the community, Song Lingling walked directly towards the bus station.

Yijun stopped her: "Take a taxi."

"How expensive it is to take a taxi. It's three dollars for a bus. The two people add up to six dollars. At least eighty taxis?"

"..." Was he the kind of person who had to spend eighty dollars on his budget?

If he hadn't turned eighteen, would the limited-edition Rolls-Royce at home be so stunned in the garage?

"It's hard to take a bus at this time, and there are many people on weekends."

"squeeze……"

"When I met a terrorist, I was killed, and I was crowded." During the speech, Yijun had stopped a taxi.

Yi Junla drove the door and looked at Song Lingling, who was a few meters away: "I will pay the fare, do you want to sit or not?"

"Sit!" Song Lingling grinded her teeth.

After getting in the car, Song Lingling started to talk to Yijun like an old mother: "Your money is hard to come by, you can save it ..."