C3 Landlord Baobao Auntie

At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Fan Shuang dragged her tired body up to the corridor she rented and sighed. She lived on the sixth floor and had never felt that climbing the stairs was a difficult task, but today, she was exceptionally tired.

He didn't know whether it was because he had been staying up all night recently or because of the hidden dangers he had accumulated in the past, but he rarely went out. Other than visiting the market every morning to prepare all the vegetables and salt sauce for his day, he basically didn't go out at all, preferring to lock himself up in his room and 'train in seclusion' instead. Otherwise, he would have to go to his publishing house every month to collect his hard work.

Fan Shuang rarely missed work. In fact, he had even completed his daily work in advance. He did not know what had happened to him recently. Originally, he had submitted the script on the 20th of the month, but he had been delayed for 48 hours. He had been scolded and scolded by the editor, and his salary had almost been deducted this month. Even now, he was feeling upset and frustrated.

When he arrived at the door of his own room, his fat figure and a crafty smile, Mrs. Bao, was waiting for him in front of his door with a "waiting" expression.

Fan Shuang was in a terrible mood. Everything went awry, and she was still cursing at the editor, feeling the lingering fear in her heart. When she saw Auntie Bao, she had a bad premonition, "This woman really has perseverance. She chased me all the way to the door. It looks like it's not a good thing!"

Grandma Bao giggled with concern. "Little Fan, you're back so late?" Have you eaten? "

Fan Shuang was extremely depressed in her heart. Not only did she not eat, she even felt like choking from drinking water. But who asked her to "live under someone else's roof"? Ye Zichen replied with a faint smile, "No, Auntie Bao, you have urgent business with me?"

"Little Fan is indeed worthy of being a cultured person. Auntie Bao never comes to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason. What do you think about the things I discussed with you in the afternoon?" Mrs. Bao's expression was unsettled, which made Fan Shuang feel that this was what it meant by "The weasel pays his respects to the chicken: pure uneasiness and good intentions."

Fan Shuang did not like to beat around the bush. He spoke in a straightforward manner, so he had the word "fun" in his name. People were like his name, straightforward and straightforward. This was his style and principle of doing things. She straightforwardly asked, "Auntie Bao, don't make fun of me like that. If you have something to say, just say it."

A "rich woman" like her who rented a house had no choice but to say "countless people have seen" and "experienced hundreds of battles". She simply didn't take herself to be an outsider at all. "Do you want to just stand here and say it?" Aren't you going to invite me in? "Auntie Bao really wants to taste your cooking skills. You buy vegetables every day and never eat them outside. Of course, the food must be very delicious."

Fan Shuang felt a headache coming on for her straightforwardness. She was already straightforward enough, yet she did not treat him as an outsider. She refused him, showing herself aloof, unenthusiastic, and sarcastic; she agreed, because she was in a bad mood today and did not have the mood to eat. After thinking it over, she could only agree. Standing outside the door, she was afraid that her 'neighbors' in the same building might misunderstand her. "Come in and take a seat. I was busy the whole night and the room is very messy. I hope you can forgive me." Saying that, he walked to the door, took out the key, opened the anti-theft door, and let her in.

After hearing that her husband had died early, and that she was still attending university with a daughter, her life was not easy either. This six-storey building was claimed by the government as compensation for her loss, but the rest was unknown, and Fan Shuang did not pay attention.

As soon as Grandma Bao entered the room, she smelled a strong scent of smoke and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh wow, Little Fan, how many cigarettes do you smoke a day?" The room also does not open the windows to let in air, and the light is very dim, which is not good for the body. " While he was lecturing, he was wandering around the room, looking in every direction, like a warden in charge of a prisoner's house.

Fan Shuang entered with his left ear and exited with his right ear, not minding at all. He went into his "study room" and put down his backpack, then went out into the living room to pour a glass of water for Auntie Bao. At that moment, Grandma Bao came out of the bathroom after "checking". He didn't know if he was talking about beating the mountains and shaking the tigers, or scolding the locusts. Anyway, hearing it wasn't very comfortable.

Fan Shuang handed her a cup of water. Her eyes were still scanning the corner of the room, not paying any attention to Fan Shuang's feelings. She did not need to touch the windowsill, or bend down to see if there was any trash on the floor. "This made Fan Shuang feel that she was no different from a demanding charterer. There was no more privacy left for him." Don't worry about this, the lease agreement clearly states that you must maintain the original state and must not damage or discard the original price. Otherwise, the original price will be paid and besides your personal belongings, you will have to pay an additional wear and tear fee for everything you use from a woman. I still have my principles. "

He followed closely behind, as if he was treading on thin ice, trembling in fear.

When she reached her "study," she sniffed suddenly, and almost started coughing, waving her right hand nonstop to expel the leftover smoke. Looking at the contents, she described it as a mess, unbearable to look at, and said to Fan Shuang with a tight frown, "For this, I will say a few more words, like affecting the air, also increasing the money. You are good in everything, but you are too used to smoking, smoking, not opening the door, not opening the window, not breathing, not breathing, almost suffocating me."

Fan Shuang smiled apologetically with a bitter face. "I'm sorry, I was too busy last night. I slept all night and overslept today. I don't have time to clean up, so I won't next time."

"Next time, Auntie Bao won't come here even once a month. Sometimes she won't come here even in March or May, and you've been with me for two years already, right? "You haven't changed your bad habit at all, and …" At that moment, he was like the water of the Yellow River, unceasing and unstoppable. Fan Shuang was submissive and did not dare to refute.

Perhaps it was because she couldn't stand the smell of smoke in the room, or because she was in a rush, she didn't go in, but walked to the small living room sofa. There were thirty-five square meters here, plus the other bedroom, toilet, kitchen, it was an affordable 70-square-meter room, located in the suburbs of Huabu. But to Fan Shuang, this was already very satisfying.

Grandma Bao sat on the sofa and took a sip of water. From the moment she entered the restaurant until now, Fan Shuang had been wondering, "Aren't you tired?" Now that he finally saw her calm down, he felt inexplicably gratified in his heart, but he still did not dare to relax. Perhaps it was because he was already used to being lectured by others and listening carefully was also a form of self-restraint.