House Management Chapter 71: The feeling of childhood

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Seeing that Zhang Yu is so self-confident, Yang Ying has no doubts, because this man is her backbone, she is 34?? This man will never lie to her.

So, Yang Ying nodded and said, "Sure, then I will borrow money tomorrow. I can take out 500,000 yuan in my hand now, and another 300,000 yuan is enough."

"What are you borrowing 300,000 yuan? Anyway, there is no interest in the first month, so I just borrow 800,000 yuan." Zhang Yu said.

"Borrow so much?" Yang Ying said worriedly: "I borrow so much at a time, what if there is a mistake?"

"Our intermediary is not worried about the buyer, but there is a shortage of good houses. Didn't there still be customers who left a phone call today, and if they have a good house, contact him immediately. I think these two houses are good, three or two days They should be able to sell it within. And... don't they want us to borrow more money, so let's borrow more, so that they will be satisfied." At the end, Zhang Yu smiled mischievously.

Now, Yang Ying also understood Zhang Yu's thoughts. She raised her hand with a smile and twisted Zhang Yu's face. This action was often done when she was a child, and the target was Zhang Yu. She pouted and said, "You little villain, you are like before, so naughty."

So, Yang Ying was very satisfied with Zhang Yu's idea. Let's borrow some more money, pay you back in a few days, sell the house at a high price, and make a lot of money, so that you lose your wife and lose your army.

When the two of them returned to the agency, they were almost off work. There was nothing else to do today, and the door was closed before five o'clock. Yang Ying and Zhang Yu went to the market to buy vegetables. After returning to the community, Yang Ying suddenly stood downstairs and stopped walking.

Zhang Yu looked at Yang Ying and said, "Auntie, why don't you go upstairs."

Yang Ying curled her mouth and said: "Today I am just walking, and I am exhausted. You can't feel sorry for the little auntie, please carry me up..."

It's been a long time since Zhang Yu carried her upstairs, and she really missed this feeling a bit. Today she walked a lot. She was wearing high heels, and now she felt her feet were sore and tired, so she simply said so.

"Yes!" Zhang Yu agreed, and people had come to her and squatted down.

Yang Ying rode on his back beautifully, and Zhang Yu carried her upstairs. She carried the vegetables in one hand and Zhang Yu's neck in the other, enjoying the feeling. At this moment, she unconsciously thought of when she was a salesman in an intermediary.

At that time, I had to take customers to see the house every day, and the customers might not even buy it. At that time, she was bullied by a colleague of the intermediary, who called her a foreigner, and gave her some bad houses. Some houses are on the eighth floor, and there is no elevator yet. It is bad luck to catch up with it. Several people come to see this kind of house one day, and her feet are worn out.

How much she hopes that someone can carry her back, maybe many men are willing to carry her, but she doesn't let men carry her casually. Let Zhang Yubei feel so comfortable, as if returning to her childhood all at once, letting her find that carefree time.

When he entered the house, Zhang Yu was about to put her down, but in the end he patted him and said: "Ride a horse, ride a horse, and carry me in."

Zhang Yu stuck out his tongue, and didn't know why Yang Ying was so interested today, so he carried her into the bedroom and put her directly on the bed.

Yang Ying kicked the high heels on her feet, threw them to the ground, and said in a coquettish tone: "My feet hurt, my feet hurt... Rub me..."

Looking at the way Yang Ying acted like a baby, Zhang Yu couldn't help but think of his childhood. Don't think the little aunt was older than him, but often acted like a baby. Sometimes he bullied him. If Zhang Yu dared not to agree, he would act coquettishly or even cry. This made Zhang Yu very helpless and promised many unequal treaties.

Zhang Yu sat on the edge of the bed, picked up Yang Ying's feet, and began to massage gently. Yang Ying didn't lie down either, supporting her with her hands, just admiring Zhang Yu's winter. She is now wearing gauze trousers and is not worried about walking by, but for her, it doesn't matter even if she is gone, there are actually very few places on her body that Zhang Yu has not seen.

Yang Ying didn't wash her feet when she came back. She has walked a lot today, and her feet will inevitably be sweaty. But there was no smell on her feet, even a refreshing smell of sweat.

"Little Auntie's feet are the same as before. They smell so good if they don't wash them." Zhang Yu said casually.

When Yang Ying heard this, her cheeks were red, and she pouted and said, "I hate it."

"What I said is true..." Zhang Yu said with his head down and his mouth flat.

Seeing Zhang Yu's appearance, Yang Ying's heart was filled with joy. That woman didn't like listening to men's compliments, especially this man she liked better.

"Really don't say it! Especially don't go out and tell, let alone tell the family!" Yang Ying said with a straight face on purpose.

"I know." Zhang Yu nodded.

"This is good. When the little aunt's feet are comfortable, I will give you some good food, comfort and comfort." Yang Ying raised her pretty face and said triumphantly.

"It's really good...Look at the food you bought today, why are I good at it..." Zhang Yu hissed.

"Cut!" Yang Ying lifted her right foot and gave a false kick, because Zhang Yu was not worried, so she didn't hide. This foot happened to be lightly under his chin. Yang Ying also knows that it is not important, and deliberately said: "Look at me, since you said that, you should do it tonight."

Zhang Yu stuck out his tongue and said, "I knew I wouldn't talk too much."

Looking at Zhang Yu's expression, Yang Ying couldn't help but smile.

She has a sweet heart, and this scene is the same as when she was a child. Seeing Zhang Yu continuing to pinch her feet, Yang Ying suddenly thought, "It feels so good now, why do I only care about men and women? It’s not the same thing between men and women... Why can’t I be with Zhang Yu like I did when I was a kid... That was my little nephew and my little brother. The days were so interesting... Yes, I don’t think about that anymore, just treat him as the one before. Little nephew, little brother, I’m the same little girl I used to...What kind of sex, let him go away..."

Thinking of this, Yang Ying feels more cheerful. She thinks that she has solved the biggest problem in her mind now.

From now on, I don’t have to flinch, as long as I have a clear conscience and don’t do anything outrageous, in this small home, this is the paradise for her and Zhang Yu’s childhood.

She lay down slowly, her body and mind became more relaxed, and the comfort on her feet quickly spread throughout her body.

"Um..."

Suddenly, she couldn't help but groan softly, she was so comfortable that she couldn't control it. Her voice was so beautiful that Zhang Yu turned her head subconsciously. Yang Ying had a hot face, raised her leg and kicked gently on Zhang Yu's arm, pouting: "Look, I'm hungry, hurry up. I'm cooking."

Zhang Yu stuck his tongue out and stood up, flat his mouth and said: "Little aunt is bullying again."

"I just bullied you." Yang Ying gave another kick directly on the ass.

Zhang Yu hurriedly escaped from the room. Looking at Zhang Yu's back, Yang Ying couldn't help laughing. The feeling of childhood was so good, it made her relax a lot, and she never had that kind of pressure again.