When the hotel came out, Sister Zhou said goodbye first and went home. Wang Youjie saw that it was still early, so he suggested going to the nearby Jing'an Park. Bu Li agreed.

Along the way, there were dense and tall sycamore trees blocking most of the lights.

The two walked forward hand in hand. Buli thought for a while and asked, "I feel a little depressed tonight?"

"It's all like this, how can I not be depressed?" Wang Youjie smiled weakly and said, "It's simply a shame for me to not succeed in my mission. So to be honest, it's impossible to feel uncomfortable!"

"You deserve such a big sigh of emotion just by just this little difficulty?" Buli smiled.

The king has no sound.

"Where is your passion? Where is your spirit?" Bu Li smiled and turned to Wang Youjie and said, "Someone said on WeChat a few days ago that he would die for me-----,"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Youjie laughed at himself.

Bu Li looked at Wang Youjie with some strange eyes.

Wang Youjie didn't speak, but just smiled and looked at the Buli.

Bu Li suddenly remembered a joke that Wang Youjie once said. He said, there is actually another sentence after this sentence, saying that as long as it doesn’t rain on Sunday, I will definitely come to see you.

"You----," Bu Li pointed at Wang Youjie with his finger.

In the end, both of them couldn't help laughing out loud.

There was an empty Coke bottle on the sidewalk. Wang Youjie looked at it and saw that there was a trash can not far away.

After thinking about it, Wang Youjie started and stepped up, and the drink can "swhoo--" left the ground.

It’s just a pity that it finally hit the outside of the trash can with a "bang", but it didn’t shoot directly in.

However, Wang Youjie felt much better with this force.

He clapped his hands, walked over and picked up the beverage can and put it in the trash can. After he put it in, he lowered his head and bent down to Buli from behind and smiled.

Bu Li looked at Wang Youjie and couldn't help but smile: He is so old, how can he do such a low-level thing? He is in his thirties, but he still doesn't seem to have grown up.

Following a few steps, Bu Li took Wang Youjie's arm and smiled and said, "Don't you know it's embarrassing?"

Wang Youjie smiled and said, "You mean I didn't get the kick in place just now?"

Bu Li twisted Wang Youjie's arm hard.

Haha, Wang Youjie said, "I am not in a good mood these days, so I'll make you laugh."

In fact, Wang Youjie himself knew that what he faced next was not only the old lady of the Buli family, but also the important "hidden danger" that could not be avoided by the house.

This is a more realistic problem than an old lady.

Because no matter how Wang Youjie thinks or plans, the house in Shanghai seems to be far from his imagination. He feels that it is not only too high and unattainable, but it is simply an impossible existence.

If you can still overcome other things by yourself, then housing prices are like a gap between you and the Buli.

"The key is that this is just the beginning. I wonder how many tough battles there will be to fight later?" Wang Youjie sighed.

Bu Li held Wang Youjie and the two walked slowly without making a sound.

Before I knew it, I arrived at Jing'an Temple.

The temple at night becomes particularly quiet under the colorful lights. After watching it for a long time, it seems that it is surrounded by a sacred power instantly, making people look particularly more upright from a distance.

There are many pedestrians on the street and colorful streets.

Next to Paramount, the neon lights are still there.

The nearby tall buildings rose one by one, and the light was filled with brilliance. The traffic on the Yan'an Road elevated road not far away was endless.

Looking around, the solemn temples, graceful dance halls, modern department stores, Yushu tall buildings and other new and old architectural forms with different styles highlight everything here with unique styles under the reflection of night and neon lights.

Wang Youjie stood there blankly, looking at the scene in front of him for a long time.

Buli Lalala Wang whispered, "What are you thinking? Why don't you go forward?"

Wang Youjie smiled and said, "I will tell you another allusion, do you want to listen to it?"

The rituals of the rituals are also established.

In the third year of Zhenyuan, the sixteen-year-old Bai Juyi came to Chang'an, Kyoto from Jiangnan for the first time and took his own poem to visit the famous scholar Gu Kuang. When Gu Kuang saw the name of "Bai Juyi" on the poem, he joked: "The rice in Chang'an is expensive, and it is not easy to live!" However, when he read the poem and read the sentence "The grass on the Liliyuan is withered and flourishing every year. The wildfire cannot be burned, and the spring breeze will grow again", he immediately cheered and said: "Good poetry! Such literary talent, what's the difficulty of living! I was just a joke just now!" Later, Gu Kuang often talked about Bai Juyi's poetry talent to others and praised it. In this way, Bai Juyi's reputation gradually spread.

Bu Li looked at Wang Youjie, wondering what he wanted to express?

"House has never been easy!"

Wang Youjie sighed heavily and continued: "Some families are happy and some are sad. Especially for those of us who have nothing to rely on, the current demon city is even more so."

Buli bowed his head without making a sound.

Wang Youjie looked down at Bu Li, thought for a while, and said, "Also, with my current situation, you are better. You never ask me how to buy a house or whether I can afford it. Then do you---, don't you know, or----?"

Buli doesn't speak.

Wang Youjie stared at Buli and remained motionless.

"Of course I'm stupid." Bu Li smiled at this time and said, "But, as the saying goes, marry a chicken and a dog and a dog. Such a big thing, isn't it always something you men should consider? We little girls just need to keep the family in the future?"

The king's tribute is no longer heard.

After standing there for a while, the two of them continued to move forward.

Bu Li asked again: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the National Day is coming soon. Do you have any arrangements for the holiday?"

Wang Youjie stretched out his arms and bent over.
Chapter completed!