Even though they knew that the two little girls liked me, they neither agreed nor refused, and they watched them jealous of themselves?

Yoyo, isn’t this a scumbag’s fuck?

Helpless Pei Ye: "..."

The poor original owner "Xiao Cang" was once again criticized for being killed.

Not sure whether Sister Zhang's health is in her own house or her eldest son's house, she went to her eldest son's house to try her luck according to the principle of proximity.

The two of them were lucky and did not make a waste of time.

"Your son lives here?"

By chance, the neighborhood next to the community is the home of the second-tier retired actor Mi Xiujie.

The average price of the community is 150,000 per square meter.

Sister Zhang, a little paper man, said lightly: "I bought him a full wedding house."

"I thought that in the relationship between you mother and son, you probably paid the down payment..."

The little paper man, Sister Zhang, sighed quietly.

Ask Pei Ye a soul question.

"Do you think—can he afford the mortgage?"

If you don’t eat or drink a year’s salary, you can barely afford a month’s mortgage.

Pei Ye: “…”

The community is strictly managed and strangers are strictly prohibited from entering, but Pei Ye still took Sister Zhang to escape.

Because the property only stops strangers, not two pieces of paper. The owner of this point either works hard in the company or squeezes employees in the company. The security guard on the ground is yawning, and no one looks up to pay attention to two pieces of paper people flying towards the sky along the night wind.

Sister Zhang experienced this fantasy scene for the first time, which scared her to hold Pei Ye’s little paper man’s short legs tightly.

"Sister Zhang, please relax, your legs are almost torn off..."

How heavy can two sheets of paper be?

The night wind blows.

Pei Ye also added oil to Ye Feng, and two pieces of paper floated easily to the balcony on the 38th floor.

The balcony windows were open, and there was a bird cage hanging inside.

The bird cage is filled with a beautiful parrot with a beautiful tail.

The parrot was quite human. He saw two pieces of paper crawling in with hands and feet, flapping his wings and screaming.

"Hell, hell-"

"Hell, hell-"

"Hell, hell-"

The parrot's persistent scream alarmed the male owner, Zhang Aiguo, on the sofa in the living room.

He came over and cursed the parrot that was yelling for no reason.

"What's the name? Then I'll pluck your hair and stew the soup."

The parrot jumped around the shelf for a few times, and even called "Hell, hell."

Pei Ye and Sister Zhang, who were hiding behind the curtains, quietly poked out their round paper heads.

After confirming that it was indeed Sister Zhang’s eldest son.

Zhang Aiguo was upset by the parrot, so he raised his hand and slapped the bird cage, and the parrot finally changed.

"Domestic violence has been domestic violence-"

"The parrot is going to die--"

At this time, a familiar woman's voice came from the restaurant—

This sound is exactly the same as Sister Zhang.

Looking at the sound, isn’t it just “Sister Zhang” wearing an apron?

Sister Zhang, the little paper man, was so angry that she trembled when she saw this attitude.

There is a real ghost who takes over her body and uses her identity???

The little paper man Pei Ye quickly grabbed Sister Zhang.

They moved along the wall little by little to behind the curtains near the dining room.

The parrot who witnessed everything screamed again.

"There are thieves and thieves--"

The "Sister Zhang" brought the fried dishes to the table. When Zhang Aiguo took pictures of the bird cage and vented his anger, he advised him.

"What do you care about with the parrot? It's not noisy for a day or two."

Zhang Aiguo curled his lips and ordered "Sister Zhang" irritably.

"Don't keep these things at home in the future, they are smelly and noisy."

"Sister Zhang" served a good meal, and his calm face was a little helpless.

"Okay, okay, I won't raise it anymore, but this parrot is very spiritual and says it can keep it safe."

Zhang Aiguo rolled his eyes secretly.

"A liar is just a fool who is lying to you with long hair and short knowledge."

The two sat on both sides of the long dining table and prepared to have a meal.

Zhang Aiguo didn't care about "no words" and chewed shredded beef in his mouth while talking.

"You go with me tomorrow to make a will with your lawyer."

"Sister Zhang" paused for a moment in the action of picking up meat.

Make a will???

She changed the subject with a stiff expression: "So quickly? Actually, if you want me to say it, there is no need to make a will. I see that your mother was confused before and was unable to see clearly, so she was deceived by your two sisters and wanted to divide their property. You are her only son, and her surname is..."

Zhang Aiguo raised his eyelids and looked at "Sister Zhang" coldly: "It's true that they all belong to me, but I don't know how much money the old lady has. Making a will, stating that 'the assets under his name belong to my son Zhang Aiguo' is much more convenient than looking for how many assets the old lady has. Making a will to be a notarized is also to prevent the two people from losing money. Who knows whether the old lady has made a will to share them with money before..."

His mother is obviously biased towards her two daughters.

If he doesn't act quickly, he is also worried that there will be too many dreams in the night, and he is afraid that the two losers will join forces to transfer their fucking assets.

"Sister Zhang" poked the rice bowl held in his left hand with chopsticks one after another.

The fool also knows that the will is the thing that takes effect only when the founder dies.

This means that if Zhang Aiguo wants to get all his fucking property, he will have to "death" for a while.

"Sister Zhang" sighed.

He asked Zhang Aiguo in a low tone.

"Isn't it good for us to do this? We have time to figure out how much money your mom has and then transfer them away without risking it."

She didn't want this body to die.

Taking possession of this body, she can legitimately occupy all the assets of the rich woman Zhang Sister...

Having assets is equivalent to having love preservatives.

This is much more reliable than the vows given by a man.

Zhang Aiguo's face had not changed, but a trace of strangeness and displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he could not force his demands on "Sister Zhang" to avoid causing a rebound.

"Where are we going to do this?" He eased his tone, "Do you know how much I want to hug you now? I've been thinking crazy these days..."

As soon as these words came out, the two paper people hiding behind the curtains suddenly had a lot of small questions.

This conversation...

It sounds a bit dangerous.

Pei Ye’s sixth sense is undoubtedly accurate.

"Sister Zhang" on the other side of the dining table pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhang Aiguo put down his bowls and chopsticks.

"Don't you believe me?"

He grabbed "Sister Zhang"'s right hand with both hands and held her hand in the palm of his hand.

"Sister Zhang" is a rent-collecting woman, but she is not the kind of internet celebrity in the eyes of outsiders who wear pajamas, flip flops, and carrying a sack of keys to find tenants to collect rent. On the contrary, her image is more glamorous and exquisite than many first-line actresses.

If it weren't for the poor years that caused hormone disorders and physical distortion, it would probably be the most beautiful among the peers.

Although she was able to be a grandmother, her skin condition was similar to that of thirty years old, and she didn't even have a cocoon.

"Sister Zhang" unnaturally left her face.
To be continued...