The bodyguard, "..."
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At noon, Yun Bujun received a call from the couple who bought his house. They asked if he wanted to rent their place. They just wanted the school enrollment quota. The house was old and small, and they had no intention of living in it. If he wanted to rent it, they could offer him a low price, saving him the trouble of moving back and forth. They weren't short on money.
Yun Bujun, "..."
"How much are you planning to rent it for?" Yun Bujun asked.
"Whatever you think is fair, five hundred or a thousand is fine."
Yun Bujun, "..."
"Is three hundred okay?" Yun Bujun proposed a price that was practically impossible.
"Three hundred? Three hundred is fine, as long as you're willing to live there."
"Who exactly are you? Who asked you to call me? What is your objective!" Yun Bujun's expression turned completely cold. Was he an idiot? He could rent that place out for at least fifteen hundred! Renting it to him for three hundred? He must have run into a living Bodhisattva.
"My dear young brother, I just feel sorry for you being alone. If you don't want to rent it, that's fine. I'll rent it to someone else. I just see you're young and want to do some good deeds for myself and for your future blessings. If you don't believe me, then fine. How about this, if you want to rent it, it's eight hundred a month. If you rent it, great. If not, I'll rent it to someone else. Think it over and call me."
After hanging up the phone, Yun Bujun's expression was somewhat grim. He was a bit unsure of the situation now. Of course, if he could rent that place back, he would be happy. If it were possible in the future, he even wanted to buy that house back.
Finally, he thought of Mian Mian and called them back, saying he would rent it. The other party said they would find time to sign the contract, which would be a one-year lease.
When he returned to the ward, Zhou Hao immediately handed him the fifty thousand yuan. "Brother Yun, quickly look at your young lady, fifty thousand! Is this proper? Who gives fifty thousand to a patient they don't know well? Take it quickly, don't scare me!"
"Take it if I give it to you. I'll deposit it into your card later. I'll withdraw the money from your card to pay the hospitalization fees." Yun Bujun also felt that fifty thousand was a bit much, but he was very happy because he knew it was given by Jiang Mian Mian because of his connection. This was enough to show that she truly considered him her best friend.
"This isn't right, perhaps you should take it, it's too much." Zhou Hao was a bit scared.
"Stop talking nonsense. What would I want this for? Take it if I give it to you. Go to sleep quickly. The doctor said the more you sleep now, the faster you'll recover." Yun Bujun urged him.
Zhou Hao had no choice but to obediently close his eyes and sleep. He was on a high dosage of medication every day, so he fell asleep quickly. In no time, he was asleep.
Yun Bujun pocketed the money, planning to deposit it for Zhou Hao that afternoon.
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Recently, Jiang Mianmian has been instilling in Qian Xiaoguo the idea that girls must love themselves, otherwise they would regret it when they meet true love. She sent at least three similar articles every day. Qian Xiaoguo always responded with a string of ellipses. Jiang Mianmian truly felt that she was wearing herself out worrying about this little girl, Qian Xiaoguo.
"Mianmian, what are you doing?" Jiang Mi saw her daughter constantly looking at her phone, which was a bit unusual, and leaned over to take a look.
Jiang Mianmian quickly put her phone away and said with a smile, "Mom, I'm just sending something to Xiaoguo, it's nothing."
"If it's nothing, why are you hiding it? Mianmian, you're not dating, are you?" Jiang Mi looked at her daughter's pretty face, a little worried about the problem of early romance.