Restarting 16 Years Old, the Champion is Tiger and Tea

Chapter 377 Tell a Story

Li Haoyang looked up, panting, at the girl with dazed eyes in his arms, and held her wrist.

"Nannan, you love me. Look at your heart, it's beating for me, so fast."

Xiao Nan looked at the man in front of her whose heart and eyes were filled with her, and gently leaned her head on his chest.

The familiar smell brought tears to her eyes.

The days when we depended on each other in a foreign land suddenly came to my mind.

In that strange country, during those extremely painful days after breaking up with her mother, it was this man who gave her the warmest support.

In other words, they are two lonely souls, relying on each other for warmth in a foreign land.

"Haoyang, go sit for a while. I'll wash my face."

Xiao Nan turned and went into the bathroom. Looking at her tear-stained face in the mirror, the sadness in her eyes suddenly made her feel a little defeated.

In the past two days, Li Haoyang was running between the hospital and the company, and she was alone in the hotel brewing their breakup words.

It was also during these two days that she realized the place Li Haoyang held in her heart.

The thought of separation breaks my heart.

She dried her face, fixed her hair and left the bathroom.

Li Haoyang sat on a chair by the window, staring at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window. Noticing Xiao Nan coming over, he reached out and pulled Xiao Nan to sit on his lap.

"Nannan, look, there are so many lights, I hope there is one that belongs to our little home. Nannan, don't leave me, without you, I will be alone in the future."

Xiao Nan seemed to have made up his mind and lowered his head to kiss her.

Li Haoyang responded with surprise.

This girl had always been conservative and cautious, but this time, she seemed very different. She was so charming and proactive that it pushed his mind to the edge of danger.

"Nannan, no, I can't..."

"No, I want to..."

The string in my mind suddenly broke.

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The morning sun shone into the room. Li Haoyang woke up and looked at the empty space beside him.

The beauty of last night was still vivid in his mind, making the corners of his mouth curl up.

"Nannan..."

There was no sound, and when I opened the bathroom, it was empty. The suitcase was gone too.

He suddenly understood something and dialed the number with trembling hands, but as expected, the phone was turned off.

He threw himself on the bed and lay on the pillow that Xiao Nan had used, not moving for a long time.

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On Saturday, Wen Xin sat in Wang Manning's office chatting.

"Manning, give birth to a daughter and let her be my daughter-in-law."

Wang Manning waved her hands repeatedly: "Don't mention the child marriage. Zhou Yanqing and his father are both traumatized."

Wen Xin nodded: "Yeah, I'll reflect on it. Parents really can't joke around. If they're not careful, they'll cause trouble to their children."

There was a knock on the door and Zhang Lan walked in with documents.

"Principal Wang, this is my income certificate. I need to stamp it with an official seal."

Wang Manning took it and took a look: "Are you going to take out a loan?"

"Well, I want to buy a house."

"You've made a fortune. You've only had that small apartment for two years."

Zhang Lan laughed: "Isn't this preparing for a wedding house? I think the current house is too small, so I want to buy a bigger one in one go."

Wen Xin asked sensitively: "Zhang Lan, have you got the marriage certificate?"

Zhang Lan nodded shyly: "I received it. This is for the purpose of buying a house together. The house title deed wants to be in both our names."

"How do I make the down payment?"

It’s no wonder Wen Xin is so sensitive. She remembers that Zhang Lan’s boyfriend is her classmate at Beijing Normal University, a golden phoenix that flew out of the mountains and now teaches in a middle school.

Zhang Lan's family is from a small town outside Beijing. Their family is well off. Two years ago, they paid in full for a small two-bedroom apartment in Beijing for their daughter.

"Qian Qiang's family has no money, but he has saved tens of thousands of yuan over the years and said he would put it all in. I said no, the money from selling the house would be enough for the down payment. He insisted and said it was a man's pride."

Wen Xin sneered inwardly.

If you really care about your self-esteem so much, you should refuse to put your name on the property title.

Wen Xin pulled Zhang Lan to sit on the sofa and began to inquire in detail.

It was Qian Qiang who suggested that the housing prices have been rising in the past two years. While the housing prices are still good, they should trade the small two-bedroom apartment for a three-bedroom apartment, so that it will be convenient for the elderly to come and take care of the children when they have children.

"How far have you come in buying a house?" Wen Xin asked the question that concerned her.

"I have paid a deposit of 20,000 yuan, but the money from the sale of the house has not yet been fully received. The buyer wants to take out a loan and is going through the process."

Wang Manning looked at Wen Xin's expression, knowing what she was thinking, and hurriedly urged:

"Xinxin, just speak up if you have any ideas. Zhang Lan is not an outsider."

Wen Xin looked at Wang Manning and realized that people in this era did not have a deep understanding of property division in divorce.

After all, the sale of real estate such as commercial housing has only been going on for a few years, so there are very few such cases. Otherwise, with Wang Manning's shrewdness, it is impossible that he did not understand this.

"Zhang Lan, what do your parents think about your buying a house?"

Zhang Lan sighed slightly:

"My parents disagreed. They said we can live here first and buy another one when our financial situation improves. There's no need to take out a loan now."

Wen Xin sighed inwardly.

These parents did not realize the key point of the matter.

"Zhang Lan, let me tell you a story. After you listen to it, make your own decision."

Zhang Lan looked at him intently and with a puzzled look, waiting patiently for Wen Xin to tell the story.

The story is nothing more than the old cliché of rich girl and poor boy that is commonly seen on the Internet more than a decade later.

The two of them bought a house for their wedding. The rich girl and the poor boy each paid half of the down payment, and the house was written in both of their names.

It's just that the poor boy's parents helped him borrow the down payment. The poor boy said that no matter how difficult it is for a man, he still has self-esteem and can't let a woman bear all the burdens.

After marriage, the poor boy had a huge debt that his family could not afford, so he went out to work part-time every day. The rich girl felt sorry for him and took out money to help him pay it back.

The poor boy was so grateful that he burst into tears and said that he would repay this love even if he had to sell his flesh and blood.

As a result, within two years, the poor boy cheated on the rich girl when she was pregnant.

When the couple divorced, the woman got less property than the man. The reason was that the down payment was split in half, and the loan repayments were all made from the poor boy's account, showing that he was the one who paid the loan.

Moreover, the repayments were all made in cash, and there was no record of any transfer. The man produced the loan receipt, which was solid evidence.

The rich girl suffered a loss. After two years of marriage, she lost most of her house. Add to that the money she had spent on decoration, furniture and household expenses, and she lost both her money and her life.

Zhang Lan was stunned: "But not every man is as bad as this man."

Wen Xin nodded: "Yes, so a truly moral man should give his wife enough sense of security."

"For example, before I got married, I had much more assets than my husband. It was my husband who took the initiative to notarize the pre-marital property."

Wang Manning also nodded repeatedly:

"We did it too. It was Youlin who reminded us, and Yanqing was very supportive. Zhang Lan, you have to think about it carefully. This is not about guarding against anyone, but a responsible attitude that both sides should have."

Zhang Lan stared at the income certificate in his hand in a daze. That income was four times Qian Qiang's salary.

"Zhang Lan, your original house was your personal property before marriage. You have already obtained the marriage certificate, so if you sell it and buy another one, your pre-marital property will become your post-marital property."

Wen Xin stopped there and wrote down Wang Youlin’s phone number and gave it to Zhang Lan.

"This is the phone number of my lawyer friend. I suggest you go and consult him. Zhang Lan, as a rational adult, will not put himself in uncertain danger."

Watching Zhang Lan leave the office, Wen Xin and Wang Manning looked at each other.

"Manning, have you ever seen this Qian Qiang?"

"Well, we had dinner together. He seemed quite decent, but a little..."

Wang Manning's eyes suddenly narrowed.

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