80s: The cold-faced tough guy was controlled by the beautiful woman

Chapter 445 Ding Ying's Side Story 3

Ding Ying considered it for a moment: "Anytime is fine."

"How about you help me watch the movie together?" Starry Sky suggested.

I have to go to work tomorrow. If I'm moving, the only time I can use is my lunch break.

She had inquired about the address of his workplace, which was nearly an hour's bike ride from the large courtyard where she rented a place. She didn't have time to make it, and she didn't want to wait until next weekend.

Ding Ying: "Okay."

The two went to the movie theater.

Under the dim light, the starry sky seemed to be trying to win several times.

Finally, I mustered up my courage and tentatively grasped it.

Ding Ying was startled by a chill and looked down in surprise. She put her four fingers together and inserted them into the web between his thumb and forefinger, with her thumb resting on the back of his hand.

The room is heated.

Her hands were surprisingly cold, and they were incredibly white after she took off her gloves. Her fingernails were a pale pink, just as Grandma had described—clean and tidy.

She's beautiful, even her hands are exquisite.

After waiting for a long time, when he didn't shake her off, she turned her head, covered her mouth, and chuckled.

Grandma Ding is right. As long as she takes the initiative, he will definitely be willing.

The movie ends.

Her hands had warmed up, and she subtly withdrew them: "Shall we go?"

Ding Ying felt a little uneasy when his palm was empty. Was he using him as a cover?
Are you going to leave right after warming up?

He asked, "Next, we're moving?"

Baby's Breath smiled and said, "Mmm!"

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The car was parked on the side of the road.

After getting off the bus, Mantianxing pointed to the alley entrance and said, "Turn in here, and you'll reach where I live."

Ding Ying went with him.

Stepping into the courtyard, a strong smell of alcohol hits your nose. The courtyard is messy, with piles of clutter and clotheslines tangled up.

It's not easy for a young woman like her to live in a place like this.

When the starry sky unlocks.

The drunk man next door poked his head out and squinted at her.

She instinctively moved closer to Ding Ying.

Ding Ying looked at the man, who slurred, "Who are you?"

Ding Ying remained silent.

After entering the house with the baby's breath, they closed the door.

The drunkard slammed the door shut as he cursed.

"You slut, you need to be fucked, and you brought another man back."

Ding Ying understood why Mantianxing was in a hurry to move. A drunkard lived next door, and you could smell alcohol day and night. He would lewdly stare at you when you opened the door, ignore you, and hurl all sorts of lewd insults. What girl could stand that?
With a blush, Mantianxing turned on the light: "I've never brought a man home, he's talking nonsense."

Ding Ying didn't know her, but he knew his grandmother, who was certainly not a troublemaker: "A drunkard, no need to pay him any mind."

Mantianxing bit her lip: "Please sit down first, I'll tidy up."

"Hmm." Ding Ying looked around.

The environment was very basic, and there was no heating in the house.

Chilling.

How does she stay up at night?
She opened the old closet, where the clothes were neatly folded.

There are two pairs of shoes under the bed, one pair for changing and one pair of cotton slippers.

Old but clean.

The red brick floor was spotless.

No wonder Grandma took a liking to her; she's diligent and clean, the kind of woman elders love most.

She tidied up her clothes and began to fold the blankets.

He said, "Just bring your clothes; the house has everything you need."

"Have you used it?" After asking, Mantianxing wanted to bite off his own tongue. Of course he had used the things in his house.

Ding Ying cleared his throat: "It's new, and there's a guest room for you. My house is small, so if you take the bedding and stuff there, there won't be any room for your old things. If you don't want to part with these things, give me the key. I'll come over tomorrow at noon and take the things to the old house for storage. I'll return them to you when you need them."

"it is good."

Baby's Breath was carrying a large bag and a small bag.

Ding Ying took the heaviest one and went out with Baby's Breath.

Just as the starry sky was locking the door, the drunkard reappeared.

He whistled at the starry sky and said with a grin, "You're out so quickly? Are you satisfied? How about trying me? I guarantee I can make you feel good."

Furious, Mantianxing blushed and looked around for a broom, ready to fight the other party.

Ding Ying's fist had already slammed down.

The drunk man fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time: "Why did you hit me?"

Ding Ying: "I'm going to hit you! You pretended to be drunk and harassed that young girl, you pervert!"

When he's drunk, all he wants to do is sleep; he doesn't have so much to say.

He still behaves with such unrestrained words and actions.

He then asked, "Do you realize your mistake?"

Drunkard: "."

Ding Ying grabbed the long scissors used for changing charcoal, and the drunkard was so frightened that he immediately apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry."

Ding Ying said coldly, "Not sincere enough."

"Miss, I'm sorry, I've had too much to drink and mistook you for someone else." The drunkard swallowed nervously, afraid of being beaten again.

"You did this on purpose." Full of anger and resentment, Mantianxing slapped the other person twice. "Remember this next time! If you dare to talk nonsense again, my boyfriend will beat you to death!"

As she said this, she secretly observed Ding Ying.

Ding Ying's expression remained calm, but a thought flickered in his mind: the object of his affections?

The drunkard responded repeatedly.

Ding Ying then threw away the long scissors and left with Mantianxing, carrying their bags.

He took her to his place near his workplace.

"It's right here, about the same distance from your workplace and the courtyard where you live."

Gaze at the starry sky without leaving a trace.

The courtyard is spacious and sunny.

The room was decorated quite nicely, and all the furniture was new.

There is a telephone in the living room.

She asked, "Is the phone line open?"

"Ah."

Starry Sky was shocked. Installing a telephone costs three or four thousand yuan, right?
He just left it there?
It seems that what Grandma Ding meant by "may earn money" was not the high salary she thought she was referring to.

She couldn't help but say, "Such a nice house, why don't you live here?"

“I have other accommodations.” Ding Ying put down the keys. “You can familiarize yourself with the surroundings. I’ll be leaving now.”

A chorus of stars.

As she saw him off, she asked, "When will you come again?"

"When I have time," Ding Ying said, unable to give a guarantee.

After he left, Mantianxing closed the door.

Look around.

She was staying in a guest room, and the master bedroom was next door.

Do you want to take a look?

She reached out and turned the doorknob.

She immediately let go; the fact that they trusted her and allowed her to stay was already an immense favor.

How could she enter someone's room and pry into their privacy?

She closed the door again. She hung the clothes she had brought in the closet.

Then I went outside, looked up to find the house number, and prepared to write down the address.

My gaze fell upon it.

My heart skipped a beat.

He ran back to his room and found the letters between himself and his sponsor; the addresses on them were exactly the same.

Is he the benefactor?

After she calmed down.

As planned, I familiarized myself with the surroundings, found the market, and compared the prices of nearby bathhouses.

Then I went home.

Thinking he should be off work by now, I dialed the number he had left.

She answered the call and heard his voice. She said, "It's me, Xingxing."

Ding Ying's slightly concerned voice came through: "What's wrong?"

Baby's Breath had mixed feelings; she wanted to say something several times, but ultimately decided not to.

Once he finds out about this, their relationship will change from that of blind date to one of sponsoring and receiving sponsorship.

They will no longer be equal.

There is absolutely no possibility of a relationship developing between them.

Who would develop a romantic relationship with someone they sponsor?
"I'm fine, I just suddenly felt like making a phone call."

Ding Ying smiled: "Are you getting used to it there?"

“Yes! I’m used to it,” said Baby’s Breath.

With such a great environment, how could she not be used to it?

“I only work half a day on Saturdays, would you like to come over for dinner?” she invited.

Ding Ying paused for a moment, then said, "Hmm."

hang up the phone.

Grandma Ding smiled and said, "Did the stars send it?"

"Yes."

"Don't just say that, have you actually taken a liking to it or not?" Ding's mother asked impatiently.

She didn't even get to see her grandson because of his marriage.

I keep up with his news every day.

Ding Ying: "I'm not going to fall for it so quickly; I need to get to know more about it first."

Ding's mother: "If you don't live together, you can't possibly understand. Your sister and Jia Qingfeng grew up together, they know each other very well. You only found out what kind of person Jia Qingfeng is after marriage. Just thinking about him makes me angry. He's an indecisive bastard who only knows how to listen to his father's nonsense."

Ding Ying was immediately annoyed, knowing that his mother was about to complain about Jia Qingfeng again.

How good is Jia Qingfeng?
She can do housework and take care of children.

He is considerate of his younger sister.

What did Uncle Jia say to you?

Uncle Jia never interfered in the couple's life.

It's only natural for them to ask to see their grandson.

Fortunately, the conversation stopped focusing on his blind date.

He took the opportunity to slip away.

Ding's mother and old lady said, "Mom, you're right, aren't you?"

Grandma Ding: "I don't interfere in young people's family affairs, and I advise you not to either." She caught up with Ding Ying: "Xiao Ying, your mother is right about Xingxing's matter. If you don't live together, you can't fully understand each other. Yingtang and Xiao Qin, they didn't hold their wedding until their child was four or five years old."

Ding Ying: "Don't go too far, they have a marriage certificate."

Grandma Ding: "You can get the marriage certificate first."

Ding Ying: "I agree, little girl, do you agree?"

"Leave it to me," said Grandma Ding confidently as she left.

Ding Ying smiled slightly. "You can talk to me once you find the girl."

Two days later, one evening.

Grandma Ding stopped Ding Ying, who was leaving get off work, and said, "I asked Xingxing, and she said she would agree as long as you ask."

Ding Ying didn't believe it: "Don't make fun of me."

Grandma Ding scolded, "Who's teasing you? You arranged for someone to stay in the bridal chamber your parents prepared for you, and you still say you don't agree?"

Ding Ying: "How did you know?"

He even took the little girl's bedding and other items behind his family's back.

Grandma Ding: "I saw her early this morning, and she told me her new address."

Ding Ying: "She specifically came to you to talk about this?"

"She's here to move out," said Old Mrs. Ding. "She's living in your house now, and you're in a prime position. You can stay there when you work overtime at night, and then, hehe, you know what will happen, right?"

Ding Ying: "."

Grandma Ding said, "No, I have some books there, I'll give them to you for reference."

Ding Ying: "." His grandmother is so old, yet she's so open-minded!
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For the next two days, Ding Ying was busy with his own things as usual.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

After get off work, I drove home and remembered my promise to Baby's Breath as I passed the intersection.

They changed direction.

The empty plot of land in the yard that was used to grow flowers was turned over.

A thick layer of plastic film was laid out.

This is what the Li family's backyard looks like. Uncle Jia said that the mulch used for growing vegetables was very lifelike after he saw it, but he didn't know how to do it, yet she did.

Everything in the living room remained in its original place.

The room was spotless, which was very comforting.

The guest room door was open, and a new table had been added near the window.

There were books stacked on top, along with some of her personal belongings.

He pushed open the door and went into his room.

The bed and furnishings were covered with a white cloth.

It's especially creepy at first glance.

To keep dust out, use a white cloth?
Fortunately, his grandmother didn't come along, otherwise she would have been terrified.

Just then, a commotion came from outside, followed by a clear, melodious voice belonging to a woman.

"Ding Ying?"

Ding Ying closed the door and walked out of the living room.

With a beaming smile, Mantianxing carried a basket full of groceries and said, "Let's have hot pot!"

"I'm not picky about food."

Baby's Breath busied herself in the kitchen, while Ding Ying sat at the dining table watching.

The woman took off her coat.

A cream-colored long sweater that covered her hips.

The loose-fitting jeans made her legs look very slim.

When walking, her body sways inside her clothes.

Her hair was loosely tied up, with some naturally falling down on both sides of her face.

She rolled up her sweater sleeves, revealing her slender, fair arms—so thin they looked as if they could snap at the slightest pressure.

She is so thin.

Does it weigh 100 jin?
He just stared at her and suddenly felt that marriage was a good thing.

Every day when I come home, there's someone busy taking care of me.

"What can I do?" He visited Xuanxuan's home.

Jia Qingfeng was cooking, and Xuanxuan was helping out.

Even his three-year-old nephew would be picking vegetables on the side. It's outrageous for a grown man like him to sit and wait to be eaten.