Ask for the stars, and I won’t give you the moon.


    “I’ve learned about housing in Wansheng Garden, and I’m looking for someone to help me decorate. I’ve also visited other people’s houses in the building to see how they’ve turned out.”


    Zhan Yan stared at his big brother, “Big brother, you hired a decorator yourself? And you even went to see how others have decorated their homes?”


    “This isn’t your first time buying a house. When did you do everything yourself?”


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    Zhan Yan felt that his brother’s attitude towards the Wansheng Garden house was different.


    In the past, the brothers bought houses one by one, asionally buying an apartment. Some, like the eldest brother, bought an apartment to conceal their identity and deceive his wife.


    But even then, the eldest brother never personally oversaw the renovations. He always bought fully furnished houses, ready for move-in.


    The eldest brother’s deception of his wife nearly cost him his wife, and this served as a warning to the other brothers. They were more open about their identities when they fell in love, and naturally, they didn’t need to buy an apartment to deceive their partners.


    So, he suspected that there was something fishy going on with Big Brother’s purchase of this house.


    “You were the one who apanied me to see the house, and I just like it there. How could you not know it?”


    Zhan Yue brought food to his niece, looking at the little one with doting eyes, “Does grandma know that you brought these two little ones out? Don’t get beaten when you go home.”


    Lao Jiu is still young and a little rebellious. Sometimes he would secretly take his nephews out to y without the elders at home knowing.


    When the elders knew about it, Lao Jiu would be beaten when he got home.


    Grandma’s crutches might not fall on Lao Jiu, but his own mother would not be polite.


    “Grandma knows. I’ve been taught a lesson so many times. How can I make such a mistake again?”


    He was soft-hearted. He couldn’t resist his nephews calling him Uncle Jiu, so he took his nephews out of the house to y out of softness.


    When he was being lectured by his elders, the little ones would plead for him.


    It was worth it that he loved them so much and took such risks for them.


    “My dear, there’s definitely something fishy about that house of yours. We’re brothers, and I was the one who went with you to look at the house. My dear, just tell me, and I promise to keep it a secret.”


    “Are you trying to hide a mistress?”


    “Screw you, why would I hide a mistress? I told you, I just like the environment there, so I bought the house there. I’m still injured, so I don’t have to work, and I’m bored, so I just want to find something to do.”


    “I’ve never been involved in decorating a house before, and now I want to do it myself. How can that be considered fishy?”


    Zhan Yan was incredulous. “My dear, your hands are 90% healed. If you really go back to work, it won’t affect you. Whether you’re typing on theputer or writing with a pen, it won’t be affected.”


    Others didn’t know, seeing My dear’s hands wrapped in gauze, thinking they were seriously injured, but he knew that as long as My dear removed the gauze, he would be fine.


    In his opinion, My dear was just beingzy and refused to remove the bandages, not wanting to go back to work.


    “No, it still hurts. It hurts as long as I write or type on theputer. I won’t go back to work for the time being, but it’s boring not to go to work, so I might as well do the renovation work myself.”


    “It can kill time and umte decoration experience. When the house is renovated, you cane and visit it. If you need it in the future, I can pass on my experience to you.”


    Beibei understood what the two uncles said. She gently touched Zhan Yue’s hand wrapped in a gauze scarf and asked in a baby voice: “Uncle Eight, does it still hurt?”


    “It hurts, Beibei, can you blow on my hands?”


    “Okay.”


    The little girl blew on her uncle’s hands seriously, and then said: “Beibei blew, uncle doesn’t feel any pain.”


    Zhan Yue hugged the little guy lovingly, “Beibei, it’s good that you are your uncle’s daughter.