Sweet Addiction

Chapter 12 Our Home

They got to a downtown residential building in 20 minutes.

Irene got off the car and could not help but open her mouth wide.

This was the most famous residential building in the city, where many stars bought houses. Therefore, the housing price was shockingly expensive.

Irene asked, "Why are we here?"

In her mind, anyone who came to this kind of high-end residential building must wear a suit and a pair of high-heeled shoes, or else it was not qualified to come in.

"You will know when you get inside." Aaron stopped the car and pulled her to the door of the building. The door could automatically identify people's face. When Aaron just reached the door, it opened immediately.

On their way, the guards constantly greeted Aaron and called him Mr. Zhao. Irene was a little suspicious, 'Is he really just a driver?'

And those guards were very respectful to him!

When Aaron and Irene were going to the gate of the block, a woman's voice came from behind, "Don't you know who I am? How dare you stop me!"

"Miss. Lin, I'm sorry. Because you are not owner, so I'm afraid that you can't get in without permission."

"I'm your boss's fiancee. Let me in!"

"Miss. Lin, this is the order of our boss. Without his permission, no one is allowed to let you in!" The security at the entrance of the building explained with guilt.

He couldn't afford to offend his boss, neither could he afford to offend Jessica!

Jessica stood on her tiptoe to look into the building, only to find that there was the sight of Aaron's back, and then she said, "I saw Aaron! Let me in! Otherwise, I will ask Aaron to fire you!"

Irene heard the sound and looked at the entrance, "It seems that someone is calling your name."

However, Aaron opened the gate of the block and said calmly, "You misheard."

They went into the elevator and it was slowly going up. When Irene saw the number on the elevator's display, her heart beat faster and faster as well.

She thought, 'Is Aaron a boss of a listed company or the son of a government official!'

If this was true, she could not bear it.

After the elevator reached the 13th floor, Aaron took her to an anti-theft door. "123456. This is the password," he said calmly.

Irene looked at him incredulously and thought, 'He did have a house here!'

Although she was shocked, she still quickly pressed the password.

"Aaron, It's... your home?" Irene still couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Then he turned on the air conditioner, took out a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, opened it and handed it to her. "This used to be my home, and from now on, this is our home!"

"Aren't you a driver? How come you have such an expensive house?"

Aaron put Irene down on the sofa and found a comfortable gesture to sit down. "In fact, nobody looked after this house when it was newly developed at that time, so the price here was very low, and I bought it at that time! And it isn't too expensive. Just 1800 dollars a square meter."

Irene nodded her head and admired Aaron for his foresight.

In fact, it was not difficult to find a loophole in Aaron's words. But Irene was a new graduate with little social experience, let alone the real estate and social economy.

Thus, she easily believed him.

Irene took a sip of her drink and looked around, only to find that Aaron's house was totally different from what she had imagined. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

She thought he would also put his socks and underwear in a terrible mess like her. The table was filled with instant noodles boxes and indecent books!

But in fact, it was not the case.

It was a simple three bedroom apartment with simple decoration style, which was in the color of original wooden milk. The table was neat and tidy, and two books were placed on the coffee table. The floor was shiny, and the sun was sprinkled on the round soft cushion along the large French window. This home looked warm and comfortable.

Aaron walked into the bedroom. When he came out, he got a set of home clothes in one hand and a large green sheet notebook in the other.

He put the green sheet notebook in front of Irene and said, "This is the property ownership certificate of this house. I will transfer it to you tomorrow."