13 Mingke StreetUpdated at Mar 4, 2024, 20:34
Under the dim yellow streetlight, Jeff threw a cigarette butt that almost burned to the filter tip onto the ground.
Immediately,
His gaze quickly turned to both sides, while habitually stepping on the cigarette butt with the sole of his leather shoes, rubbing back and forth.
"Hiss... damn it..."
Jeff shook his foot hard, forgetting that the sole of his shoes had been worn thin and almost breathable, and he was immediately scalded to the soles of his feet.
The evening breeze, wrapped in a chill, was blowing back and forth on the street. There were few pedestrians on the road, and a few in the distance were also hurriedly rushing down the road, wrapped in hats and scarves with their heads down.
Jeff flipped up the collar of his coat, and the two sides of the collar were shiny with stains, but at this moment, it gave him a sense of security that he was being hidden and protected.
The front is 128 Mingke Street, from 50 to 200, all of which are row houses. Whether buying or renting here, people may not be millionaires, but at least they can be considered middle-class.
The room in front of us is a family of three, with the male owner being a doctor and the female owner being a teacher. They also have a seven year old son.
During the day, there will be maids who come to clean and tidy up the house, but the maids will not stay at night. They will go home after preparing dinner.
Additionally, this family has a habit of going out to the theater every Saturday night to watch performances.
The door was opened, and the male owner in a black suit walked out first and started the car parked at the door;
Subsequently, the hostess, dressed in a red dress, also led her child out of the door, closed the door, and got into her husband's car chatting and laughing with the child.
Subsequently,