Living with a Flight Attendant

My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor and ran away with a scumbag who drove a Porsche. The new roommate is a beautiful flight attendant, and those who chase her can line up from the cabin to the security checkpoint. Everyone said that a loser like me was not even qualified to carry her shoes. Until that day when it rained heavily, I rode a small electric donkey to pick her up. In front of those rich and handsome people, she sat in my back seat without hesitation. She put her arm around my waist and said, "Let's go home." At that moment, I knew that the counterattack in this life would start from this dilapidated shared house.