Qin Songyao's heart beat thumping, for a while, forgot to stand up, took a deep breath, and said, "This is the betrothal gift my father gave to my mother back then. When I was a child, my mother was willing to wear it only on major occasions. After they died in a car accident, I will never do it again.
Haven't seen it before."
She always thought it was stored in the Qin family's warehouse, but unexpectedly it had already flowed into the market.
"Did people from the Qin family sell it?" Zhen Wenrou asked.
Qin Songyao shook his head.
She knew that her grandfather was self-reliant and could not sell women's jewelry. It was probably because of her gambling-loving aunt, and she turned several times, so she was a private buyer.
Buy it.
Zhen Wenrou saw that she was feeling uncomfortable, her eyes lit up, and she gave her an idea, "Why should we buy it?"
Qin Songyao smiled bitterly, "Brother Rou, can you count how many zeros are there behind?"
Zhen Wenrou said: "Look for Bo Siyan, he has to pay you a divorce compensation!"
Qin Songyao was silent.
She still has no idea. Bo Siyan might not give her a penny, let alone such jewelry worth hundreds of millions.
"Forget it." She pulled the corners of her lips with difficulty and said, "Fortunately, this set of jewelry is expensive, and celebrities should just wear it. No one will buy it. I can still come to see it often."
Zhen Wenrou gritted her teeth and refused to accept her.
It was obviously my own thing, but I could only watch it through the counter.
It’s okay if you sell it yourself, but the money you sell it is also obscured.
"You go and do your business." Qin Songyao sorted out his emotions, patted Zhen Wenrou on the shoulder, and said, "The store manager seemed to have called you just now."
Zhen Wenrou hugged her and made sure she was fine before she ran to work.
When the store manager saw her coming, he said, "That set of purple jade is stored by the customer. Please tell everyone that you will not lend it."
Zhen Wenrou is very happy. If you don’t borrow it, you can protect it well. Maybe one day Qin Songyao can buy it home.
She was interested in inquiring, "Sister, who is the boss doing this?"
The manager glanced at her and said, "You should understand the privacy of the guest."
Zhen Wenrou smiled and asked again, sorry, and turned around to remind everyone.
As soon as she left, the store manager received the call.
"Miss Jiang, the dress you ordered has arrived."
What the other side said, the store manager flattered her, said a few words, looked at the no one around, and said softly: "I will reveal a little secret to you, don't say I said it. Last time you said you like Zi Fei,
Mr. Bo has already found a set of handed down-to-earth levels, which exists in our Curry.”
"Look at what you said, besides giving it to you, who else can you give it to? Just wait and receive the gift."
After a few words, the store manager hung up the phone.
She tidied up her clothes in front of the mirror, remembered the rumors from the outside world, and shook her head.
Mr. Bo is extremely handsome and powerful, but it is said that he already has a wife.
I spent so much money to buy jewelry for female celebrities, and the one at home probably didn't know anything.
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At noon, Zhen Wenrou became busy, and Qin Songyao walked around himself to find a restaurant to have dinner.
She stepped into the exquisite restaurant with one foot. After thinking about it, she went out and chose a simple restaurant.
The more capable you are, the more important things you do.
She doesn't even have work now and dare not pay attention to eating.
She packed a piece for Zhen Wenrou and sent it back before she sat down and ate it by herself.
In the end, I didn't finish eating and wasted, and all the leftovers were packed.
While she had time, she wanted to see if there were any other part-time recruitment jobs, so she took a walk in the mall.
There are not many people in the shopping mall with high consumption, so she is waiting for the elevator to go upstairs.
With a jingle, the elevator door opened.
When I looked up and looked forward, I happened to meet the man's dark and cold eyes.
Bo Siyan's face, like a knife cut, fell clearly into her eyes, with a straight nose and thin lips, and her eyebrows as if they were cut by a knife. She used to have an aura that was not close to strangers, and her eyes were indifferent to the top.
The man's eyes flashed across her face. The woman was wearing a rose-colored floral dress, with red skin and red lips, bright and charming, and her makeup was just right, but she was holding a lunch box in her hand and was a little out of place.