After Xia Mo avoided Yang Zimei, after chatting with Luo Yingjin, the whole face became red, his eyes were rippling, and the spring was full of face.
"Who's phone?"
Yang Zimei pretended not to ask.
"Well, a friend." [
Xia Mo dodged her eyes and pretended to be a dull tone.
However, that look has long betrayed her excited heart.
Yang Zimei sighed secretly.
People have their own destiny, this is not what she can control.
I just hope that she can walk strongly on this unusual feeling.
Because of Luo Yingjin's phone call, Xia Mo's words were more, and the expression of speaking became eye -catching.
The two came to the market to buy barbecue forks and bargain with hawkers.
Seeing Yang Zimei's bargain, Xia Mo was really surprised. "I thought you were a person who didn't eat the fireworks on earth.
"Oh, Miss, you are from the family of the rich, not me, but I am the daughter of the poor farmer, can I not learn to get a bargain?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows laughed.
In the last life, she was so poor that she could not wait to be able to use it into two halves, and she could buy things to buy the cheapest. The level of bargaining was also what ordinary people could do.
In this life, she has no shortage of money, and she usually doesn't bargain, but not much means that she does not understand, but it is deeply rooted in the blood in the blood.
This is a class fee for buying barbecue forks, and she naturally cares about it again.
"You blow it, you blow it hard, there is nothing wrong with the daughter of the poor farmer. The problem is that you are destined to be a rich when you are born."
Xia Mo rolled her several white eyes.
"I am not a rich man."
"Okay, I am a rich man, you are a local tyrant."
Yang Zimei wanted to talk to Xia Mo, and suddenly saw a familiar woman, holding a breaking bowl, and pretending to be a mysterious look in the continuous passersby of passersby.
Many antiques have bought 100 million yuan, do you want to see it? "
"I really don't lie to you. My home fed a cat, it turned out to be a very valuable antique. I also dug it from the ground. It is very valuable. I will give you a little cheaper, just 100,000."
The woman pulled the passerby's clothing.
"Give you a hundred thousand dollars!"
The passers -by dumped her impatiently and left.
Yang Zimei remembered who the woman was.
It was the old man who gave the antique Guanzhong Pan to himself, and later regretted saying that he was a liar.
Didn't she sell those plates to earn 100 million?
How can I wear it so badly today and look so disappointed in the market to use a broken bowl to deceive people?
Looking at the sign of her face, it is the kind of money.
It turned out that she was so simple, fate and served the sick husband, because of 100 million, life thoughts, or something, and eventually had a great change. In the end, it was even more unbearable than the original.
Some people themselves cannot withstand their wealth. They just have to accept it, and in the end they will only be played by God.
However, this has nothing to do with Yang Zimei, so she doesn't want to find any trouble.
However, the big sister -in -law recognized her at a glance, and the eyes that turned out to be ashamed like a lamp with sufficient wattage.