After the rebirth, I divorced the scumbag

Seeing Yan Man approaching, Gu Huaixi paused for a few seconds and let go of Xia Zimu.

"How did you come?"

"I haven't seen you all this time, so I came to look for you..." She said, looking at Xia Zimu, with an imperceptible resentment flashing in her eyes, "What are you guys doing?"

Gu Huaixi said indifferently: "It's nothing."

He walked to Yan Man's side, "Go down."

He was going to take Yan Man downstairs.

Xia Zimu called Yan Man, "Miss Yan, you better watch your man closely. When Gu Huaixi and I were husband and wife, he thought about you all day long. Who can guarantee that he only has you as a woman in his heart now? ?”

Yan Man stopped, her fingers curled into her palm, and her sharp nails almost pierced her palm.

She turned around and forced a smile, "Miss Xia was joking, I believe that Huaixi has always had me alone in her heart."

"Really?" Xia Zimu smiled, "Then I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and don't have any more petty threes and fours."

With a sullen face, Gu Huaixi said to Yan Man, "Don't talk nonsense with her, let's go."

He turned his head and gave Xia Zimu a gouging look, then pulled Yan Man away forcefully.

After the two left, Lu Jinghao lowered his eyes and asked Xia Zimu, "Do you feel uncomfortable seeing them so close?"

"Uncomfortable."

Lu Jinghao originally asked casually, but when he heard her answer, his eyes darkened, but Xia Zimu continued: "Because I didn't hammer their dog's head off, I feel so uncomfortable."

He laughed, "Then shall I hammer it for you?"

"No, I'm a civilized person." She automatically ignored the brutal behavior she had done, "Let's go, go back to the room and change your shoes."

She said, let go of Lu Jinghao's hand, took off the other shoe, and walked into the room barefoot to look for new shoes.

When she came out of the cloakroom, Lu Jinghao had already left, leaving only the gift she wanted to forward to Xia Zhengguo on the table.

She took the gift box downstairs and gave it to Xia Zhengguo.

"Grandpa, this is the birthday gift Lu Jinghao asked me to pass on to you."

Xia Zhengguo took the gift bag, "Jing Hao is here too? Where are the others? Why don't you come and say hello to me?"

"He still has something to do, so he left first." Xia Zimu made an excuse casually, "Take it apart and see if you like it."

Xia Zhengguo took out the box in the gift bag, took out the rosary, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, as if satisfied, "This kid really has a heart."

Seeing Xia Zhengguo's reaction, Xia Zimu breathed a sigh of relief.

She was a little worried just now that Lu Jinghao's gift was not well chosen.

Nine out of the ten sentences that guy said were false. He said that the rosary was obtained from the temple. Xia Zimu still didn't believe it.

Xia Qianhong's family stood beside Xia Zhengguo. Seeing the string of beads, Xia Nian sneered slightly: "Sister Mu Mu, what kind of friend is your surname Lu? Sending such a shabby thing? These things are sold by the little rags on the side of the road." In a store, you can buy a lot of them for 100 yuan, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. He, who had greeted Xia Zimu earlier, came over.

Seeing the rosary in Xia Zhengguo's hand, she was slightly surprised, "Isn't this the rosary from Shannan Temple?"

Xia Nian frowned slightly, "What is Shannan Temple? You can't be a feudal superstition liar, right?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Xia Zhengguo's expression turned pale, but Madam He's face was also full of displeasure.

Mrs. He often goes to Shannan Temple to listen to Zen. She is not blindly superstitious, but she believes in gods and Buddhas, and she also believes in the great goodness and cause and effect in Buddhist books.

Xia Nianwei opened her mouth and said that Nanshan Temple is a liar, and she was immediately upset, "Shannan Temple is an ancient temple in Yucheng that has been passed down for thousands of years. It has a long history and culture. Miss Xia opened her mouth and said that Shannan Temple is a liar. Culture?"

Xia Nian snorted slightly, and said, "So what if it has a long history, those strings of beads are worthless in the first place, if Grandpa likes them, I'll go and buy two strings back."

Mrs. He's complexion became more serious, "Do you think that this rosary is something you can buy if you want? This rosary is hard to find, and it is only given to those who are destined. I don't know how many people went up to the mountain to ask for this rosary, but they all returned empty-handed. You who only know material desires My girl, how can I ask for it?"

Xia Nianwei still wanted to argue, but Xia Sen grabbed her, shook his head at her, and then put on a smile, "Mrs. He, Uncle, Nianwei is ignorant, please bear with me."

Those who can come to Xia Zhengguo's birthday banquet are not small people. Although the He family is no better than the Xia family, the Xia Sen family is just a side branch of the Xia family. If Mrs. He makes things difficult, they really can't deal with it.

Xia Nianwei was still a little unconvinced, and whispered: "Isn't it just a string of broken beads, what's so good..."

Xia Zimu looked at her, "Hearing what Nianwei said, you seem to have prepared a better gift than this?"

"That's it!" Xia Nian raised his chin slightly, "Grandpa and I went to the auction house a few days ago and specially picked out an official kiln for Uncle Grandpa, it cost more than 500 million! It's much better than this shabby bead! "

Xia Zimu slanted at her, "Oh? Is it convenient to take it out and have a look?"

"of course."

Xia Nianwei turned around and pulled Xia Qianhong, Xia Qianhong and her exchanged a look, and called someone to bring the things in.

Xia Nianwei's "more than 500 million" just now was loud enough to attract everyone's attention.

All the people who came today were from the big families in Yu City. Although the family was not short of money, except for a few who asked for Xia Zhengguo, few people were willing to give the 500 million gifts.

Everyone wanted to see what the official kiln bought for more than 500 million yuan looked like.

After a while, Xia Qianhong's people brought in the official kiln.

The official kiln is installed in a glass display case, and the small porcelain has carried the changes of several centuries.

Xia Nianwei introduced: "This official kiln was a royal product before the sixth century. The shape, glaze color, tire quality and artistic level of the porcelain are all top-notch..."

Xia Nianwei talked about a lot of historical background, that ordinary piece of porcelain, after she boasted so much, it really felt a bit expensive.

Xia Zhengguo was originally a little angry with Xia Nianwei, but now that he received the gift, he felt a little relieved.

Xia Qianhong's iron rooster was willing to spend so much money on his gifts, it seemed that he still attached great importance to his brother.

In the future, if Xia Qianhong has any capital to turn around, it's not like he can't help it.

Xia Zimu quietly listened to Xia Nianwei's introduction, and then said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Listen to you, this official kiln still has some background."

Xia Nianwei said proudly: "After all, it cost 500 million, so it must be something good."

Xia Zimu pursed his lips, "Really? But this antique business is full of fakes... Coincidentally, today I invited a treasure appraiser that my grandfather knew to a birthday banquet. How about letting him come and see if this thing is real or not?"

Hearing this, Xia Nianwei's complacent expression disappeared instantly.