After the hidden marriage, the wife wants to divorce every day

"Uncle, why are you making trouble in person like this? Sister Ran Xi, don't listen to his nonsense, I'm the most reliable man in our Fang family!"

Luo Ranxi originally thought that Mr. Fang was difficult to speak, but when he saw that he was joking with the younger generation, he couldn't help but relax a little, and lifted the bag in his hand, "Teacher Fang, I wish you good luck like the East Sea, and a long life like Nanshan. "

Seeing her gift bag, the people around immediately looked at her with disdain.

What kind of gifts can be contained in this ordinary cardboard box?

He looks so pretty, and his temperament doesn't look like a child from a poor family. How can he give such a poor gift?

Qiao Yue looked at the bag, pursed her lips and smiled, "Uncle Fang, don't be angry, Miss Luo is a screenwriter for Chengfeng Group, her father farms in her hometown, and her monthly salary is not much, so she just You can prepare such a gift, don't take it too seriously..."

She seemed to be speaking for Luo Ranxi, but she was actually telling everyone around that Luo Ranxi was a poor man from the mountains, and her father was still farming in his hometown.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the people around looked at Luo Ranxi even more strangely.

Some people who were close to Luo Ranxi even started to back away, as if she had some infectious disease.

"Ah, why are you so poor? How did you get into the banquet if you were so poor?"

"Appearing at the same banquet with such a person, I suddenly feel so cheap..."

"Hiss, isn't her dress a fake?"

"I wanted to strike up a conversation just now, but luckily I didn't."

"..."

The words of the people around came to her ears, Luo Ranxi looked down at the bag without saying a word.

The old man is a very casual person like her. When the antiques were delivered, they were still packed in plastic bags. She has specially changed it to a better bag, okay?

These people are really superficial.

Mr. Fang looked at the bag in her hand, without seeing what she meant, but took the gift with both hands, "Thank you, I'm glad you can come, if you and Yiling really love each other then I also bless you, but I still want to remind you that this kid is really not a good person."

Luo Ranxi was amused and smiled.

Qin Yiling jumped anxiously, "Uncle, are you still my uncle?"

Mr. Fang handed the gift to the assistant behind him. When the assistant reached out to pick it up, he suddenly caught sight of what was in the bag, his eyes lit up, and he took it out and held it up to his eyes.

A palm-sized purple clay pot appeared in everyone's field of vision.

In fact, Luo Ranxi doesn't know much about antiques, but this thing seems to have been piled up by the old man in the corner of the courtyard of his hometown all the time, and it doesn't look like anything valuable.

But the old man had someone send it over himself, it should be an authentic work, and he wouldn't lie to her.

When everyone saw the gift, they ridiculed Luo Ranxi even more: "What is this? You bought it on the side of the road?"

"It looks dirty, and there's mud on it!"

"God, such a gift can be easily given away, how poor is it?"

"Shut up!" Qin Yiling couldn't stand listening to it and yelled, "What are you talking about when she gives you a gift? Even if she gives you a straw or a piece of paper, it doesn't matter to you. What do you care?"

Qin Yiling yelled at the group of people who were chattering just now, and they didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, an older man said: "Old Fang, this seems to be a purple clay pot from the Qing Dynasty."

"You don't need to say..." Mr. Fang was completely fascinated by the purple clay pot, and kept looking at it.

Qiao Yue looked at the dirty purple clay pot and smiled, "Where did you buy this purple clay pot, Miss Luo? It looks real."

She doesn't understand antiques, but Chu Quan also loves to collect antiques. When he was a child, he always listened to him saying that he wanted a purple clay pot very much, but after so many years, he still didn't collect a purple clay pot. One can imagine how precious this purple clay pot is. .

Even someone with Chu Quan's status can't get it, and it's even more impossible for Luo Ranxi to get it. This pot is [-]% fake!

Luo Ranxi didn't want to argue with Qiao Yue on this occasion, so she said lightly: "I didn't buy this, I got it from my dad."

"You got it from your dad?" Qiao Yue pursed her lips and smiled, before finishing her sentence, everyone understood.

How could a pot taken from a farmer be real?

"The purple clay teapot of the Qing Dynasty is one of the most collectible antiques, and the works of famous masters are even more difficult to find, and I see that the teapot was made by a master of the Qing Dynasty. Little girl, where does your father live now? He Are there any other antiques? I want to talk to him."

As soon as Fang Yue heard this, she immediately said: "Grandpa Zhuang, you haven't looked at the purple clay pot carefully, how can you be sure it's real? Miss Luo's family is poor, if this pot is really as valuable as you said, Then she might as well sell it to improve her family situation, how can she live in such a tight situation like now."

Mr. Min immediately shook his head: "Miss Fang, you don't understand now. I am not as professional as Mr. Fang in terms of antiques. You can see that Mr. Fang loves this pot so much that it must be an authentic work. Mr. Fang has countless collections. I've always wanted a purple clay teapot, but I haven't been able to, today Miss Luo's gift is for Mr. Fang's heart..."

"Miss Luo, does your father have any other antiques?"

Luo Ranxi looked at the old man in front of him, and thought about it carefully, "There are quite a lot of them, and he piled them up in the corner of the yard. If you like, I will give you his contact information later, and you can tell him yourself."

Pile priceless antiques in the corner?

Everyone's eyes widened, thinking she was talking big.

Qiao Yue was also completely stunned. She didn't expect that the purple clay pot was real, so she quickly said, "Miss Luo, even if you got a purple clay pot by chance, you're not the one who brags like that, right? How could someone put an antique Pile them in the corner to eat ashes?"

Luo Ranxi smiled, took out her mobile phone and took out a few photos and showed them in front of everyone.

There are indeed some bottles and jars piled up in the corner of the small farm yard in the photo, which look like antiques, and you can just eat ashes, and what's even more outrageous... There are even some chickens in the yard who have shit on them.

Through the screen, everyone couldn't identify the authenticity, but Mr. Fang saw the purple clay pot in the antique pile at a glance, which was the pot in his hand...

Thinking of his beloved purple clay teapot being left at the foot of the wall to be exposed to wind and sun, Old Fang's scalp tingles.

I think Luo Ranxi's father must be an antique collector, but his life is too casual. Although this kind of person has a weird personality, he also has a lot of treasures.

Thinking of getting more antiques from Luo Ranxi's father, Fang's eyes lit up: "Girl, can you take me to your father?"

Luo Ranxi was stunned by the girl's voice, and everyone present was also stunned.

Is it alright for Mr. Fang to recognize his daughter on the spot?

"Uncle, you can't just call me a girl. Sister Ran Xi is my fiancee."

A stone can start a thousand waves, fiancee?

Qiao Yue almost laughed, didn't Luo Ranxi already marry brother Yichen?How did this become someone else's fiancee again?

The most important thing is, she obviously sent a photo to brother Yichen, why hasn't he shown up until now?

"I'm not your fiancee."

"You are!"

"She's not!" A familiar and cold voice came from behind, Luo Ranxi had already been pulled into his arms as soon as he came back.