Chapter 287: : Mysterious Buyer

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Huazhen Yue had been guilty of conscience, and since he had sought Primary Three, it was also very good at keeping secrets, but it was a little chaotic when he was beaten by her younger daughter.
"Yes, A Sheng is right, family is the most important."
"Well, I believe you are a clear man."
Hua Sheng didn't want to say more, but also to keep him in the face, and he didn't want to make trouble.
After Hua Sheng left, Hua Qing scolded Haw for a long time, "Look, this guy has been married to the Jiang family since he took the grandmother's heritage, and he has gone to heaven. Even my dad was upset. Sure enough, the one who grew up on the mountain was unqualified and uncultivated. What's the difference with the wild girl in the mountain. Ha ha... I won't go, where do you love to go, where are you? I went to mine Who will do the work? The performance of the cosmetic surgery hospital has slipped. When the shareholders ask me to settle the accounts, who will take the lead for me?"
After leaving this sentence, Hua Qing left angrily, saying that he didn't want to care about Hua Lin's affairs.
But it is also true that people like Hua Qing, even their husbands have been sleeping in bed with her for several years, have not been treated by her, not to mention the four sisters whose relationship is so ordinary.
Hua Feng and Hua Zhi did not say much, and they all had their own ideas.
But Hua Zhenyue was a little scared. He always felt that A Sheng's words were intended for him?
Could it be said that A Sheng knew something?
"Sir, A Sheng is still young, and we have little control since childhood. Now that my mother has passed away, she is helpless... So sometimes there is really no point in doing things and talking. You don't blame her. We will be born no matter how bad it is." Mrs. Hua thought her husband was depressed by her daughter-in-law, and did not know Xiao Jiujiu in Huazhen Yue's heart.
"Well, no, it's all their own children, some of them are long and short, don't blame her."
After a few perplexing words, Huazhen Yue entered the study upstairs alone.
At this time, Xiaosan just sent WeChat.
Qianqian: Husband, are you busy? Don’t forget to buy me a tube of wasabi when you come, there is no more at home.
Hua Zhenyue: There is something wrong temporarily, don't go first, you can eat it yourself.
Qianqian: Ah? People don’t want to, say that they want to eat seafood with others, how can you put me pigeons?
Hua Zhenyue: Be good, don't make trouble, if something really happens, eat it first.
Qianqian: When will you come?
Hua Zhenyue: Not necessarily, contact you back.
Qianqian: Husband, will you not want me anymore?
Hua Zhenyue: No, don't think about it.
Qianqian: Well, then you are busy first, miss you.
This little third is really powerful. In his early 30s, he actually called a man who could be his father and screamed at her husband, and there was no sense of disobedience. Otherwise, why would Huazhen Yue be overwhelmed by her? If you want to say that this Qian is too powerful, it doesn't look too good, but there are means.
Hua Zhenyue has a good reputation all her life, but at the risk of her being insecure for the festival, it is enough to explain everything.
When leaving the Hua family, Huasheng went directly to the shop, and Ginkgo called to say that a mysterious guest came.
Hua Sheng was distraught and didn't think much, and passed by directly.
"How about guests?"
"Miss, the guest is gone, you are late."
"Male and female?"
"It's not clear, wearing a Hanfu, wearing a veil, otherwise how to say mystery...I don't know if it is a player playing COS costumes, or what, in short, it is very strange." Ginkgo spit out, she originally came to clean it Yes, I didn't expect to take a buyer and sell an antique, which is also fate.
"Did he buy it?"
"Well, I bought the broken fan." Ginkgo pointed to the place where the folding fan was originally placed, and the price of 50,000 was written on the label.
Ginkgo and Chuntao had always thought that this worn-out fan would not be worth fifty thousand, and fifty would be enough to sell, who bought it? But someone just likes...
"Oh? He bought my wishful fan?" Hua Sheng was surprised.