Chapter 558: th

After having dinner, Luo Yinghao returned to City B, and Yang Zimei was going to go out to see Song Xuan.
Thinking of passing by Xia Mo's mother's clothing store, Yang Zimei also asked Zhenzi to go out with him.
She is not completely relieved about Sadako now, for fear of leaving her at home, she will bring her own convenience while she is not harming Master and Uncle.
What's more, this is a super labor force, and it doesn't hurt to bring it.
When she came to Xia's clothing store, Xia's mother couldn't help but ask, "Is this your sister? She looks a bit like him."
looks like?
Sadako's facial features are not like her at all, especially her figure. She is a mature woman and she is underdeveloped.
"It's not like facial features, but I don't know exactly what it looks like, Xiaomei, who is she?" Xia Mother asked in a gossip, "Is you married? I have a cousin, which suits her well Oh."
"Auntie, she's the maid I asked."
Yang Zi frowned.
"Maid? Are you kidding? There will be maids of this level?" Xia Mu said in surprise, "Looking at her looks like she's from the royal gate."
"Oh, it's just a coincidence."
Of course, Yang Zimei would not explain Sadako's identity, but just asked her to try on several sets of clothes that Mother Xia chose for her, including casual clothes, sportswear, and skirts.
Sadako is a natural clothes rack. Whatever she wears looks particularly good. Seeing that Xia Mu wants to leave Sadako as a store model.
Yang Zimei came to Brunei Street with Sadako wearing a suitable casual clothes.
Song Xuan's shop is not as long as the long queues waiting for him to help the appraiser for free.
After Song Xuan came out of the police station, although the store opened normally, the free identification service was cancelled.
That day, he was discouraged when he looked at the faces that he once knew, and respectfully called him Mr. Song's face, accusing him of being a liar with distrust.
It turned out that no matter how much he did, he couldn't live up to the slander of others.
Therefore, he no longer wants to waste his time and energy to do things that are not pleasing to the people.
Song Xuan is looking down at some objects.
Yang Zimei found out, but in two days, he seemed to have changed a lot.
Previously, at any time, his face did not consciously exude a moist gaseous mood, his eyes were soft, and his lips were smiling.
Now, his thin lips were slightly sloppy, and the lines of his face were not so soothing. Occasionally he looked up, and his eyes became a bit deep, very different from before.
Ugh!
Yang Zimei sighed secretly.
It is estimated that Song Xuan was not hit because he was arrested in the police station, but because those familiar with it fell into the rock, otherwise, he would no longer help people identify antiques.
She stepped forward and called softly, "Mr. Song—"
Song Xuan looked up, and saw her, smiling slightly, "Is there a little eyebrow?"
"Ok."
Yang Zimei sat down in a chair in front of him.
Song Xuan bent over and held out an object from the incense burner where Yang Zimei last fell here.
This incense burner has been cleaned, exuding the elegant luster unique to brass.
"Xiaomei, this incense burner is good. It can be concluded that it is a royal incense burner of the Han Dynasty." Song Xuan loved and stroked the clouds on the incense burner and said, "This value is great."