Forever Worthy of Your Love

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Hua Lin froze for a long time before she recovered.

"Asheng...you..."

Hua Sheng looked at Hua Lin's eyes stunned for a while, and smiled, "Did you feel surprised?"

Hualin nodded.

"I feel like you are a little stranger today. It is not like you you have known for many years."

Hua Sheng asked her, "What did I look like before?"

"I don't like talking, I don't like to laugh, I love words like gold, and my personality is quite cold."

Hua Sheng lowered his head and smiled lightly.

"A Sheng, you should be very happy, right? At the Jiang family?" Hua Lin suddenly asked such a sentence.

"What do you say about the Jiang family? You can’t say happiness, you know that my marriage has no emotional foundation, but it’s just a marriage... But the Jiang family is kind to me, and I’m quite free, so enough."

Hua Lin thought that Hua Sheng must have been a good one in the Jiang family, and his talents were better than before. He laughed more and talked more than before.

When the grandmother's will was announced last time, Hua Sheng was besieged by all, and Jiang came out to protect his wife, especially a man.

If you want to come, as far as the five sisters are concerned, Jiang Liu will certainly be kind to him.

But there were some things that Hua Lin didn't say too well, and she was not that gossip.

The two chatted for two hours.

Hua Lin mainly apologized and brought some books to Hua Sheng.

When we parted, Huasheng looked at it very early.

Chuntao suggested that there is also a stall of antiques and groceries nearby, you can go shopping.

However, this time the relatively low-end, are all stalls, things are true and false, you may be fooled if you are not careful.

But Huasheng is in a good mood, thinking that since passing by, then go shopping.

As a result, the master and servant walked towards the antique and grocery market where dragons and snakes were mixed.

This is an improvement of a flea market. There are four trips in the street, all of which are selling goods.

However, the quality of things is indeed inferior, and there are many fakes with even fake workmanship.

It's just to fool some rich artillery who want to understand the actual but not understand.

No, I just met one when I entered.

A young man in his twenties with fat ears and a thick gold chain around his neck is very exaggerated.

Wearing Versace's clothes is very fancy.

He held an LV handbag and hugged a young girl with a tender look.

The little girl was not very young, but she wore very thick makeup and wore black stockings and a short skirt.

When Hua Sheng passed by, they were watching a bowl sold by an old man.

The old man was worn out and worn, and his face was still gray, but... the more it is, the more attractive it is to buyers.

Because buyers subconsciously think that such villagers are real and do not lie.

They even think that they have good things left by their ancestors, or they dug them near their homes.

"Boy, it’s really not expensive for me to sell your bowl of 10,000 yuan. My wife and I don’t understand this. I just want to change some money to treat my son, otherwise I will definitely not sell it. This bowl is still my grandfather’s. Grandpa stayed, I heard that it was the blue and white of the Ming Dynasty, and the goods from the official kiln. You bought it and changed hands to find someone who knew the goods. Hundreds of thousands are not a problem..."

After the old man finished, it was obvious that the fat man was tempted.

Hua Sheng glanced at the two with a slight sigh, "This year, there are too many fools, and the scammers are obviously not enough."

The voice was not loud, but the little girl next to the fat man had ears, and when he heard it, he glared at Huasheng.

"Why are you talking, who is a fool?"

Chun Tao was rushing to fight directly and was stopped by Hua Sheng.

She shook her head and motioned not to let her go up.

"Miss, such a person, you owe it to you, don't stop me." Chun Tao couldn't hold her anger.