80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun put the pen holder and snuff bottle into his schoolbag, and asked intentionally, "Aren't the other eyebrows going to take action?"

Wu Mei didn't want to answer: "I want to keep those for myself, and I don't plan to sell them."

She has long thought about it. Although she can make a lot of money by selling antiques, her age is really too eye-catching. It can be done once or twice, but it will definitely arouse suspicion in the long run. This kind of person with no background, no backer and no brains, if people stare at her, she is not sure to retreat, and she is not sure to protect Qiuqiu.

She already has a house, as long as the money is enough for her to spend, she can keep these antiques. When she becomes strong, she will take it slowly, or one day she will not be short of money, just like Uncle Ma in the future. Build a private museum yourself, and you can eat and drink after receiving tickets.

And what she gave to Yan Mingshun was carefully selected. Now she can judge whether the object is valuable or not based on the reaction of Qiuqiu. The vanity box and snuff bottle are the ones that are not very valuable. When I took it out, I felt that it should be worth more than the old money I returned.

Yan Mingshun didn't ask any more questions. He just glanced at it roughly and didn't know anything else, but the two paintings were signed by Bada Shanren. From this point of view, nine out of ten are genuine works, and their value is invaluable. estimated.

If Wu Mei wanted to get rid of it, he would definitely buy it and keep it for himself. He was sure that in the past ten years, the value of these paintings would definitely increase several times, or it would be hard to find a single painting.

Wu Mei put a clean silver bracelet on her wrist. The white and delicate wrist and the mysterious and beautiful bracelet complement each other. It is indescribably beautiful. Wu Mei raised her wrist, smiled at Yan Mingshun, and asked, "Brother Mingshun, you look good. Do not?"

Yan Mingshun realized that he had been in a trance for a while, turned his head angrily, and smiled unnaturally, "Good-looking."

He was so distracted by the claws of a stinky little girl, it was really inappropriate, and he ran ten extra laps at night.

"You have to go to Xiong's house in the afternoon to recognize your relatives. It's better to go back early."

Wu Mei jumped into the car and hugged the urn tightly, cautiously, if the urn was broken, Qiu Qiu would definitely be very angry, she had to hug it tightly.

"Brother Mingshun, shall we go to Huaihai Road first? I want to put these things there." Wu Mei whispered.

"Okay"

Yan Mingshun turned his head and rode in the direction of Huaihai Road. He remembered that the bungalow had a dark room, and Wu Mei could put things in that dark room.

"I asked someone to change the lock in the afternoon so it's more secure."

"But I don't have that much money now~www.readwn.com~ Wu Mei is a little embarrassed.

"I'll put it on for you first, and then return it to me when these two things are taken off my hands."

"Well, thank you Mingshun brother." Wu Mei was grateful.

"Don't always say thank you in the future." Yan Mingshun instructed, he didn't like listening to the little girl saying thank you very much, he felt very special.

"Well, thank you no more." Wu Mei responded obediently, Yan Mingshun's lips curled slightly, and his faint smile was even warmer than Qiuyang.

Wu Mei left behind three silver ornaments. These are small in size and can be kept close to them. She wants to wash the silver ornaments after returning to see their true colors. she buys.

Ten bucks!

Because he went to Huaihai Road for a turn, Wu Mei came home a little late, it was past eleven o'clock, He Biyun had already got up, and was cooking lunch in front of the stove. . Eight zero sweet wife