Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Yang Yahui has always been reluctant to use it, so she just took out the golden key from the suitcase and went to a gold shop to get a chain to wear it. Wearing it around her neck, it was impossible to tell that it was a key.

She wears it when going out and bathing, and is reluctant to take it off even when she goes to bed at night.It wasn't until some time that Yang Yahui looked in the mirror and discovered that the original shiny golden key had begun to have thin scratches on it. The gold color no longer shined. When worn on her chest, it seemed that it had been lost. The glory.

She took it off distressedly and wiped it carefully. Yang Yahui didn't even have the heart to polish it for fear of any damage.

When Jian Shaobo saw it, he frowned in disgust: "Things are just for use! Why are you holding it so tightly?"

Be careful about it?Yang Yahui herself thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure it out.

She thought, regardless of the significance of the suitcase itself, if she had ten or eight suitcases like this, she probably wouldn't be nervous about this one.If she has jewelry that she can't wear, she can't afford to hang this key on her chest like a treasure every day.

Nothing at all.

After she married Jian Shaobo, she never received flowers again, never saw gifts again, and never had anything like this on her dressing table, in her closet, or even in this small home where she also had a share. thing.

I have never added such a "good-looking but useless" thing again.

It was so quiet on the other end of the phone that Jian Anran couldn't hear a sound, "Hello?"

"Hello? Mom, can you hear me?"

Yang Yahui said with a hoarse voice, "You can hear me."

"..."

"Did you know something?"

At first, when Jian Anran suddenly called and asked about the big American suitcase, Yang Yahui felt strange.Because she had seen many news about children suffocating to death after hiding in boxes or cabinets, since Jane Anran could crawl, she put the suitcase away.

When Jian Anran started to learn to walk, she liked to walk around the house holding on to the wall. Yang Yahui was not at ease, so after thinking about it, she locked the suitcase and hung the key on her chest all year round.

Fortunately, Jian Anran, who was still a baby at that time, was not very interested in this old box. Until she became an adult, Jian Anran almost never mentioned this box.

The time of Jian Anran's call happened to be when she was off work. It seemed that she had been thinking about it all day and was waiting for her to make the call after work.

Jian Anran tried to speak several times, but she didn't know which angle to speak from.

Maybe I'm overthinking it?How could the mistress of a group boss have her mother’s dowry?

Let's not mention people like Director Valin. The oil left in the fingers is enough for ordinary people to live for ten or eight years. They will never be so picky. Even the mistress who lives outside has to buy other people's second-hand products. Bar?

"An Ran, are you listening?" Yang Yahui asked quickly when she heard the silence on the other side.

Jian Anran made up her mind, "I'm listening."

"Have you ever heard of a woman named Li before?"

Yang Yahui was puzzled, "The surname is Li? Which Li?"

Jian Anran replied, "Lizi's Li, I don't know her name. I only heard others calling her Mrs. Li."

"Today she came close to me, and I saw the necklace around her neck, which looked very much like the one you had before."