Lock Your Heart and Lock Your Love: Don't Marry a Rich Husband

Also, this girl really knows a lot of things. His cup, even if it is a collector who has studied these things, they can't tell the origin of this cup so accurately. , but she can see through it at a glance.

It is said that there is a poetic spirit in her abdomen. This girl's temperament is indeed very good, she looks noble and elegant, but what is different from everyone's ladies is that she also has Xiaojiabiyu's unique playfulness and frankness.

Calm and noble and pure and straightforward, these two feelings are completely different, but they are perfectly combined together. It neither looks weird nor abrupt, but makes people feel that this girl is very interesting, and she is neither arrogant nor casual. , making people especially want to get close to her.

Alas, it would be great if such a good girl could be my granddaughter...

"Hey, if Jiahui can be half as sensible as you, that would be great. I won't break things here anymore."

"Ah?" Zixin was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Does this have anything to do with throwing things?"

"Of course there are. The cups you hold in your hands are in pairs. Grandpa originally had another one, which was silver-studded with gold sapphires. But when Jiahui came to me last time, she lost her temper and made my cups look good. The cup fell on the ground, and the gems were worn out, which is a pity."

"Jiahui's child, her parents gave birth to a boy first, and they doted on her in every possible way, as a baby girl who was born later. As a result, she got used to her current arrogant appearance. How will she be able to marry in the future?"

Holding the ruby ​​cup, Zixin slowly sipped the rich and smooth cappuccino, listening to He Jiahui's grandfather chattering.

Maybe it's because people are old, they talk a lot, and the things they say are very trivial, but Zixin respects the old man very much, and listens carefully, until her stomach suddenly growls in protest, and the old man stops talking embarrassingly , asked with a bit of guilt, "Girl, you didn't eat?"

Bai Zixin clutched his stomach that was already aching from hunger, and his face blushed a lot, "Grandpa, I made you laugh, I slept too late in the morning, and when I woke up, Miss He called me over, so I still Didn't eat..."

"Oh, what can I do? It's been noon, and you haven't even eaten breakfast. Look at my granddaughter, what a mess, I have to wait for you to tell me anything. Have lunch!"

"No, you have to go to eat first. Although grandpa really wants to keep you here for a chat, your body is important. Oh, by the way, look at my memory. You also said that you have something to do. Alas, people lose their memory when they get old." Hun, grandpa, I'm sorry for leaving you here to listen to me, an old man, rambling on."

Bai Zixin shook his head, followed the old man's words to say goodbye, then walked to the glass door of the coffee shop with his bare feet, picked up his high heels and put them on, and then said goodbye politely.

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When Zixin returned to the hospital, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She held the food she bought for her mother with one hand, and pushed open the door of the ward with the other hand. She saw a figure rushing towards her, and she hurriedly backed away in fright. After two steps, he saw that it was Luo Yuchen.

"Zixin, where did you go just now? Why can't I find you anywhere? Besides, you didn't even bring your mobile phone with you. I thought something happened to you."