Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 215

In the outer courtyard of the courtyard in the middle of the night, there are only a few lights left, dim and dim, with slanting long shadows.The north wind was blowing so loudly that it almost dried the base makeup on Jiang Yan's face.

She looked at the tough-looking man standing in front of her, and asked again: "You suddenly called me here because you wanted to annoy Tang Xi'en?"

"Otherwise, do you still think that I asked you to come to see your parents?" The man threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, "It's none of your business here, you can go."

Jiang Yan sneered: "Let's go? You think I'm here for you?"

The man turned to look at her, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yan looked at Li Tao coldly, but there was an inevitable smile on her lips.

She took out her phone from her bag, pressed it a few times, and showed him the blank folder: "Tonight I suddenly discovered that our videos and photos are not harmful to Tang Xi'en. I overestimated I have deleted your importance to her now, and she will never see these photos and videos, so you can rest assured and continue chasing her!"

After speaking, he returned to the inner courtyard with a smile.

Li Tao was stunned, staring at the back of Yaoye who was leaving, he was stunned for a while, as if he suddenly figured out something, he chased after her.

Only Mr. Fu and a few male elders were sitting in the inner hall. Seeing Li Tao coming in, Mr. Fu said, "Your mother and the others are in your grandma's room."

Li Tao strode to the back room, and saw several people standing in front of Grandma Fu's safe, including Jiang Yan.

After walking over, I realized that it was Fu Shiyu who pestered Grandma Fu to give Tang Xi'en a pair of "Eighteen Sons" from the Qing Dynasty, and then Fu Baiyun also took the opportunity to come over to ask for jewelry for Jiang Yan.

The priceless eighteen sons of Huang Yu had already been worn by Tang Xi'en, while Grandma Fu was currently considering what gift to choose for Jiang Yan.

Seeing Li Tao coming in, Grandma Fu quickly waved to him: "Xiao Tao, go to grandma's side."

Li Tao walked over, leaned over slightly, Grandma Fu leaned into his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Are you and this lawyer Jiang really here?"

Li Tao didn't answer, but shook his head.

Grandma Fu understood now. She patted his arm and signaled him to get up. Then, she took out a gold bracelet from a large jewelry box and gave it to Jiang Yan as a meeting gift.

When Fu Baiyun saw it, he protested on the spot: "Mom, you give that..." Without saying a word, Li Tao dragged him outside.

On Fu Shiyu's side, he got something good and went out with his arms around Tang Xi'en's shoulders.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan put the gold bracelet on her hand, said "Thank you, grandma" to Grandma Fu, and immediately chased her out, but when she reached the inner hall, Fu Shiyu and Tang Xi'en had disappeared.

She immediately put on her coat and chased after her. From a distance, she saw Fu Shiyu's space gray Urus, which was about to leave the outer courtyard. The window of the car was lowered halfway. Shi Yu, the two were talking and laughing, very close.

Fu Shiyu looked at Tang Xi'en with eyes full of respect, pampering, and pity. This is the kind of eyes that only appear when a man loves to the extreme.

Jiang Yan suddenly remembered that she had been entangled with Li Tao for so many years, but she had never seen this kind of look on him.

She used to think that a career-oriented man would have no love for children, but it was not...
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The car drove out of the old house, and Fu Shiyu raised the window.

Tang Xi'en was still studying the string of eighteen beads in his hand, and he turned on the flashlight to illuminate the beads, and made various arrangements.

Seeing that she was fascinated, Fu Shiyu smiled and said, "This is called 'Eighteen Sons'. It was something that concubines in the Qing Dynasty hung on their clothes or held in their hands to play with. You can look it up online and you will know how to wear it. gone."

"Qing Dynasty?" Tang Xi'en whispered, looking at the string in his hand in astonishment, "Then this is an antique!"

Fu Shiyu nodded, and said seriously: "Just like the bracelet last time, it is a priceless item. You should keep it well and don't lose it. It will be left to our children and grandchildren in the future."

"Oh..." Tang Xien held the string of beads, neither taking nor putting them down, "How about giving me such a precious thing, what if I lose it and damage it?"

"Then spank."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

She kept chattering along the way, but before returning home, she studied the usage of Shibazi.

At this time, she saw her hang the eighteen pieces on the button on the chest of the coat, and then let it hang down naturally. When she got off the car, she happily asked Fu Shiyu: "Does this look good?"

Shibazi is a string of eighteen topaz beads strung together. The middle part is composed of several exquisite cloisonné ornaments, and the tail is divided into two ends, each inlaid with a green cat's eye jade. It can be played as a bracelet or decorated on clothes as a brooch.

Such an object can no longer be described as beautiful, it more represents the identity, status, and financial resources of the wearer.

Fu Shiyu entered the elevator with Tang Xi'en in his arms, kissed her temple hair, looked at the eighteen sons on her chest through the elevator's reflective wall, and boasted: "It looks good, you make the eighteen sons very energetic."
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Back home, Tang Xi'en put Shibazi together with the fragrant wood inlaid gold bracelet from last time, and put them in the watch cabinet in the cloakroom.

Fu Shiyu went to take a shower, and she continued to pack the suitcase.As I was collecting it, a red envelope suddenly fell from a pile of clothes.

She picked it up and turned it over to look at the back, and there were eight characters written on it in a flying and flying style-Happy New Year, my baby!
She opened the red envelope dumbfounded, and stuffed a few brand new banknotes inside, and the count was exactly 520 yuan.

"childish!"

Although she said she was so disgusted, she was not willing to throw away the red envelope bag, and just put it in the innermost compartment of the wallet.

After putting away the red envelope, she suddenly had a plan. She also took out a red envelope, put 520 yuan in it, and wrote on the outside——Peach Blossoms Retired!
After finishing writing, while waiting for the words to dry, she took Fu Shiyu's wallet on the side table and opened it, and was about to stuff the red envelope into it, when she suddenly saw two strange photos.

One is a photo of her and Fu Shiyu P together when she applied for a fake marriage certificate; the other is a ID photo with a blue background that she took a few years ago.The photo pixels are not high, as if it was taken from a screenshot and then printed out.

The two photos are neatly next to each other in the photo compartment of the wallet.

This was Tang Xi'en's first time looking through Fu Shiyu's wallet. Seeing him put their photos together, and he could see them every time he opened the wallet, he felt warm in his heart.

"Why are you staring at my wallet in a daze?" Fu Shiyu came in at some point.

"Ah?" Tang Xien turned around to look at him, holding his wallet in his hand, "It's not like we didn't have a photo together, why did you put two such fake photos in?"

Fu Shiyu sat on the soft stool and wiped his hair, and said in a calm tone, "We were not together when the photo was posted, and we didn't take a photo together."

Tang Xi'en said "Oh", ran over and hugged him from behind, put his arms around his neck, kissed him on the cheek with his head sideways, and pretended to be disgusted, and said, "You are really not reserved."

"Too reserved to catch up with you."...

　This "eighteen sons" is the string of beads that the concubines hang on the cloth button of the slanted jacket in the palace drama of the Qing Dynasty. It is really priceless.The Fu family is Old Money (old nobleman), belonging to a family whose ancestors have been rich and powerful for several generations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)