Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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She looked at the shop again.

In the last life, since Xuan Song married, his wife has often sat next to him to see him appraise, and then listened to him to explain the knowledge about antiques very seriously, the two of them are harmonious and enviable. .

At least the last generation of Yang Zimei was envious of his wife being able to marry such a good husband.

There is no figure of his wife now, and she looks at him and finds that he is single, showing that he is unmarried and has no children.

what happened? Has his destiny changed?

She stood in line behind her, waiting for about nine people, Fang's turn.

When Song Xuan saw a white, slender and slender hand, without a flaw in his hand, stretched out in front of himself, he felt something, and looked up, hurriedly looking up, seeing a white dress, extremely beautiful, lips A girl of about fifteen years old with a smile of Yingying stood in front of herself slimly. His heart seemed to be stimulated, and then she paused, then beat up strongly.

is her! It really is her!

From the bit of cinnabar between her eyebrows, he clearly recognized her.

Although it looks a little different from when I was a kid, the glory between my eyebrows and the movement of my pupils can't be achieved by others.

He has always been calm and calm, and his quiet eyes lit up with waves of ecstasy. He almost swept Yang Zimei past.

"Zimei, you're here!" He suppressed his excitement, his tone flat and low, as if asking a friend who had only met for a long time.

Listening to his words, Yang Zimei's heart also passed a touch of warmth and touch.

He really remembers himself and recognizes himself at a glance!

"Sorry, I lost about ten years," she said guiltily.

"It's good to come!" Song Xuan stood up, and clenched his fists to those who were waiting to be lined up for the appraisal. "Everyone, I'm sorry, I have a distinguished guest. Today's appraisal is up to now. Please come back tomorrow . "

The people in the queue behind were disappointed, and even if they wanted to scold, they dared to defame them.

Before he did not help himself with the appraisal, it was not possible to offend people. If he went to appraisal elsewhere, the cost would not be low, and the appraisal level might not be high.

Only You left.

"Zi Mei, sit on the second floor." Song Xuan instructed his clerk to pack up and took Yang Zimei to the second floor.

The furnishings on the second floor are antique, the furniture is quaint mahogany furniture, planted with a few plates of orchids, and the tea set on the coffee table is good purple sand.

Yang Zimei glanced around and found that most of the objects here were alive, even the pen holder of the brush pen was antique.

Really rich!

Yang Zimei sighed secretly in her heart.

Song Xuan asked her to sit down and make her kung fu tea with a teapot.

His tea making process was done in one go, his expression was indifferent, and his movements were elegant, making Yang Zimei look like he was enjoying an art performance.

"Zimi, please drink tea."

Yang Zimei took the cup, and saw that the soup was bright orange and yellow, the leaves were red and green, and the aroma was rich with orchid fragrance. Just smelling it was enough to make people feel refreshed.

She took a sip, and the gentle touch of her tongue made her feel as if she were in Zhilan's room, leaving fragrance on her cheeks.

Looking at her tea looking down, Song Xuan thought of a word: beauty is like jade.

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