Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"It's much simpler for people without money. For example, for me, I will find a girl who is pleasing to the eye, who is responsible and responsible, and then marry her and have two babies." Smiling, "I will also do my best to take good care of my wife and raise my children—or, this is the role of a person throughout his life."

"Many people think so, right?" Duanmu Baolian said with a smile.

"Yes, many people think so." Xia Ying smiled, "However, the girl I like is not pleasing to the eye, and I like other men, and then I am persistent and determined to chase her. I’m afraid that for many people, it’s love.”

"It sounds like it is." Duanmu Baolian tilted her head, thinking about this question seriously.

"But it's actually not." Xia Ying shook his head and said, "My persistence will harass that girl, and even bring a lot of inconvenience to her life, and what's more, it will cause her own mistakes in judgment, so love is not rational It’s just a flamboyant game that requires a lot of money and time to keep it fresh. Love only needs to be unswerving until death, and there is no need to stay together for life.”

"Good philosophical words!" Duanmu Baolian laughed for no reason, and the depression in her heart was much less.

"Boss, do you like Mr. Mei or Mr. Feng?" Xia Ying couldn't help but probe out immediately, remembering the things Mr. Mei entrusted.

Duanmu Baolian froze, raised her head instinctively, and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm just curious!" Xia Ying said with a sneer.

"Hey..." Duanmu Baolian smiled, got up, walked upstairs, and said, "When will uncle come back?"

"I don't know. When Mr. Mei went out, he only said that he would be later." Xia Ying said.

"Okay!" Duanmu Baolian nodded, went back to the room, took a shower, changed into a loose nightgown, leaned on the bed, and turned on the TV.

The golden plum insect flapped its wings and flew out from her nails, rolled on the back of her hand, and called, "Master..."

"Hmm... I'm bothered about your master." Duanmu Baolian said angrily.

"Trouble your uncle?" Jin Meichong laughed like a human being, "Dear beautiful mistress, in fact, your uncle is right."

"Huh?" Duanmu Baolian was stunned. Although Zhang Fengzhen was miserable, she had been with her uncle for more than 20 years anyway?If it is said that there is no emotion, it is impossible, but why is the uncle saying that he is going to get a divorce?She still knows his uncle's temperament better. He is honest, timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but he is stubborn, and even nine cows can't pull back what he has decided.

"I've been wandering around in your world for a while and learned a local dialect, would you like to listen to it?" Jin Meichong smiled childishly.

"What local dialect?" Duanmu Baolian asked puzzled.

"When people reach middle age, they just look forward to being promoted, getting rich, and killing their wives!" Jin Meichong was busy flapping his wings and flying to the side as he spoke, far away from Duanmu Baolian, and then looked at her innocently. , Said, "Your uncle didn't die with his wife, so he can only think about changing her."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Duanmu Baolian rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, oh my god, if I let my uncle know that I was slandered like this by an unscrupulous insect, I don't know if I will call it He stomped to death, "My uncle is not such a person."