Wife-loving addiction: Jane's strong lock of marriage

Chapter 554 Self-inflicted (1)

"Well, it's pretty good," Ye Qingci glanced at the starting price, "Wow! It's so expensive! Do you have so much money?"

"Of course," Qiu Yuxi patted her chest, "I'm in school, but I'm just pretending to be a poor girl, but I'm not poor at all, okay? Don't forget, I'm in my company, but I have shares and pay dividends every year. You can get several million! I have saved so many years of dividends, is it not trivial to buy an ancient sword?"

"That's true," Ye Qingci nodded, "If Song Hanzhe finds out in the future that he abandoned you, a famous lady, because of a daughter from a small family, he will definitely ruin his guts!"

"That's why I said, it's my parents who taught me how to be a good person." Qiu Yuxi said happily, "Fortunately, I was with you and Feng Qing, and I pretended to be poor every day. My money will definitely lie to me for the rest of my life, then I will vomit to death!"

Ye Qingci nodded and smiled.

Back then in school, she, Feng Qing and Qiu Yuxi, the three of them, were recognized as best friends.

She and Feng Qing grew up together in an orphanage. The two of them were really poor, while Qiu Yuxi pretended to be poor.

What the two of them ate and wore, Qiu Yuxi ate and wore what they ate, exactly the same as them.

Because of this, Song Hanzhe thought that Qiu Yuxi, like them, was a girl from an ordinary family.

Together in Yuncheng, sooner or later, Song Hanzhe will know Qiu Yuxi's true identity.

At that time, the expression on Song Hanzhe's face must be wonderful.

After eating, the two of them went shopping again.

When it was almost time for the auction, Jiu Yue drove the two of them to the auction venue.

The ancient sword is the final treasure, and there are many antique jewelry in front of it.

Qiu Yuxi sat in the best position in the middle of the front row, holding the auction number plate, leaned into Ye Qingci's ear and said, "Cicai, do you see anything you like? Tell me if you have something, and I'll give it to you." !"

Ye Qingci smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

The auction hadn't started yet, and the two got together, whispering, talking and laughing.

Suddenly, a girl in a white dress and a man came together.

The girl in a white dress sat down beside Qiu Yuxi and looked back at her boyfriend beside her: "Hanzhe, give me my handbag."

The word "Han Zhe" got into Qiu Yuxi's ears, as if Qiu Yuxi's ears had been pricked by a needle, she immediately frowned and turned to look over.

It turned out to be Song Hanzhe!
At this moment, Song Hanzhe had a gentle and flattering smile on his face, and handed the exquisite handbag to the girl in the white dress sitting beside Qiu Yuxi.

With the help of the light, Qiu Yuxi could see the girl's face clearly.

The girl in the white dress is exactly the object of Song Hanzhe's cheating, the daughter of the vice mayor of Yuncheng: Yang Zhiyan!

Qiu Yuxi frowned even tighter, with a look of disgust on her face—what a pity!

How could it be such a coincidence to meet those two scumbags again!

Seeing the change in her expression, Ye Qingci asked with concern, "Yu Xi, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I saw a pair of trash, it's so hot to the eyes!" Qiu Yuxi turned her head, and said to Ye Qingci: "Song Hanzhe, that scumbag, and Yang Zhiyan, the bitch girl he hooked up with, these two people are really haunted!" San, come to buy a gift for my grandpa and still meet them, how disgusting!"

Ye Qingci looked over, and it really was Song Hanzhe.

The woman sitting next to him was pretty good looking, but she was not a class worse than the radiant Qiu Yuxi.

Ye Qingci looked away, "Forget it, just ignore them."

At this moment, the auction started.

Although Qiu Yuxi and Ye Qingci were not interested in anything other than the ancient sword, the other things were actually pretty good, so it was okay to watch them and gain insight.

The two watched with relish until the auctioneer brought up the ancient sword and quoted the starting price of the ancient sword.

Since it is the treasure of the finale, there must be many people staring at this ancient sword.

However, Qiu Yuxi did not expect that Yang Zhiyan and Song Hanzhe were also interested in that ancient sword.

Qiu Yuxi was determined to win the ancient sword, so she bid a very high price when it came up, scaring away a group of bidders.

As soon as she bid, Song Hanzhe noticed her, and Song Hanzhe's face changed suddenly.

He tugged on Yang Zhiyan's clothes, changed places with Yang Zhiyan, and prevented Qiu Yuxi from sitting down, with a gloomy expression, gritted his teeth and said, "Qiu Yuxi, why are you so lingering? Didn't I already tell you clearly? I I don't like you anymore! The person I like now is Zhiyan, don't pester me anymore, I won't change my mind!"

Qiu Yuxi laughed angrily, "Song Hanzhe, why are you so narcissistic? I like you? Why don't you find a mirror to reflect your current virtues, like a pug. I only liked you when I was blind before! You give me something Roll as far as you want, no one I like will like you!"

"You..." Song Hanzhe's face turned pale angrily, and he growled, "Since you don't like me anymore, why are you still following me? You're still making trouble for me! That ancient sword is very important to Zhiyan, We must get her, don't shout the price, the ancient sword is so expensive, you are a poor girl, can you afford it?"

This time, Song Hanzhe misunderstood a lot.

He ran into Qiu Yuxi again and again, and he misunderstood that Qiu Yuxi had no more love for him, and followed him time and time again, trying to get his attention and reconcile with him.

While complacent about his charm, he pretended to be distressed and scolded Qiu Yuxi.

He even secretly thought in his heart, if he had married Yang Zhiyan now, then it would not be impossible to accept Qiu Yuxi and be a lover.

After all, Yang Zhiyan's temperament was far from Qiu Yuxi's.

If it wasn't because of Yang Zhiyan's status, she was more noble than Qiu Yuxi, he would never give up Qiu Yuxi for Yang Zhiyan.

However, he hasn't got Yang Zhiyan yet, so he doesn't dare to half-heartedly, for fear that Yang Zhiyan will find out, and the bamboo basket will be empty.

"What did you say? I followed you?" Qiu Yuxi sneered incredulously, "Song Hanzhe, are you delusional? I follow no one, but I won't follow you! You are a scumbag who hates the poor and loves the rich, and clings to power. Wishing to stay far away from you, so as not to get bad luck, I follow you? Don't put gold on your face!"

"You..." What Song Hanzhe wanted to say, Qiu Yuxi glanced at him, raised the number, and calmly quoted the price again.

The price quoted by Qiu Yuxi this time has exceeded the value of the ancient sword itself, making Song Hanzhe feel that Qiu Yuxi did it on purpose!
(End of this chapter)