Chapter 3 "Which diamond do you like? Tell me the size."
Song Xi was stunned for two seconds before she realized that this was her handsome husband who knew nothing about anything.
Who said he was a liar? Wasn’t he actively adding her?
She tapped her fingertips and added the person.
The next second, a photo was sent over. It showed a whole row of various diamond rings, so dazzling even through the screen.
J: [Which one do you like? Tell me.]
Is he going to buy a diamond ring?
At first glance, the row of diamond rings sparkled with a bright light, and it seemed that each one was worth a lot of money.
She was wondering whether she should just pick one at random. After all, although they were husband and wife, they had only met for one night and were not really familiar with each other.
At this time, Zhang Hening had already come over and took a peek at her chat history and pictures.
"Pick the biggest one. A small diamond ring is worthless and won't hold its value. It's a waste of money!"
Song Xi glanced at her and asked, "Is it not good?"
"You've been completely taken advantage of, yet you're still trying to save money for others. No wonder this scumbag was able to fool you for several years."
“…”
She can't get over this dark love history.
Zhang Hening directly pressed the voice button on the screen, coughed, and spoke in a coquettish voice.
"Honey, I want the third one on the right, the biggest one with a pigeon egg, and a wrist circumference of 7.5. Thank you, honey, muah."
Song Xi hadn't reacted yet.
Zhang Hening has already clicked send.
She frantically tried to withdraw the message, but ended up clicking delete, and was completely screwed.
"Zhang, He, Ning!!!" Song Xi was so angry that he wanted to beat her up.
"Maybe he thinks you're a utilitarian woman and will divorce you right away." Zhang Hening looked at her sideways, "Do you dare to say you don't regret it?"
“…” Song Xi was speechless.
Yes, she did feel a little regretful.
I got married to a man for some unknown reason and got married to him in a daze.
If her family knew about this, she would probably be beaten up by the whole family.
If the man really regrets it now, it would be an opportunity for them to quickly get a divorce and pretend it never happened.
Song Xi stared at the dialog box expectantly, but it was as quiet as a chicken on the other side.
There was no news for several minutes.
In front of the counter, Jing Zhuo listened quietly to the familiar tone of the voice coming from the phone, which was coquettish, pretentious and dramatic, and was silent for several seconds.
He exited the window, changed his work ID, and opened Zhang Hening's circle of friends.
Sure enough, I saw that she posted a nine-grid photo of food, a pile of colorful food, and a white and extremely beautiful hand was vaguely visible in the upper right corner of the hot pot table.
That hand... he touched it last night.
Soft, slender, very beautiful hands, and very powerful when they tickled his forearm.
Jing Zhuo's eyes dimmed slightly. He exited the interface and called He's house's landline.
"Hello, sir?" Aunt Wang at home answered the phone.
Jing Zhuo asked concisely: "Is He Ning at home now?"
"She's not here. She went out to eat hotpot with her bestie."
"The best friend who is thin, fair, has big eyes, fluffy and slightly curly hair, and has a mole at the corner of her eye?"
"Yes, that's her."
Aunt Wang sighed and said that the gentleman had a really good memory. She didn't even know that Miss He Ning's best friend had a mole at the corner of her eye.
"Okay, got it. I'll hang up, Aunt Wang."
Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes and hung up the phone.
At the counter, the teller was still asking him, "Sir, would you like to see if you still need this pigeon egg diamond ring?"
"Yes." Jing Zhuo said, "The finger size is 7.5. Please help me wrap it up."
"OK."
The teller went to do the operation. Jing Zhuo stood there without leaving. He opened his phone and sent a video to Song Xi.
After a long, long time, the other end finally picked up the phone.
It was half of a woman's fair face, with her long hair loosely tied behind her head, revealing a small light brown mole at the corner of her eye.
Jing Zhuo confirmed that it was him and pointed the camera at a row of rings.
"Pick another one." The man's low voice came over.
"ah?"
"Pick it yourself." He was frugal with his words but would not tolerate any refusal.
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