When Gao Zinyin touched these bags, she remembered the first Hermès bag that Jiang Yancheng gave her.
How could he not spot a fake? The feel was completely different, the details and workmanship were all different. She thought he couldn't tell because she had never seen the original.
Gao Zinyin began to feel sorry for herself at that time. She had never seen anything, understood nothing, and was ridiculed by Jiang Yancheng. He never said it, but only felt disgust in his heart.
So, he was going to resign and break up with her without mercy.
Gao Zinyin still video chats with her mother every day. She didn't say she couldn't go back home, but said that she had just arrived and hadn't started learning anything yet, so it wouldn't be nice to go back home. She said she worked in the finance department, but she was already familiar with all the cosmetics. She also said that she would send some cosmetics to her mother and sister later.
Sun Juan felt relieved when she heard her daughter say this. She said that the old house was going to be demolished. If Gao Ziyin's household registration was still there, she could be allocated an extra house. However, Gao Ziyin's nationality had just been changed.
"It's just an apartment." Gao Zinyin smiled.
"By the way, how is Song Xun? Has anyone visited him?" Gao Ziyin asked again.
Gao Zihan said happily, "I'll go see him tomorrow. Today is the winter solstice."
Sun Juan then made dumplings.
Dumplings and wontons are the same thing. Wontons are delicious, but dumplings are also not very delicious.
Sun Juan’s buns are stuffed with three fresh delicacies.
On the next day, Gao Zihan brought dumplings to the party.
This was the first time Gao Zihan had ever been to a mansion.
Although it is not a temporary office space, it is also very luxurious. I heard that the rent alone is tens of millions a year. After all, it is a company with so many employees.
Gao Ziyin didn't know which floor Song Xun was on, so she called Song Xun when she was in the lobby downstairs.
Jiang Yancheng happened to come downstairs. He saw Gao Zihan holding something in his hand, which seemed to be a thermos.
He felt a little disdainful in his heart: Besides sending food, sending food, can't there be some new ideas?
Song Xun came downstairs next.
Gao Zihan looked at Jiang Yancheng and turned his head away immediately, "Mom said, Jiang Yancheng is not a good person!"
Song Xun came down and Gao Zihan greeted him with a bright smile. "Today is the Winter Solstice. Ziyin asked me to come see you yesterday. My mother made dumplings for you. Try them. You have to eat dumplings on the Winter Solstice to prevent your ears from freezing."
After hearing this, Jiang Yancheng drove out of the door. He wanted to go to the new construction site to see how the progress was. He had been supervising the work like he had obsessive-compulsive disorder recently, and everything had to be done according to his requirements.
After getting in the car at the door, he looked at Gao Zihan and Song Xun standing in the hall.
Gao Zihan was still dressed like a student. After all, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. She wore pink snow boots with long ears, long hair draped over her shoulders, and a tan horn button coat.
Horn button coat!
This looks like a student's outfit.
During this year, he found several female students.
Most of them are thirteen or fourteen years old. Some are female students who have just graduated from college and been admitted to graduate school. They are about nineteen or ten years old and have just entered the school. They are not so bold yet.
Once, he asked a ten-year-old girl in bed, "Don't you need to talk to your mother?"
The little girl covered her chest with the quilt and said, "How could I tell my mother about this?"
Jiang Yancheng said nothing, "One hundred thousand a month, I'll cover you for a month."
The reason why he wanted to keep this girl was because she barely satisfied him.
There is no special smell on her body, and her skills in bed are just okay!
That’s all I can say.
Although she was very proactive and not passive, she didn't know what was not to Jiang Yancheng's liking.
I can only say that compared to others, it's not satisfactory.
He didn't want to find anyone else during this month.
"Boss, can it be 150,000? You know prices are rising a lot now. A bag costs 20,000 or 30,000." said the girl.
Jiang Yancheng wrote a check for 150,000 yuan, but never came to see the girl again.
He thought that every young girl had that fresh orchid-like temperament, but after searching for a long time, he found that many young girls had the smell of their own body, or the smell of laundry detergent, except for the smell of inferior cosmetics. Jiang Yancheng had a very sharp nose. Once, he got on the bed, didn't do it, and got off again.
There was a strong smell of flesh on that girl's body, not a virtual fleshy smell, but a real fleshy smell. The girl was quite good-looking, tall and thin, and looked very clean and like a lady from a noble family.
But it was this smell that made Jiang Yancheng feel nauseous for no reason.
He also has his own setbacks.
This year, Jiang Yancheng wasted a lot of money on this.
Jiang Yancheng looked at Gao Zihan and Song Xun standing together.
He drove, thinking: Do we eat dumplings on the winter solstice? Why didn't anyone tell him?
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