When An Yin and Xia Xin returned to Xia’s house, they were only over one year old and arrived at the Qin family at the age of four.

Did Xia Xin teach her to wear that anklet, or was there someone else? Jiukan Chinese website

If it was Xia Xin's thing, how could it fall into Rong Xun's hands?

If it weren't Xia Xin's, who would it be?

There were so many mystery he didn't know about An Yin.

Qin Jian slowly pursed his lips.

Rong Xun, who was standing in the dark, saw this, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He asked Jin Peng to put out the anklet in the black market to see An Yin's reaction and see if she felt the aura of Meizu.

I didn't expect An Yin to wear that ankle.

The reason why he gave such a condition was to avoid buying anklets.

Unexpectedly, An Yin put on the anklet.

The anklet was given to my aunt by Mu Shiliang, and it was customized by the world's top decoration designer.

Even he doesn't know how to button it up, how could An Yin be?

Jin Peng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. Rong Xun clearly said that no one could wear this anklet, but An Yin actually put it on.

The prodigal girl stared at the ankle worn on An Yin's ankle, her eyes straightened. When she saw the ankle, she thought it was beautiful, but she didn't expect that it would be so beautiful after wearing it, and shouted: "Try it for me."

An Yinji was reluctant to take off the anklet, but this was a black market, no matter where the things came from. Not to mention that she had only seen this anklet in her dream, even if she had seen it in reality, she would not have taken it for herself.

Moreover, she also wanted to know what the relationship between this stall owner and the owner of the ankle.

Could he be that boy?

When An Yin thought of this, she couldn't help but look at the stall owner again.

She had no memory and could not see the boy's face.

There is no way to tell whether the stall owner in front of him is the boy.

Yiyi was reluctant to take off her anklet and handed it to the prodigal girl.

The prodigal girl learned to An Yin and wrapped the golden silk around her ankle, but she let her pinch and rub her hands, and once she loosened her head on both sides, she couldn't connect.

The prodigal girl struggled for a long time and finally lost her patience. She suppressed her anger and asked An Yin, "How did you put it on."

Jin Peng found it funny. They are now contenders, so how could An Yin tell her the method?

"There is no way, it listens to me." An Yin certainly would not tell the other party about the method.

The woman in shorts who hadn't spoken said coldly: "Do you think it's a dog? You do whatever you want it to do? This is just a twisted gold wire, how can you listen to people's words?"

"No matter what, I'll put it on, you can't put it on." This ankle was an unexplainable existence, and An Yin didn't need to explain it anymore, "Boss, I want this ankle."

If the other party can't wear it, it will be useless if it pays more. Logically, the other party will not continue to increase the price. As long as she pays a little more money than the other party, she can buy anklets.

"Okay, I'll bring the money, and the anklet belongs to you." Jin Peng handed the anklet to An Yin.

"Who said it was her?" The prodigal girl suddenly had a dark face and said coldly: "One hundred thousand yuan, I'll pay one hundred thousand yuan."

Jin Peng was stunned for a moment and kindly reminded, "Girl, you can't wear this ankle. Even if you give me more money, you can't belong to you."

"I can't want things, but she doesn't want them either." The prodigal girl looked as dark as the bottom of a pot, took out a hundred thousand pieces of chip ticket and threw it on the street stall, and glanced at An Yin coldly.

An Yin frowned slightly, harming others and not benefiting herself.
Chapter completed!