Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 305 Next week's auction, come with me?Don't blame her for making a fuss.

Duan Zijin’s previous generation’s conditions were not bad. Although she gradually declined after her birth because of her grandfather’s illness and father’s runaway from home, she has also received a lot of education in this area since she was a child. She knows a little bit about how to choose, how to look at diamonds, collecting and painting, etc.

Later, when she made money, Ah Qing's company gradually improved, and her living conditions got better and better. It is a woman's innate interest to pay attention to brands and luxury goods.After a short glance, it is not difficult to recognize that this is a very rare and valuable pigeon blood red. Under the light, the delicate red radiance hidden in its depth is like mellow and intoxicating wine, so beautiful that you can only marvel.

Pigeon's blood red is something that rich people can afford, not to mention that it is not just a single pendant, but a large upside-down triangular necklace made of platinum and red diamonds. Seen at banquets and entertainment circles.Every diamond is worth a fortune. I don't know how much this entire necklace will cost.

Jiang Lin ignored her cynicism. After putting it on for her, he adjusted it slightly, then let go of it, and stepped aside.

His expression was very pale, from the beginning to the end, he didn't even ask her if she liked it, and he didn't take her resistance seriously.

It was as if it was his own unilateral wish to give her something and treat her well, and he didn't expect anything from her.

This realization made Duan Zijin frowned slightly, "Jiang Lin?"

The man just stared at the necklace on her neck, only to come back to his senses when she called her, his handsome and deep eyebrows were rare and refined, "Huh?"

He was careful when he put the necklace on for her, but she didn't hesitate when she took it off, "I said, I don't accept things from men, you can take them back."

Jiang Lin watched her movements and didn't stop her. He just pursed his thin lips slightly, put his hands into his trousers pockets, and looked at her calmly.

When she handed the necklace back, he didn't reach out to take it. Duan Zijin waited for a while and saw that the man didn't respond, so he looked up at him, just in time to hear him say indifferently: "What I gave you is yours. If you don't want , you can find a way to deal with it yourself, whether you throw it away or destroy it, you don’t need to return it to me.”

Duan Zijin sneered upon hearing this, "You pretend I don't know the price of this necklace?"

Throw it ruined?She was really afraid of being struck by lightning.

The man was still looking at her with a calm expression, his thin cold lips moved, and said four words lightly.Not loudly, but very clearly, "You deserve it."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his wrist and glanced at his watch, "I'll go back and change my clothes, and I'll pick you up for dinner after get off work."

"Jiang Lin!"

"I asked Yu Song to invite a chef from a Michelin restaurant in Italy, and he should be here in the evening." His tone was ordinary, mixed with a few hints of gentleness that was hard to detect, "I don't like seafood noodles, huh? Let him make it for you .”

"unnecessary."

He was completely indifferent to her protest, took steps with his slender legs, pushed open the door of her house and left.

Duan Zijin is completely confused about his current state, he seems to be entertaining himself, treating her sickly, taking care of everything about her, but not to make her happy, but more like... ...In order to achieve a certain obsession in his heart that has become a demon.

It was like, if he didn't do this, he would really go crazy and die.

Duan Zijin didn't know why he had such an idea, and then, cold sweat covered his back.

What's up with him?

*

In the evening, Jiang Lin came to pick her up like yesterday.

Duan Zijin didn't wait for him in the garden this time.

He was sitting in the car, the light of the setting sun was blocked by the car windows, and the light in the car was a little dim.The man's face looked alienated and indifferent in such dim light, to be more precise, it was a deep-seated indifference that could penetrate into the bottom of the heart and make people feel chills all over.

Feeling the irritability in his heart, he took a cigarette and lit it, his handsome outline was blurred by the bluish-white smoke, which in turn deepened his cold and gloomy aura.

She didn't wait for him in the garden, did she think he was annoying, or what?

You just thought it was a breakup dinner yesterday, so you came out to meet him happily, right?

She's happy to finally get away from you instead of being with you and having dinner with you.

She hates you, Jiang Lin.

You are sorry for her.

This kind of thought was inhaled into the lungs along with the smoke, and turned into bone-eating poison, corroding his blood veins inch by inch.

It wasn't until the cigarette in his hand was burnt to the root that he stubbed it out in the ashtray. After a while, his handsome face sank into his palm.

Don't expect any response from her, she won't give you any.

You just have to be nice to her and be nice to her.

……

Duan Zijin sat on the sofa, looking at the magazine absently, next to Tremella who just woke up, was stepping on the soft sofa to stand up.

The maid came out of the kitchen and was startled when she saw this scene, and quickly hugged the child down when he was staggering, "My little master, what are you doing? Falling is not fun! "

Duan Zijin's wandering thoughts were called back, and when she heard that the white fungus was about to fall, she subconsciously frowned nervously.

When she turned her head, the maid aunt had already hugged Tremella and was looking at her strangely, "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

On weekdays, when the young master was by her side, she wished she could have eyes on him. Today, the young master almost fell when he stepped on the sofa. She still seemed unconscious, lost in thought.

The woman's soft brows curled up even tighter, "It's okay, give him a hug."

She put down the magazine that hadn't turned a page for half an hour, took her son from her aunt, and was coaxing her son when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Duan Zijin's reaction tonight was extremely slow, as if something was stuck in her mind.When the aunt had reached the door, she exclaimed suddenly, "Don't open the door!"

A tall and straight figure had already appeared outside the door. When he heard this sentence, his brows and eyes, which were as indifferent as distant mountains, frowned slightly.

He stepped forward and smiled lowly, "You don't want to see me?"

Seeing the rare panic on the woman's exquisite Bai Xi's face, Jiang Lin looked into his eyes, but didn't say anything to her extremely unnatural expression, just said: "I agreed to take you to dinner tonight and change clothes, huh?"

After he finished speaking, his eyes wandered to the child in her arms, seeing the woman's hand tightly grasping the corner of the child's clothes, Jiang Lin's eyes lightly moved away, "Other people's daughter, I wouldn't be with you Rob, don't look at me with a look of anti-thief. Show the red dates to Auntie first, and accompany me to finish the meal, and then I will send you back."

The woman's hand still did not let go, but her expression relaxed a little.The auntie, the maid next to her, moved her lips when she heard the words, and she was about to say something, but this time Duan Zijin quickly interrupted: "Auntie, take the young lady up first."

As she spoke, strong coldness and warning permeated from her brown pupils.

Auntie naturally saw it too. Although she didn't understand why the woman reacted so strongly, she obediently shut up, took the child in her arms, and carried her upstairs.

It wasn't until the bedroom door was closed that Duan Zijin felt his heart sink back into his stomach, and the cold sweat on his back was dense, and the thin cloth was sticking to his skin, which was very uncomfortable.

She stood up and glanced at him, "I'm going to change clothes, you wait for me here, don't come with me."

After finishing speaking, Duan Zijin felt that she might have a ghost in her heart, so she was full of loopholes.

Why should she emphasize such a sentence?

Jiang Lin looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he only let out a quiet "hmm" for a long time.

Probably because he was too nervous, when Duan Zijin went upstairs, his steps were extravagant. When he returned to the bedroom and closed the door, his body slid down against the door.

What is she thinking about this day?He didn't notice that it was already evening, and he still let Tremella stay in the living room!

The man's words made her feel even more uneasy - I won't rob you of someone else's daughter.

Meaning, if it was his own child, he might...

The slender fingers clenched tightly, and the nails dug into the palm, stinging her nerves.

Duan Zijin had never been so afraid of letting Jiang Lin know about the child's existence like at this moment.

She once thought, let it be, and there is no need to deliberately hide it.

However, Jiang Lin's vaguely abnormal speech and behavior in the past two days, as well as his occasional paranoia that is almost crazy, made her suddenly worry about the future——

Just to get her to eat with him, Jiang Lin could attack Ah Qing's company.

If he knew that the child from two years ago was still there, would he really take Tremella away from her by any means?

……

Duan Zijin changed this dress for nearly 10 minutes, but when she came down, she saw only a simple dress.There is no makeup on the plain face, and it is unparalleled in the eyes of men.

The dinner was the same as yesterday, she didn't take the initiative to speak, and he wasn't a talkative person, the silence lingered between the two of them.

When sending her home, the man was leaning against the car under the street lamp, his movements were full of elegance and elegance, his voice was wrapped in a gloomy and melancholic voice by the not-so-bright lights, but it was as thick and pleasant as ever, "Next week's Auction, come with me?"