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"...If you don't like it, you can return it to me."

He raised his eyes, stared at her and asked, "How much?"

how much is it?

The original price seems to be more than 500, but the official website has discounted activities, and I got more than 300.

More than 300 should not be considered money in Fu Chenlie's eyes, right?

Wen Ran thought, if he told him that he bought him a gift for more than 300 yuan, he would definitely say that she was perfunctory, or think that she was sending a beggar, and mocked himself severely.

She didn't quote a price, and said unhurriedly: "Aren't lighters just used when smoking? As long as you can use it, what do you care about how much it costs?"

Fu Chenlie didn't speak.

However, he raised his hand and took out another lighter from his trousers pocket.

The man leaned over, put his right elbow on his knee, stared at her face, lifted his thumb up, and easily opened the lid of the lighter. according to.

With a whoosh, the flames ignited.

When Wen Ran was wondering what he meant by this operation, he heard the man say: "The lighter in my hand costs [-]..."

"Seventy thousand?"

She widened her eyes, and suddenly became worried, and hurriedly said, "[-] yuan for a lighter?! Husband, you...are you being fooled?"

Fu Chenlie sneered, and added: "Seventy thousand dollars."

Wen Ran, "..."

Crazy? !

Under Wen Ran's stunned gaze, the man slowly said: "This is Fabergeyellowenamel, a yellow enamel lighter handmade by the master Vladimir Soloviev in 1900. Now even if you have [-] dollars, you can buy it." It's not here."

Although it sounds very awesome.

However, Wen Ran didn't understand.

She breathed a sigh of relief, pursed her lips and stared at him: "Then you already have such an expensive lighter, the one I gave you doesn't seem to suit you, or can you give it back to me?"

When the words fell, Wen Ran stretched out his hand.

Fu Chenlie went back to the sofa again, sitting lazily, with two words overflowing from his thin lips: "No return."

"why?"

"Didn't you say it? This is a gift."

Wen Ran asked back, "But you already have a $[-] lighter, so why do you need my few hundred dollars?"

He hooked his lips and smiled: "Although it's a bit cheap, I don't deny that it can still be used to light a cigarette."

Wen Ran, "..."

So why tell her that the lighter he is using now is worth [-] US dollars, and it is still priceless, just to belittle her gift and mock her for not being able to make it on the table?

This man's brain is really sick.

Wen Ran didn't know what mood he should be in at the moment.

She sat on the sofa blankly, and then... suddenly felt so bored.

Fu Chenlie is really rich, but she is really poor.

People are more than people, really maddening.

He looked at her looking hopeless, played with the lighter, and started a new topic: "I just helped you at the wine bureau last night, and the lighter arrived today. quick?"

Wen Ran regained consciousness in an instant.

When looking at Fu Chenlie, she wondered if his focus was too comprehensive?

Why so many questions? !

Seeing that he was dumbfounded and didn't speak, the man got to the bottom of it: "Wen Ran, you bought this lighter yesterday, didn't you?"

"Is it important when you buy it? Just accept it as it is given to you."

"You can't say that."

Wen Ran retorted without thinking, "Why not?"

Fu Chenlie's eyebrows and eyes were heavy, and when his thin lips opened and closed, there was a bit of danger: "If you are perfunctory me with a gift that was originally intended for other men, what do you think will happen to me?"