Chapter 337 Scumbag Ma Junying (3)_1
Lin Yuan hurried footsteps came from behind, and she started to call out as she walked, "Ouch, I tell you, Maternal Aunt Lin, you’d better watch your step. Don’t you go breaking my God of Wealth. Ah Zheng made this himself and brought it to me. If I break it on the first day, Ah Zheng will definitely be heartbroken."
Ah Zheng? Lin Siyu’s hand on the counter stiffened, and her gaze hardened.
Lin Yuan glanced sideways with a smug look in her heart and continued, "But it doesn’t matter, if you do break it, Ah Zheng will surely think I scorn it for being too small. I bet that within three days, this guy will make a bigger one and bring it to me himself. Oh, this Ah Zheng, he just can’t bear to see me even a little bit unhappy."
As she spoke, Lin Yuan grabbed a cloth from somewhere and began to gently wipe the shiny God of Wealth, her eyes and brows brimming with smiles.
Now it was not just Lin Siyu’s hand that was stiff, but half of her body as well. Panpan finally managed to help her up, and then she leaned weakly against Panpan, her eyes fixed tightly on the God of Wealth that Lin Yuan scorned but actually cherished, murmuring incessantly, "Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng, Ah Zheng."
They were indeed together, indeed together.
She had long sensed that there was something unusual between the two. Now it seemed that she was right. How much silver would it cost to make such a big God of Wealth? No, it shouldn’t be measured by silver, it should be gold.
Such willingness to spend, was this really the work of the Xia Zheng who was cold and harsh to her, unwilling to spare even a glance?