The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father: 3314 The Prodigal Man (3) (seeking votes)

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I saw a girl in white appearing in front of the handsome man like a god.

The hosta just bought from his booth is being gently put on the girl's hair.

Under the sun, the girl’s smile is bright and beautiful*** The most delicate flowers in spring are even more beautiful.

And the man who was cold in front of him just now, looking down at the girl in his arms at this time, his brows are gentle as if they can turn into stars and spread out a little bit.

Ruan Yanan held Obsidian's hand and pressed it on his chest, and bursts of inexplicable sorrow and sorrow filled his heart.

After that, she couldn't help smiling again.

It turns out that the hosta was bought for his beloved woman.

It turns out that a person who is so indifferent and arrogant will also have a tender side.

But isn’t all this taken for granted?

Only such fairies and beauties can match each other. What are you thinking about in a country like yourself?

……

Mu Yan took off the hosta stuck on her head, and gently played with it in her hand.

I raised my head and couldn't help but smile at the man in front of me, his eyebrows curled up: "Why do you think of buying me jewelry? Lord Lord, I have never been so knowledgeable and interesting before!"

Di Mingjun snorted coldly: "How come you haven't sent it? You don't wear jewelry that is clearly given by me."

Mu Yan was startled.

Except for the virtual spirit ring, when did she receive Di Mingjun's jewelry?

Did she forget?

But she really doesn't like wearing those accessories. Even the ones that Xiaobao bought her specially, after wearing them for a period of time, also disliked the trouble and left them in the space.

Huh, wait!

Speaking of the jewelry Xiaobao bought for her, she suddenly remembered something.

Divine Sense flipped through the space, and finally found a pair of white jade earrings and a white jade bracelet.

The dragon and phoenix patterns are carved on them separately, and the knives are consistent. Obviously they are a set.

These white jade earrings were given by Xiao Bao when he was in Yanwu mainland.

And this white jade bracelet was worn by the man forcibly on her hand when Lord Jin proposed marriage.

Mu Yan didn't know until later that Xiaobao and Di Mingjun had bought her a set of gifts separately.

Thinking of Xiaobao's anger and frustration when she mentioned Di Mingjun, the "disciple", she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Looking at it this way, the white jade phoenix tail hairpin in your hand is very similar to earrings and bracelets, no matter the texture or the knife work!

Mu Yan looked at Emperor Mingjue with soft eyebrows, grabbed his hand and held the white jade phoenix tail hairpin, and put it on her head: "Thank you, I like it very much. What do you like, I will pick it for you as well. OK?"

Di Mingjun's mouth curled up, but she forced herself down, and coldly snorted, "Is this monarch lacking these things?"

Mu Yan thought for a while, just about to speak, suddenly realized that there was someone next to her, so she couldn't help but turn her head to look.

Seeing that Ruan Yanan was staring at the two of them blankly, he couldn't help but curiously said: "This girl, is there anything wrong?"

"I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I'm sorry...That white jade phoenix tail hairpin is not worth an obsidian crystal..."

She spoke incoherently, and the hand that handed out the obsidian crystal was shaking, and she almost threw it directly to the ground.

Mu Yan looked at the obsidian crystal in her hand, then at Di Mingjun, and muttered: "Di Mingjun, you bought an eighth-grade hosta and used a piece of obsidian crystal?"

On the floating islands, spirit artifacts and low-level artifacts are not valuable.

And what about obsidian crystals? That's priceless!

One obsidian crystal can be worth 10,000 high-grade spars.

Take 10,000 top-grade spars and buy an eighth-grade spirit hairpin.

Di Mingjue, can we not be so prodigal? !