Chapter 12

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Chapter 12 My Silver Ring Is Awesome

    Jiang Yirou didn't go anywhere in the afternoon, and was dragged by Mrs. Xing to visit the children's room. According to legend, Xing Sinian lived in the room when he was a child.

    The small building of the Xing family has a long history. It is said to be a famous old house in this area, so the layout is slightly more spacious than other residents.

    The Xing family building has a beautiful and attractive back garden. If the front yard is a world of flowers, then the back yard is comparable to a royal garden. The rows of delicate flowers and lush grass can all tell the hostess. of good intentions and careful cultivation.

    And in the greenery, a small house stood impressively, which looked like an ingenious flower house from a close distance. Jiang Yirou knew that this was the bedroom where Xing Sinian lived when he was a child.

    "This is Sinian's children's room. It contains photos of him from childhood to adulthood, as well as various awards, or some things that he is reluctant to throw away." Mrs. Xing turned the key and looked back pretending to be mysterious. Silently, he said, "Don't let Sinian know that we are here."

    Jiang Yirou smiled and nodded, of course she knew that she couldn't say it. In the original plot, the female protagonist just broke in here unintentionally and took a gadget, and the male protagonist quarreled with her. Although it was a small quarrel, it was enough to prove that the things in the children's room were quite valuable. It is even the most precious and beautiful memory in the male protagonist's life.

    Otherwise, she would also learn from the heroine to get a gadget, so that Xing Sinian would also be angry with her.

    She was suddenly very keen on Xing Sinian's anger... What kind of psychology is this?

    However, in the male lead's heart, there are also things that the female lead cannot touch, and I don't know how they get along. She didn't want to know more about this, and the only thing to do now is to let Xing Sinian know that she came to the children's room.

    The moment the door opened, Jiang Yirou thought that she had entered another world. The bedroom with green as the main tone was like a forest, and the breath of nature was blowing in her face, especially the cradle that was hung from trees and vines. How the previous owner yearned for a fresh and comfortable life.

    The reality is so unfortunate, the more you want to do something, the more you will be a blockbuster in other aspects. Xing Sinian in his life probably also saw through this, so he sealed up everything here and did not talk to outsiders.

    Jiang Yirou squatted beside a wooden box, there was no dust unexpectedly, as if it had been opened and cleaned frequently, and opened it carefully, there was a pile of photos lying inside, Xing Sinian of different ages, and some of his award-winning Certificates and Transcripts.

    It turns out that this thing can also be preserved flawlessly. Like hers, she doesn't know where it has flown. Every year she is the first, every year she is the top, and the award is so soft that even her family is used to it I feel that any award is a very important thing, where would it be like Xing Sinian, a complete collection.

    "Have you found it? This is Si Nian's most precious thing. I will take it out and take a look when I have nothing to do. It is still the cute Si Nian when I was a child. "Look at it slowly, I'll go outside to help you watch Sinian, you will retreat as soon as there is any movement, you know?"

    Jiang Yirou smiled bitterly, "Aunt, are we playing spies? I should wear gloves." What should I do if I go to get my fingerprints checked?

    "Destroy the corpse and destroy the traces? That won't work, I also want to recall it in the future." Mrs. Xing said with a teasing: "Okay, look at it first, I'll go out."

    Jiang Yirou stayed in the children's room alone, and suddenly she was very fortunate to Xing Sinian needs to go to work, and she is a college student, perfect to miss her free time.

    There is a mezzanine on the bottom of the wooden box, and inside the mezzanine is a small red box with a beautiful silver ring inside. In this era of constant desire for things, silver products have long been worthless, and they are replaced by luminous diamonds and platinum. Xing Sinian still hides such an old silver ring.

    Jiang Yirou tried it on curiously, but the result——

    "What are you doing?" A cold voice sounded from behind, Jiang Yirou did not successfully remove the silver ring from her fingers.

    Xing Sinian quietly walked to her side, her perfect handsome face showed no emotion, she stared at Jiang Yirou calmly, and continued to ask, "What are you looking for?"

    Jiang Yirou rolled her bright eyes, stretched out her right hand and swayed in front of Xing Sinian, "I found a silver ring in your memory box, does it look good?" But don't cut off her fingers The impulse, otherwise her sacrifice would be really big enough.

    Xing Sinian took a serious look and saw that a silver ring was fastened on her fair and small ring finger, which seemed to be very suitable and transparent, as if this silver ring was specially made for her. Damn it, it was very suitable!

    "Do you like it?" Xing Sinian asked calmly.

    "Of course I like it, how about it?" Do you have the urge to get angry? Do you want to have a big fight with her? Jiang Yirou shook her right hand cheerfully, trying to make Xing Sinian's extremely annoying psychology surface again.

    Xing Sinian grabbed the small hand in front of him that was throbbing his heart, and rubbed it on the slightly exposed chin of the beard. The warm palm stirred up the ripples in his heart again, and he couldn't help but lightly parted his thin lips, and in the silver ring Shang took the initiative to offer a kiss, "This silver ring is the ancestral wedding ring of the Xing family. Since you have put it on, you will be a member of the Xing family, my woman from now on."

    Wait -

    what, what? ? !

    Jiang Yirou blinked her doubtful eyes and wanted to withdraw her hand, but found that she was being held tightly and lost her grace, and roared, "Are you kidding me? This is just an ordinary silver ring, I'm just curious, I'll give it up now. Pull it out and give it back to you."

    This world-class joke can't be played casually, it will kill people. She doesn't dare to rob her husband from the heroine. Isn't the fate of the original body obvious? History can't be re-interpreted again, otherwise this method of death will have to be changed to a new one. I would rather stay away than have anything to do with it.

    Xing Sinian let go of Jiang Yirou, and an inevitable smile appeared on Jun's face. He seemed to think that things would proceed in an orderly manner according to his ideas, "If you can take it off, I won't force you."

    Jiang Yirou didn't want to . Ignore what he said and recall the original plot in my mind, this stalk is not right! Obviously, the heroine just took a photo at random, and the hero is in a state of madness. Why is it different now? Is it because she took something wrong? Isn't this ring more valuable than the picture?

    At this moment, the heart is a dog for a while. It's not that the male protagonist has a problem, or that this stalk may not accommodate her, so she deliberately pits her.

    The silver ring was on the ring finger, and there was no way to take it off anyway. It seemed to be fixed on her finger. It was obviously very loose when she put it on. Why did it change now? This is a romance novel, not a fantasy novel...

    Jiang Yirou wanted to cry without tears, and pouted, "What if I can't take it off? I'm going to wear a diamond ring in the future! Hurry up and find a way to take it off!"

    The author has something to say To say:

    Mr. Xing: The ring I kissed, you must wear it for the rest of your life.

    Jiang Yirou: No, no, I don't! I want a diamond ring!

    Mr. Xing: ...Would you like to bring your left hand?

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