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Chapter 470 Identification of Sunflowers

Chapter 470 Sunflower Identification

"Then why did you suddenly give me something? You have never given me anything before, but you gave me gifts after you got divorced. Who will believe you when you say you have no conspiracy?"

Lu Lingche fell silent.

It seems that he has never given her any gifts before.

After a while, he said: "Congratulations on the opening of the medical clinic."

"No need, just take it."

Qiao Yin put the sunflower back into Lu Lingche's hand.

Lu Lingche's eyes turned gloomy: "Accept Dongfang Mu's roses but not my sunflowers? You still say you don't like him?"

"How can you compare with him? He is my boss, pays me wages and takes good care of me. You divorced me for another woman."

Lu Lingche gritted his teeth: "I was the one who initiated the divorce in the beginning, but later it was you who wanted the divorce!"

"It doesn't make any sense for you to say this now. It's already very late. I want to rest. You can go."

"I won't leave, I will sleep here today!"

"If you don't leave, I won't sleep tonight. I'll put needles all over your body and it will hurt you to death."

Lu Lingche stared at her for a while, and seeing that she seemed serious, he finally let go of her.

She can really do this.

In order not to let yourself become a hedgehog, let’s go!

He put the sunflower back into her hand, opened the door, and walked out.

Before stepping out of the room, he suddenly said calmly: "I didn't marry you because grandma forced me."

After saying this, he left.

Qiao Yin held the heavy sunflower in her hands and froze on the spot.

What does he mean?

What does it mean that he married her not because his grandma forced him to marry her? Apart from this reason, what other reasons are there?

He can't marry her just because he likes her, right?

How funny!

It was obviously his grandma who forced him to marry her!

After a while, Qiao Yin sat back in front of the computer.

She turned on the desk lamp and looked down at the golden sunflower in her hand.

What a stingy person. He is so rich, but he only gave her a gold-plated one and refused to let her sell it.

Where can she sell this thing? No one wants it!

However, he definitely didn't have good intentions when he suddenly sent something. Maybe there was something really fishy about this sunflower, or there was a pinhole camera inside, or there was a metal substance that could kill her.

So, early the next morning, after Qiao Yin sent her grandmother to the hospital, she went to a jewelry store, pretending to check the authenticity of the gold, and handed over the sunflower.

Half an hour later, after Qiao Yin paid the appraisal fee of 500 yuan, she walked out of the jewelry store with the sunflower.

She still felt incredible until she got into the car.

Because, the master in charge of appraisal at the jewelry store said that this sunflower is made of pure gold, solid, weighs 2 kilograms, and does not contain any harmful substances.

And based on the current price of gold, the sunflower Lu Lingche gave her was worth one million!

Is he out of his mind?

I gave her such an expensive flower.

He said last night that this sunflower is gold-plated!

Deliberately lying to her? Are you afraid that she will find out that it is real gold and sell it?

Or is it that he made a mistake?

Last night she thought it was gold-plated, and she thought he was stingy and thought the sunflower didn't look good.

Today I learned that this is pure gold, and now I think it looks good no matter how I look at it.

The cascading petals are beautiful, the leaves are beautiful when stretched out, and even the little bee made of pure gold on the petals looks particularly cute and pleasing.

Qiao Yin couldn't help but touch the lifelike little bee and laughed: "Whether your original owner lied to me or gave it to me by mistake, you are mine now! There is no way I can give you back.

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It’s right to accept a million flowers from him, he already owes her!
Chapter completed!
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