After confirming that Zheng Shuang would not have any problems, Jian'er finally had the time to start looking at the material carefully.

Unfortunately, Jian'er is no longer as lucky as before. She looked through the wool that cost 100 yuan a piece, but there was no one that could make her look at. In fact, there was not a piece of material with a faint spiritual reaction in this pile of materials. But this kid had long been tricked by the previous few times. The person who looked like a fingernail and the size of a rice grain was not as good as a person. He also thought of digging out another piece of "gold" from the pile of materials. Really, I didn't think about it. Although Gao Cui was found in the brick material, the probability was really low. It was not something you could encounter every time!

Just as Jian'er was considering whether she wanted to check the 300 yuan or 500 yuan wool materials next to her, Zheng Shuang came over with a big wool material with a head almost as big as a sea bowl in her arms.

"Song Jian'er, how about it? Have you found it?" Zheng Shuang asked.

"No, no one looks at anyone who is interested." Jian'er sighed and stood up straight, "What? You're looking for something you like."

"That's right!" Zheng Shuang raised the piece of wool in her hand with a proud look on her face, "It's this piece, how do you see?"

Oh, this guy is really lucky. It turns out that Jian'er has also seen the material that Zheng Shuang likes. Although the fluctuations are not strong, there is still some spiritual reaction in the material. At least it is clear that Zheng Shuang will never return empty-handed.

"I think it's!" Jian'er nodded.

"Yes, I look very good too!" As he spoke, a suspected obscene light flashed across Zheng Shuang's pretty face. Her elbow bent and gently hit Jian'er's waist, then squeezed at her and made a gesture, "Look, does this look like that..."

"Zheng Shuang..." The thick black line hangs down from Zi Jian'er's forehead, "You can't be more reserved? Can you be more ladylike?"

"Reserved? What's that thing? Lady, can you eat as a food?!" Zheng Shuang looked disapproving, reserved? There are no two words in her aunt's dictionary! Especially for a senior fujo girl, these two words should not appear in this world at all. As for ladies, Zheng Shuang believes that unless necessary pretentious scenes, there is no need to take out this word.

"You are amazing, I'm just you!" Jian'er surrendered. For the shameless person, this thing is almost the same as playing the piano with a bull. It's obvious that Zheng Shuang belongs to this type of person, especially after getting to know each other. Alas, Zheng Shuang is becoming less and less visible in front of him.

"Just know!" The coincidental chin raised, and Zheng Shuang looked proud, "Ah, by the way, why haven't you found it yet?"

"No!" Jian'er looked distressed.

"Isn't it just that I just pick a piece that I like? That's how I choose." Zheng Shuang looked like we were teaching you experience.

"The problem is that I didn't like it!" Jian'er looked depressed. Although the previous one sounded pretty good, just choose one, but no matter which one you choose, it will be counted. The money was taken out of her pocket. How could she be willing to do so if she didn't maximize the benefits?

"So many are not what you like?" Zheng Shuang looked up and down at Jian'er, "Song Jian'er, it's the first time I've found that you are even more turtle-haired than me."

"Go and go, go! Since you have chosen it, wait aside, so as not to disturb my thinking." Jian'er pushed Zheng Shuang aside with a disgusted look on her face, "I must find the best piece of material, at least it is definitely better than your "indecent" thing!"

Afterwards, he ignored Zheng Shuang's mumbling and pierced himself back into the pile of wool again.

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"Really, what's the bad luck today?" After Jian'er flipped through the pile of 300 yuan per piece of wool, she couldn't help feeling depressed anymore. Yaya, you're so embarrassed to put a 300 label on you. Just like this, it's better to be the 100 yuan per piece of goods lying next to you!

He raised his head and looked at the last pile of brick materials that cost the least 500 yuan. If he couldn't find anything he liked there, would he really have to go to those low-end materials that were 800 yuan?

"What? Sister Song hasn't seen her love for you?" Boss Mao, who had been sitting there pretending to be leisurely drinking tea, couldn't sit still and came over. It was almost noon. If Jian'er hadn't selected it, it would be too long to have a slicing time. After all, after the news came out, Mao was waiting to leave some time for the guests to see the information.

"Well, I always feel nothing." Jian'er was also a little discouraged, stretching out her tender white feet and kicked her gently on a piece of wool next to her..., Huh?! Wait a minute, this feels wrong...

"Swish~" Just as Jian'er squatted down and was about to take a closer look, a sneer came from the side.

"Don't feel it? Finding a feeling in a pile of brick materials? It's purely a problem! If you don't have money, don't play gambling stones, so as not to be embarrassed!" A slutty voice sounded.

Who is it? What a smelly mouth?!

Jian'er narrowed her eyes slightly, picked up the piece of wool that made her feel a little special, and stood up, looking up at the person who spoke.

Triangular eyes, hanging eyebrows, pocky face, plus wind-catching ears, and with sharp-mouthed cheeks, drinking, looking so slim, daring to walk out the door, is commendable!

"What? Look at it, is it wrong? "Is there something wrong with it?" It seemed that I saw the disapproval in Jian'er's eyes. The sharp-mouthed man couldn't help screaming again, and a light called jealousy flashed through his eyes. Humph, it was obvious that he was a poor person who only wandered around brick materials, so why did Boss Song look at him differently? I thought he had to take tens of thousands of goods with Boss Song every month, but he was not qualified to sit with him for a sip of tea (Hai: Dear, your tens of thousands of goods every month is really not enough in the eyes of people). Why can this woman who only dares to wander around brick materials be on par with Boss Song?
Chapter completed!