The countdown to the college entrance examination is 100 days.

Approaching the college entrance examination, Song Xingran is indeed still under some pressure.

Because she wants to be admitted to the best school in the country, Imperial Capital University, Department of Computer Science.

Since the last time she watched Lu Qingchen operate the computer, she has only learned a little and can only be described in one word.

666。

Ning Heyuan's night was very quiet, and Song Xingran finished his homework and watched TV in bed.

Recently she was watching a treasure appreciation show.

Inside is about the identification of treasures by cultural relics experts, looking at those porcelain, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, Song Xingran thinks, it's quite interesting.

Experts have identified that if the porcelain is fake, many owners of the porcelain will simply smash it.

This process, Song Xingran looks very cool.

Decompression.

It's just a college entrance examination, but she was stunned, and her heart was perverted.

Song Xingran took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Han Zhiyun.

"Do you have any porcelain to lend me to play with?"

The Han family is also a famous family, and there should be a lot of antiques in the house.

At this time, Han Zhiyun was partying with Lu Qingchen.

Seeing the news from Song Xing's dyeing hair, the hand holding the mobile phone trembled.

Then he looked pitifully at Lu Qingchen, who was sitting not far away.

"Brother, look at your sweetheart, what is she trying to do?"

As he spoke, Han Zhiyun handed over the mobile phone to him, with a bitter face and a helpless face.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes and looked at the message on the screen.

The inky black eyes narrowed slightly, and Han Zhiyun suddenly felt that the air around him was colder.

Damn it.

"Why did she tell you?"

Lu Qingchen raised his eyebrows and asked, this is what he cares about.

Why don't you look for him if you want to play porcelain, but Han Zhiyun?

Han Zhiyun: "......"

The devil knows!

"Maybe she thinks I'm easier to bully."

"Or maybe she prefers to play with me."

"Who made me look suave and ......" charming.

Before Han Zhiyun's words were finished, he was frightened back into his stomach by Lu Qingchen's eyes.

"Maybe it's just that I look more like a wronged head."

Lu Qingchen threw the phone back to him, folded his legs, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

said lightly: "Then you will be a big wrongdoer." ”

Han Zhiyun was horrified: "What? ”

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The next day, Song Xingran saw Han Zhiyun take people and move some precious porcelain from the car into Ningheyuan.

And Young Master Han looked reluctant.

While directing the servants to move, he shouted: "Eh, light, that thing is precious, millions." ”

When Song Xingran saw those porcelain, he immediately ran to Han Zhiyun and said excitedly: "It's really righteous." ”

"It's a little less, though."

Song Xingran pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

Han Zhiyun put one hand on Song Xingran's shoulder, took a deep breath and said, "Little girl, are you too little?" ”

"I just moved in tens of millions for you!"

This girl really doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, and she dares to be too little?

Does it hurt when he looks at it?

It's over, this girl is already spoiled.

Song Xingran glanced at the porcelain placed in the hall, tens of millions?

In fact, she has no concept of tens of millions, if it is exchanged for cash, then she has a concept.

"Are you all real?"

Han Zhiyun won't use fakes to coax her, right?

"Song Xingran!"

What a white-eyed wolf, and still suspect that it is a fake?

Shouldn't you be moved to call your brother at this time?

Song Xingran was unmoved, and asked Aunt Fang to bring a hammer and walk towards a blue and white porcelain.