Shen Fanyin doesn't like to go shopping, especially this kind of luxury store with more tellers than customers.

Looking at the zeros on those oak price tags, she felt distressed.

"How's this?"

Jing Zeheng picked up a shirt and turned around to ask Shen Fanyin.

Shen Fanyin glanced at the ordinary white shirt worth twenty-eight thousand, and said very sincerely, "Brother, you give me five hundred yuan, and I will make one for you during the two-day construction period, and I will ensure that it is exactly the same." I'll do hand-embroidered for you for 5,000 yuan."

Cabinet Sister: "......?"

Jing Zeheng smiled dumbly, put down his shirt and said to her, "Don't be tired of you, go, pick out a set of clothes for me."

He pushed her towards the hanger.

Shen Fanyin was forced to move forward, forced to face the price tags that made her dizzy: "With all due respect, it is much more expensive to give styling advice now than it is for me to make clothes."

A bank card was handed to her, and behind her was Jing Zeheng's voice: "Pick it, I'll pay for the year."

Shen Fanyin: "...... Forget it, and it should be interest."

If another person came to hit her with money, she would have unceremoniously reached out and took it.

She can even smile if necessary.

But it was Jing Zeheng, taking his money, she was uneasy.

Shen Fanyin frowned, and painlessly matched Jing Zeheng with a set of clothes.

Jing Zeheng came out after changing his clothes and said to her, "It's not bad, pick a few more sets for me."

Shen Fanyin: "My psychological endurance is only enough for me to lose this time, you can let me go."

Jing Zeheng smiled and paid, asked the cabinet sister to pack his old clothes, held a shopping bag in one hand, and said to her, "It's still early, go shopping with you."

"I don't want it, I have enough clothes to wear." Shen Fanyin shook his head decisively, "With this money, isn't it fragrant for me to buy two catties of pork ribs?"

Jing Zeheng chuckled, put one hand on her shoulder, and hugged her out: "The entertainment industry is a vanity fair, there are few big-name logos on you that will be bullied, and your bag is old, let's change it."

Shen Fanyin: "I am naturally beautiful, I look good in a sack, and I refuse to pay the IQ tax."

She didn't want to pay it, but Jing Zeheng wanted to pay it for her.

In the VIP lounge of Hers, there is a row of platinum bags that are difficult for ordinary customers to meet, and there are various leather colors and sizes, and the platinum bags in Quan'an City may be here.

Shen Fanyin sat on the sofa without love, drinking free juice, feeling that all he saw were stacks of banknotes.

Jing Zeheng picked up an ivory lambskin bag and looked back at her: "If you don't want to buy it, I'll buy you a piece of land and raise a flock of sheep, you can raise them for a year and a half, and then peel them yourself and do it yourself."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

"Or do you want a crocodile bag?"

「……」

"Ostrich skin?"

"Brother, if you have a dream of opening a zoo, you can say it directly, don't use me as an excuse."

Shen Fanyin put down the juice cup depressedly, and could only refuse from another angle: "Don't you think it's too mature for me to carry this bag at my age?"

"Understood." Jing Zeheng nodded thoughtfully, and turned to look at the cabinet sister: "My child is young, do you have a children's bag?"

There was a gentle smile on the cabinet sister's face: "Yes, Mr. Jing, wait a minute, I'll go get it."

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

Half an hour later, Shen Fanyin looked at Jing Zeheng who was contented with four orange paper bags, and then looked at the plush pony doll in his arms, and didn't want to thank him at all.

Some people can be very grateful for spending a dollar, and some people spend hundreds of thousands, and in the end all they get is grievances.

Jing Zeheng stopped, and looked at Shen Fanyin with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that these bags are not to your liking, let's change stores."

"Don't, brother, I was wrong, I like it very much, really, I like it so much!" Shen Fanyin clamped the pony's neck in the crook of his arm, rushed to Jing Zeheng's side with an arrow step, grabbed his arm and walked out, "Please, don't buy it, my heart is dripping blood."

"What do you feel sorry for spending my money?" Jing Zeheng smiled helplessly.

"Your money isn't money," Shen Fanyin glared at him, "The northwest wind blows gold bars into your house?"

Jing Zeheng looked at her, then at the white and tender little hand in the crook of his arm, and corrected: "Sanskrit sound, what can blow into my house is usually the southeast wind."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

He is not only showing off his wealth, but also showing off his knowledge.

Shen Fanyin looked at him, wanting to bite him to death, and his mood was extremely pure.

She frowned slightly, looking at his neck, as if thinking about from which angle her mouth could kill with a single blow.

At this moment, she saw Jing Zeheng's brows furrowed, and her eyes moved behind her.

Subconsciously turned his head and saw the two people not far away, Shen Fanyin was instantly stunned.

Before she could react, she was grabbed by Jing Zeheng's shoulders and taken away from the mall.

Sitting in his passenger seat, she came back to her senses, pointed out the window and asked him, "Brother, did you see it?" That was a love just now, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken," Jing Zeheng said, "it's Yin Zhou next to her."

He didn't remember Qing Duan's devotion very well, but he remembered Yin Zhou's face very clearly.

Shen Fanyin's brows furrowed a little: "Isn't Duan Qianxin in the sanatorium with Master? How did you get here?"

Especially with Yin Zhou by his side.

She didn't have to think about it to know that Duan Lao would never let Duan Tianxin come out with Yin Zhou.

Jing Zeheng said, "I want to know why they are here."

This is the top luxury mall in Anseong, if it was Yin Zhou in the past, it would be understandable to walk here, but now it is ......

Shen Fanyin was keenly aware of the deep meaning of his words, and immediately asked, "Something happened to the Yin family?"

"Declared bankruptcy a month ago." Jing Zeheng's tone was flat, "After paying off the debt, there should be nothing left."

Shen Fanyin asked again, "What about his child?"

She remembered that Su Mu said that Yin Zhou's junior Wei Ziren was sentenced, and the child who was more than a year old ......

"He is the biological father of the child, so naturally he should raise him." Jing Zeheng said, "I haven't paid attention to them since they went bankrupt, if you want to know, I'll let Cheng Ye check it."

"I'd better talk to Master first." Shen Fanyin took out his mobile phone and dialed Duan Lao's number.

The phone was connected quickly, and there was no sadness in Duan Lao's voice: "Yinyin, what's wrong?"

"Master," Shen Fanyin glanced at the mall again and asked euphemistically, "Is Temptation okay lately?"

"Good." There was no joy or anger in Duan Lao's voice, it was extremely flat, "I eloped with Yin Zhou."

Shen Fanyin: "......"

She cleared her throat and asked, "I met the two of them at the mall, do you want to take her back?"

"Leave her alone." There was finally a little more anger in Duan Lao's voice, "If she insists on jumping into the fire pit, then she will have to be responsible for her own choice, and I will not have this granddaughter!"

Shen Fanyin smacked his tongue.

It seems that the master and his old man are really angry this time.

Shen Fanyin was silent for a moment, and comforted: "It's that the son is not dead, and the wealth is not scattered, Master, you can look away."

Old Duan: "Shut up, you."

After being implicated and scolded, Shen Fanyin hung up the phone and looked at Jing Zeheng: "Brother, I'm afraid it won't work if the Yin family wants to use Duan Tilting to turn over, my master said that it should be a child without Duan Tilting."

Jing Zeheng was silent for a moment, and said as he started the car, "Obviously, Yin Zhou doesn't know what Duan Lao means."

Shen Fanyin put one hand on his cheek, and said to all he wanted, "Then you have to find a way to tell him......

This kind of thing, it is not good to tell Yin Zhou directly, and eighty percent will be regarded as a threat to the Duan family.

How can I tell him the good news quietly?

Shen Fanyin couldn't think of a good way for a while.

Jing Zeheng's big hand landed on the top of her head, tapped it twice, and he said, "Leave it to me."

"You?"

Shen Fanyin looked at him, and didn't think that her brother knew how to write the word euphemism.

Contrary to Shen Fanyin's expectations, Jing Zeheng not only knew what euphemism was, but also wrote very well.

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Chapter 166: His children are young and free to read.