Chapter 790: All Are Gifts

Chapter 790 They are all given away

"Hmph, what are you looking at? Being violent is a man's business...and men should protect the women around them, right?" Geng Xiaomin actually made sense.

The woman rolled over and got up from the ground, covering her eyes and crying loudly: "I'm beating you... I'm beating you, husband, please call me back quickly..." She had been beaten in the eye just now, and she was moaning on the ground with her eyes closed. He really didn't know that his man had been kicked to the ground by the other two little women.

Although there were crowds of people watching the scene, no one helped her. Because this woman's arrogant attitude just now is still looked down upon by many people. In addition, the five women around Zhao Jianhui are much more pleasing to the eye than her no matter how you look at them.

Besides, can a man who can easily spend tens of millions be easily offended?

"Let's go, there will be more and more people soon..." Before Zhao Jianhui could react from the surprise of two women kicking a grown man over, Geng Xiaomin whispered in his ear.

A deputy minister and a group of female police officers were fighting with people in a jewelry store. If he didn't leave at this time, everyone would look bad when the fat man reacted and called the police.

Therefore, after hearing Geng Xiaomin's hint, Zhao Jianhui nodded and walked out first.

Geng Xiaomin looked at the other four jewelry boxes on the counter. It was too late to tie them up. He opened his handbag and swept them all in. He followed Zhao Jianhui and walked out of the jewelry store.

Shuanghuan and Minghui said to Song Yan: "Sister Song, let's go quickly. Let's discuss the matter between you two after we go out..."

The girl whose name Zhao Jianhui never knew looked at the fat man howling on the ground, took a sip of water at him, and then turned around and walked out of the store. The last couple of Song Yan and his wife came out. As they walked, Song Yan's husband was still asking: "Song Yan, what on earth is going on? You have confused me..."

"Qiu Zhengfeng, what are you confused about? Do you believe me or that bad woman?" Song Yan asked as she walked. Her husband was a little confused and said, "What did you say? Why do you still believe him? Didn't I just come here after listening to you arguing with someone on the phone? What were you thinking?"

"Really..." Song Yan asked, looking at her husband's face.

Her husband shrugged his shoulders: "Otherwise, why do you think I would be running so fast?"

No one stopped them, not even the jewelry store security guard moved. On the contrary, when Zhao Jianhui and others went out, the security guards were extremely respectful.

After walking out of the jewelry store, Zhao Jianhui waved to stop the car, and Geng Xiaomin trotted after him: "Minister Zhao..." Zhao Jianhui waved his hand: "Stop talking, I will go back to the hotel right now, you continue..."

With that said, Zhao Jianhui came to the car door and got in. Unexpectedly, Geng Xiaomin also squeezed in. "Hey, what are you doing? You and I are on different roads. Besides, even if you want to get on this bus, you can still get in from the other side." Zhao Jianhui said while giving up his seat inside.

"You think I don't know, which way to get on the sleeper berth, the car has already left, and you will still wait for me?" After Geng Xiaomin finished speaking, he said to the driver: "Master, Xiaguang Road Central City, thank you."

Zhao Jianhui turned around and asked, "Where is that place?"

"My family..." Geng Xiaomin looked at Zhao Jianhui and replied.

It's better to send her home first. With this thought in his mind, Zhao Jianhui said nothing more. As the car drove forward, Geng Xiaomin looked at Zhao Jianhui a little uneasily and whispered: "You... don't think too much about it. The main thing is that your things are still here with me. I just pulled them out. Really?" I can’t pull it out. I heard that adding some soap can lubricate it a little bit..."

Zhao Jianhui nodded and closed his eyes gently, thinking that what he encountered tonight was quite bizarre. I bought a few rings for no apparent reason, and one of them was mysteriously put on the hand of this female tyrannosaurus. If it were something else, I wouldn't want it anymore, but it doesn't matter if I don't want this item back. This is not about the price, but the thing itself has a special meaning. It would be inappropriate to give it to her even if I don't want it.

Soon, the car stopped at the gate of the community where Geng Xiaomin lived. The two people got out of the car and walked to Geng Xiaomin's house one after another. As he walked, Zhao Jianhui kept looking around and found that this community was not new, it was probably more than ten years old, but it looked a bit old.

Geng Xiaomin lives in a two-bedroom apartment. The house is not very big, but it is very clean inside. There is a faint fragrance floating in the room, and you can tell that this is a girl's boudoir without even looking.

"You sit down first, I'll go to the bathroom and get it for you..." Geng Xiaomin glanced at Zhao Jianhui, put down his bag and hurried into the bathroom.

Sitting on the sofa against the east wall, Zhao Jianhui looked at Geng Xiaomin's nest. In front of me, against the west wall is a video wall and a wall-mounted TV. Under the TV is a row of black glass cabinets. To your left, that is, on the south side, is the sliding door leading to the balcony. The frosted glass with ink lotus paintings cannot see the scenery on the balcony. The entire living room is concise and bright, just like Geng Xiaomin's straightforward character.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. When he was bored, Zhao Jianhui reached for the remote control on the coffee table in front of the sofa and turned on the TV.

The screen gradually brightened up. It was a program on Huanghai Local Channel. The scene on the screen seemed to be the Huanghai City Conference Center. Zhao Jianhui didn't recognize the middle-aged man wearing glasses who was speaking in the middle of the station. He watched him waving his arms and talking about the importance of anti-corruption and integrity. Below the stage, a group of people sat solemnly, which was a bit solemn.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile. If the policies were implemented at the meeting, they would eventually be limited to paper. No matter how strict they were, they were just talk. However, Zhao Jianhui thought about it and realized that he couldn't find any good way except to hold a meeting to preach.

Zhao Jianhui was about to change the channel when Geng Xiaomin suddenly cried out in the bathroom. Zhao Jianhui threw down the remote control and ran to the bathroom door. He stretched out his hand to push the door open and asked, "What's going on?"

"You... you help me, it's too tight..." Geng Xiaomin turned around, blushing, and said a little embarrassedly. Zhao Jianhui walked in and saw that she had covered her finger with soapy water, and the two thin, long, white and tender fingers of her left hand were pinching the diamond ring and pulling it down.

"Slow down, you can't do it this way, you have to rotate it a little, use some tricks..." Zhao Jianhui said, and reached out to grab Geng Xiaomin's white and tender finger with the ring, pinched the diamond ring and gently twisted it, but Geng Xiaomin screamed like a pig: "What are you doing, you can't break my finger for a ring?"

"What are you yelling about, when did I break your finger for a ring? I haven't even tried hard yet..." Before Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, he saw that Geng Xiaomin's eyes were already full of tears. He couldn't help but let go of his hand and scratched his scalp, frowning and saying, "I'm sorry, I really haven't used enough strength yet?"

"How much more strength do you want to use? You're almost breaking my hand..." Geng Xiaomin complained with her light purple lips, and she stretched out her hand to pinch the diamond ring and pulled it down hard. However, the diamond ring seemed to be welded to her finger, and it didn't move at all...

"Broken ring, rotten ring, what a good thing, it's actually stuck on someone's finger and doesn't want to leave..." Geng Xiaomin was still muttering softly while pulling the ring down.

"Your way is not a solution, I think... forget it, wait until you find someone to get it down and give it to me later..." Zhao Jianhui said while paying attention to Geng Xiaomin's expression, fearing that she would think too much and torture her fingers again.

"Is this so? Is this okay?" Geng Xiaomin raised her head slightly and said in a low voice.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly: "What can I do if it doesn't work? I can't really break your finger, can I?"

"This... this is not good, right? What if I can never take it off from now on?... I haven't found a boyfriend yet, and with this ring on my finger, who will..." Geng Xiaomin's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was inaudible.

"What did you say? Speak louder, you won't blame me, will you?" Zhao Jianhui turned and walked out, thinking that it was really inexplicable, he could just put it on, but now he can't take it off?

"Hey, where are the other rings, give them to me, I have to go back..." Zhao Jianhui said as he walked. This time, Geng Xiaomin ran faster than a rabbit, rushed out of the bathroom with a swishing sound, and rushed into the living room with his body pressed against Zhao Jianhui's shoulder.

The ring was in Geng Xiaomin's handbag. She had taken it out and pushed it in front of Zhao Jianhui, saying softly, "This ring is too expensive. You should keep it. I can't afford to pay for it if you lose it." As she spoke, she raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Jianhui and asked, "All of them are here. I thought you didn't want them. You didn't say a word when you came out of the jewelry store. How did you know I would take them?"

The four rings were taken out and opened by Zhao Jianhui, and placed in a row on the table. The dazzling light flashed a fatal attraction under the bright light.

"If you don't know how to do this, what else can you do?" Zhao Jianhui said this in an infuriating way. He closed the box and stood up, "Okay, I'm leaving. You can figure it out yourself. Don't hurt your fingers in a hurry to return it to me..."

Although Geng Xiaomin pretended to be indifferent, she couldn't stand the temptation in her heart. Seeing the jewelry boxes being closed one by one, she finally couldn’t help but ask, “Are you giving these away as gifts?”

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