Metaphysics crazily criticizes big boss, shocking the country by marrying a vegetative person

At night, Wu Mengnan and Xu Jiating were both a little scared and insisted that Nan Yira stay with them in the dormitory.

Nan Yiran called Zhou's mother and stayed in the dormitory.

When Fu Hengyu woke up, his whole body felt refreshed. It was obvious that someone had taken a bath for him.

It couldn't be anyone else but the woman who knocked him out!

[She actually knocked me out! 】

[Damn, she really helped me take a bath! 】

[Isn’t she ashamed? A big girl helps a man take a bath! 】

After cursing Nan Yira, Fu Hengyu listened to the sound of the TV and began to silently calculate the time for Nan Yira's return.

Until the morning news started playing on TV, Fu Hengyu could not wait for Nan Yiran to come back.

[A married woman stayed out all night! 】

[She shouldn’t be such a person. Did something happen? 】

[Maybe she stayed at a friend's house. 】

【When can I wake up? ! ! ! 】

On the other side, Xu Jiating walked to the examination room No. 1 with the charm given by Nan Yiran, while Wu Mengnan pulled Nan Yiran to give Jiating the exam and cheer her up.

When the exam began, Xu Jiating wrote hard. She had practiced these questions many times and answered them with ease.

After doing the questions for 3 minutes, Xu Jiating felt that the pendant on her chest began to feel hot.

She was wearing an inlaid jade pendant with a back cover that could be opened. Before entering the examination room, she put the charm given to her by Nan Yiran inside the back cover.

At the same moment, a girl’s sharp cry came from the examination room next door:

"ah----!!!!"

"How could this happen! How could this happen!"

All the candidates raised their heads, wondering what was going on.

Then I saw the security personnel of the examination room hurriedly arrived and took the girl away. The various examination rooms returned to silence and the examination continued.

After the exam, Xu Jiating learned that there was a girl named Wang Peirong in the exam room next door. Three minutes after the exam started, she went crazy inexplicably. She started tearing up the test papers and made a big fuss in the exam room. She was disqualified from the exam.

It is said that Wang Peirong is still a rich second generation.

Xu Jiating seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly walked into the bathroom, opened the back cover of the pendant and saw that the yellow talisman paper turned into ashes without fire.

It’s Ran Ran!

After leaving the school gate, she found Nan Yiran and Wu Mengnan who were waiting for her at the milk tea shop at the school gate. Xu Jiating told them what had just happened.

"Ranran, thank you!" Xu Jiating's eyes were red.

She really doesn't know what she would be like now without Nan Yira.

Nan Yira took a sip of milk tea and smiled: "That Wang Peirong is the one who wants to steal your brain. If she doesn't succeed, she will suffer backlash. She will never wake up in the future. As for Wang Ying, the only daughter of the Wang family is crazy. You think the Wang family is crazy?" Will you let her go?"

Wu Mengnan put down the soy sauce latte in his hand: "You deserve it."

"Okay, it's settled. I still have time to leave. Jiating, congratulations. You will receive the admission notice soon." Nan Yiran stood up and left.

Xu Jiating looked at Nan Yira's back and said to Wu Mengnan: "Hey, Meng Nan, do you feel that Yira is different from before?"

Wu Mengnan nodded: "It's different, it's become more powerful, but I like it."

"Me too."

*

Nan Yilan took a taxi to Panyuan Antique City to see if he could find what he wanted.

As soon as he got off the bus, he received a call from Fu Lu. He had finished his morning class and his afternoon class was not important. He wanted to skip class and come see his sister-in-law.

Just kidding, taking classes from those old-fashioned old men in the afternoon is not as exciting as watching my sister-in-law’s live broadcast.

After telling Fu Lu where she was, Nan Yiran hung up the phone and started walking around Pan Garden.

Panyuan is indeed the largest antique market in the imperial capital, with everything available.

I walked around the street stalls, and most of them were old modern handicrafts. Occasionally, there were old coins or some trinkets from decades ago, which I didn't want.

It seems that it is unlikely to find good things at street stalls.

If there are no street stalls, go into a big store and have a look.

Nan Yiran randomly came to a store called Wenzhaifang. Standing at the door was a clerk wearing a light gray placket dress. He raised his head and glanced at her, then lowered his head and continued playing with his mobile phone without thinking of coming forward. reception means.

Nan Yira was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans. At first glance, he looked like a college student.

How can college students have the money to buy antiques? They just want to see something new.

Nan Yiran didn't care and started shopping by herself.

Various cultural items are displayed in the store, including small-leaf red sandalwood, sandalwood, agarwood, turquoise, golden nan, and old honey wax.

Nan Yiran walked around the store. The items were a little better than those on the street stalls, and they were sold mixed with genuine and fake.

Some of the genuine items are antiques that have been produced recently and are marked by objects that are hundreds of years old.

Unable to find what she wanted, Nan Yiran turned around and prepared to go out. When she passed the door, she was hit hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. I was really in a hurry." An uncle with a northern accent apologized to Nan Yira.

"It doesn't matter." Nan Yiran didn't care.

The uncle was wearing a washed blue shirt, black pants, and a pair of Jiefang shoes.

The corners of his trousers and shoes were stained with mud. In his right hand, he was holding a piece of peony bedsheet that was common in rural areas and wrapped an object almost two meters long.

After bumping into Nan Yira, a corner of the sheet was lifted, revealing a black piece of wood.

Seeing the black wood, Nan Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped to leave.

After apologizing, the uncle walked towards the clerk: "Boss, do you accept wood?"

The clerk looked the uncle up and down and asked in a disdainful tone: "What kind of wood?"

Hearing the clerk's question, the uncle seemed a little embarrassed:

"I don't know what kind of wood it is. Some people say it's peach wood. It's been passed down from my ancestors. I've been reluctant to sell it all these years. If my son hadn't been sick, he wouldn't have sold it. Why don't you show it to me?"

"Okay, you put it on the table, open it and let me take a look."

The uncle hurriedly put the things on the table in the shop and carefully opened the sheets.

A piece of black wood about one meter long and twenty centimeters wide appeared in front of him.

The clerk picked up the wood and turned it back and forth to look at it, then took out a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully. After a while, he put down the magnifying glass and said:

"This is just an ordinary piece of peach wood that has been burned by fire. It's not worth much. We can't accept it. You can go and ask elsewhere."

"Brother, look again, this is passed down from generations of my ancestors. If it is not valuable, it cannot be regarded as a family heirloom. I am in a hurry to use money to treat my son, and the price can be easily negotiated."

It seemed that his professionalism was being questioned, and the clerk was a little unhappy.

"Uncle, look at the antiques in my shop that are not made of the finest wood. Look at this, the finest Venus small-leaf rosewood, this Laoshan sandalwood, this hundred-year-old agarwood, this peach wood, we really We can't take it. Who are we going to sell it to? We are doing business, not charity."

"Brother, if you continue..."

Before the uncle could finish his words, the clerk wrapped the wood in a random manner and stuffed it into the uncle's arms, as if seeing off the customer.

He Yongsheng picked up the wood, sighed, and walked out of the shop.

"Uncle, wait a minute." Nan Yiran followed closely behind him and stopped He Yongsheng.

He Yongsheng turned back with doubt on his face: "Little girl, are you calling me?"