Chapter 2244

。 "I'll go...!" He drew back his hand, covered the back of his hand and swore a dirty word. Tang Qing was a little embarrassed for a moment. The sound of "pa" was loud enough in the night.

"If you are not polite, do not look at me." Xiao Fengting finished beating people, then slowly opened his mouth.

The young man with golden hair rubbed the back of his red and swollen hand. Hearing Xiao Fengting's words, he couldn't help complaining: "that's what you say. What's your hand?"

"I won't do it. You'll take off the mask." Xiao Fengting glanced at him, "is it useful to say so?"

“……” "I can't say anything about it."

Tang Qing looked aside, only to understand that these two people are indeed friends, the relationship is not bad.

Seeing her smiling, the young man gave a slight cough, straightened his face, and held out his hand to her: "my name is Xinjin. I'm glad to meet you."

Tang Qing gently shook his hand, "Tang Qing."

Hearing her name, the young man said, "Oh ~" and said, "you are Tang Qing." What else did he want to say? Xiao Fengting poked him with his elbow, "shut up."

Xinjin covers his chest and hisses for breath Can we be a gentleman with his mouth and not with his hands

Xiao Fengting glanced at him coolly in the eyes, pushed Tang Qing to the door and walked in, "can't."

Behind him came the breath of Xin Jin, who was dying of anger.

Entering from the simple gate, there is a dark passage inside. After feeling it for a while, Tang Qing found that they were going down.

The more you go down, the more open your vision is. The floor is covered with thick carpet, which absorbs all the footnotes. The surrounding walls show the classical and gorgeous style of European Baroque style, which becomes resplendent for a moment. The corridor was very long, and there were oil paintings on the walls. She even saw several paintings that were familiar to her. She wisely did not stop to ask whether these paintings were authentic.

People like them don't have a fake picture hanging on the import and export.

Far away, she finally heard the voice, Xiao Fengting stopped for a moment, put on a mask, and then went down to the past.

When the light came in from the hall, the vision suddenly became bright, gorgeous to almost cumbersome European style hall. Countless young men and women in the 18th century classic noble clothes were playing and talking. In the Silver Chandelier, there were expensive smokeless candles. The air was full of decadent fragrance. When Xiao Fengting pushed her to the hall, she was in a trance In an aristocratic banquet in the eighth century, the feeling of elegant and decadent interaction is like drinking a glass of mellow wine, which makes people feel a bit tipsy.

Rich people are really good at playing.

Tang Qing couldn't help sighing.

Xiao Fengting looked down at the strange eyes under Tang Qing's mask. He hooked his lips and said to Tang Qing, "the murals here are all authentic. If you are interested, I will take you to have a look."

Although Tang Qing had long guessed that, when he heard Xiao Fengting say so, he couldn't help but say: "but the news doesn't say that those paintings are in XX museum?"

Xiao Fengting said calmly, "it's fake in the museum."

If someone told her before that there were still fake goods in the museum, she would never believe it, but if it was from Xiao Fengting's mouth

There's nothing she can't believe.

Money means you can do whatever you want