Holding on to her position, Feng Jingyi has always been very hard-working. When she heard the price, she was so angry that she burst into her throat that she couldn't even hold on: "no! It's not me - "
it's not her responsibility alone. How can it all be counted on her?
Although we know that ancient paintings are valuable, tens of millions of them are not so rich. They are struggling. Feng Jingyi remembers that he was afraid that Huo Qingyang would give up her directly because of the price. Now this situation is not good for her. We can't wait for her to die!
Cold eyes a turn, Huo Qingyang sharp eyes on the past: "I let you talk?"
"No rules!"
Huo Qingyang's attitude is obscure, but Feng Jingyi's brain is obviously confused for two seconds, and his thoughts are all interrupted in an instant. Unconsciously, his eyes are gaping a little bit in confusion:
What do you mean?
It doesn't matter whether she has given up or not?
After putting out the cigarette butts, Huo Qingyang's eyes slowly turned back to the man on one side, as if nothing had happened just now. He continued the previous topic with the same tone as the wind and light cloud before:
"what does Shen mean --?"
"It's natural to do things one by one!" He reached out his hand and pointed to Feng Jingyi. The man's eyes swept past the ancient paintings, and he also had a magnanimous posture:
"give her to me, and it's over!"
The deep purple pupil burst out the frightened light again. Feng Jingyi kept struggling and resisting. He couldn't hold her back. The man who suppressed her dragged her up. Someone clasped her shoulder, someone pulled her short hair, and the action was as rude as before. She kept whining and groaning, but she couldn't care about the pain. She just wanted to say something, A funny chuckle came, like a sudden frost on the horizon. With the clattering sound, there was a chilling cold air:
"ha ha ~"
a shudder. Unconsciously, his eyes fell straight to the opposite side. Huo Qingyang's body on the sofa also straightened up a little. His posture was still languid. He played with it in his hands With a lighter, the bright red flames move, Huo Qingyang's random movements are still not urgent and slow, the calm face also can't see the slightest mood fluctuation, but in the intangible it seems to be with a strong pressure, which can't be ignored, and in a moment it makes people wonder what he really means.
"So handsome!"
The mind was obviously in a trance, which was just a matter of seconds. Soon, a strong contempt flooded in, and Feng Jingyi couldn't help tearing the corners of her lips:
what she really TMD was evil!
The knives were all married to her neck, and the four or two thousand catties flashed in her mind. Huo Qingyang again buckled the lighter and threw the ball back: "my brother knows how to count, one yard is one yard!"
"Nine Ye is so forceful and reasonable, isn't he going to be vexatious and procrastinating
"I'm not blind. I'm not blind!"
When he lifted his eyelids, the man shrugged his shoulders: "OK, let's find a special person to test it first! At the same time, Dr. Ouyang is here. They can exchange views together! "
Stupid, it seems that he really looked up to Huo Qingyang!
He did not ask about the course of the matter, but he wanted to take the side of the sword. Was he really afraid of fire? He doesn't believe the real works, and he can also give the crooked building a fake!
Just now, I was really blind to his worry, but I have been thinking about what he said to leave him a handle! In this way, it's better to leave him more time to improve his preparation!