Chapter 179： Auction 8

After waiting for Pei Yayuan's resentment and grievance and Ning Xiaorui's gnashing of teeth to take their seats.

I don't know when an auctioneer wearing a gray wolf mask was standing beside the high platform, and the other party said with a smile: "The auction will start soon, please keep quiet and don't walk around randomly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and affect the auction. Order. Wouldn’t it be a pity if you miss something good at that time?”

"There's still ten minutes before the auction time." Mao Shiyong looked at the time on his wrist, and said from Qiao Yian with a smile: "Wait, what if Miss Fox sees something? Don't worry if you don't have enough money. I'll call my bodyguards later and ask them to fetch it."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiong." Qiao Yian also smiled back.

The two of them had made an agreement before bidding to buy it back. After coming in, they could only call people according to the pattern on the mask, and never call out their real names. With the effort of putting their identities upside down, what's the point of them wearing masks?

Qiao Yian recalled that when he and Ning Xiaorui quarreled before, there was no hidden appearance when the people on the opposite side talked. Qiao Yian thought that Pei Yayuan and the two came with this half mask, maybe they were thinking of having a masquerade party. ? Looking at James' handsome face that was not concealed at all, he thought for a while, and felt that even if Pei Yayuan and the others did not bring anything, it is estimated that no one would dare to trouble them in Xinghai City.

Unless you think you live too long.

Qiao Yian and Mao Shiyong chatted happily and talked about various matters at the auction.

On the side, Huo Tianchen, who was staring at Qiao Yi'an in a calm manner, his face was like ice, and his eyes were cold and biting, which made people shiver from the cold. Chilled, his sturdy bear-like body trembled subconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Yi'an asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Mao Shiyong stroked his chilly back, scratched his head, looked around for a while, and said with some incomprehension: "It's nothing, probably the temperature of the air conditioner in the room is too low, I feel a little cold. . This person is old, but he is not as cold-resistant as he was when he was young."

Qiao Yi'an looked for the air conditioners around him, with doubts on his face. Now it's not long after May, the temperature in the room is not high, and the air conditioners in the room are not turned on...

She thought for a while and comforted: "Mr. Xiong, go home and exercise more these days, eat calcium tablets or something, and then go back and ask a Chinese medicine doctor to help you with conditioning, it should be much better."

These days, after taking the medicine prescribed by her mother, and with the help of supernatural powers, she only felt that her whole body was relaxed, and even her mother said that it was estimated that the antidote was working, and a lot of toxins were excreted. Therefore, she also has a good impression of those aspects of traditional Chinese medicine that she did not pay much attention to in the past.

"Okay, okay." Mao Shiyong quickly thanked him.

Aside, Huo Tianchen's face became colder, but the man was wearing a mask and his eyelids were drooping, almost no one noticed.

James, who was sitting next to his boss, was secretly surprised, and only felt that something was wrong with his eyes. Others don't know, but since he grew up with Huo Tianchen, is it possible that he still doesn't know each other's temperament? A person who is usually stern and serious on weekdays is actually jealous. Is this jealous? Or was he blind and misunderstood?

James slapped the corners of his mouth, feeling that he hadn't seen the boss in just a few months, and the other party seemed to be a different person, which was really interesting.