Chapter 87： valuation

Chapter 87 Valuation

The shopkeeper opened the purse and carefully poured the pearls inside into the tray. The pearls were lustrous and translucent, with different shapes, including red, pink, white and black. These... pearls of such fine quality, so many he had never seen in his life.

"Wait for a while, both of you." The shopkeeper looked at the pearls on the tray with breathless eyes, and said to the couple.

Tan Anjun nodded, lowered his eyes, and saw his little wife lying on the counter, holding her chin and smiling, watching the changes in the shopkeeper's expression.

Tsk tsk! She must have scared the shopkeeper, but who told you that the second brother in the shop just smiled so awkwardly?

"Shopkeeper, hurry up, we are in a hurry." Yang Lan'er yawned and said wearily.

Woke up too early this morning, this drowsiness came as soon as I said it, and I was so hungry.

Tan Anjun and other shopkeepers lifted the door curtain and entered the backyard, and smiled at the little wife lying on the counter: "Miss, are you tired? Go to the inn to have a rest later."

Yang Lan'er leaned on the counter, showing her side face and yawned at the cheap husband, with watery eyes, she smiled: "It's nothing, I've been riding a horse for a long time, sitting here is so comfortable, it makes my body weak It’s crispy, just walk around the street later.”

"Then take a break." Tan Anjun patted her shoulder lightly.

Glancing at the younger brother, he said in a cool tone: "Hurry up and urge me, so as not to waste each other's time."

The little second brother took a step back subconsciously, nodded like a pounding garlic, poured two cups of tea from the table next to him, served them to the couple, and hurriedly ran to the backyard.

The younger brother wiped the sweat from his forehead. This man was handsome and handsome, but his aura was strong. His cold eyes made him feel chills down his spine.

Tan Anjun touched his nose, turned his head and stared at his little wife, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his eyes were gentle.

May the years be quiet and peaceful, and the present world be stable, to be able to stay with her all the time, to sit and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and to smile and look at the clouds and clouds in the sky. It's just that the world is difficult... Let's talk about the future.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, the door curtain was lifted, and the first thing to come out was a figure in lavender.

Tan Anjun looked at the young man in front of him, about twenty years old, with a jade-like crown, sword eyebrows and star eyes, thin body, red lips lightly pursed, and eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, adding a provocative style.

"Brother, I heard from the shopkeeper that you are going to sell these pearls?" The man asked, pointing to the pearls on the table.

This couple is interesting. The man has a cold aura, sharp and deep eyes, and he can't help but feel a sense of oppression. The woman's skin is fat, her breath is orchid, her eyes are full of spring water and clear waves of hope, but she doesn't look at him with obsessive eyes like those women she met before.

The woman in front of her tilted her head, her eyes were filled with admiration and surprise. Could it be that his charm has waned because of the drought, or is he playing in the wrong way?

If Yang Lan'er knew what the other party was thinking, she would definitely go mad: Chun Shui, you big-headed ghost, this is the physiological tears produced by someone wanting to sleep.

"Well, look at the valuation." Tan Anjun frowned, this man looks too..., he doesn't know how to describe it, demon? Still show?

Turning his head to see, his face suddenly darkened, what does that mean? Are you admiring this demon man?

Yang Lan'er is indeed admiring this man at the moment, with silky black hair **** high, and a purple robe making his complexion even more enchanting, tsk tsk! The beauty of the prosperous age, the figure is too thin, the delicate flowers are easy to wither, I can't stand her torture, ahem...! I can't stand her punch!

You's wrist hurt, Yang Lan'er turned her head and looked blankly at the cheap husband, what's wrong with you, what's the matter?

Tan Anjun just understood her eyes, and almost got a mouthful of old blood in his throat with anger, gnashing his teeth and thinking: Wait, see how I will punish you, destroy you, and ravage you in the future.

Feifei: *^O^*haha...Sexy guy? Slut?

Shengshi Meiyan: Are you real mother? Ah??

(end of this chapter)