Chapter 285

Lan Kwai Fong.

The tea mist curls up in the bedroom, and the fragrance is refreshing.

While sipping good tea, Chi Yebai was admiring the pictures of beauties hanging on the screen, full of praise: "Wonderful, wonderful, this is the first time this workshop owner has seen this kind of painting technique."

Before the cup of tea was finished, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Mo Lingyuan, dressed in military uniform, strode over with long legs, sat down opposite him unceremoniously, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it down in one gulp.

After three cups, Mo Lingyuan played with the empty purple sand cup, staring at the man in front of him, "Where's the portrait?"

Chi Yebai raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his orchid finger and waved his round fan, "What do you two look like? If you treat my good Yuqian Longjing tea as a cow's drink like washing pot water, what can you taste?"

Mo Lingyuan didn't talk nonsense with him: "Isn't tea just for drinking?"

Chi Yebai: "..."

Chi Yebai was about to choke to death.

Why do these two people even say the same words?

That's all.

Chatting with people who have no taste will not get you any benefit except to piss yourself off.

It's not speculative, half a sentence is too much.

Chi Yebai smiled lightly, with a radiant glow: "You don't ask, what is the relationship between the young marshal's wife and Mr. Gong?"

"No need to ask."

"That's why you trust that girl?"

"As long as she has the slightest relationship with Gong Yao, it is impossible for you, the middleman, to convey her portrait." Mo Lingyuan raised his eyes, and his starry eyes stared coldly at Chi Yebai: "This handsome wants to ask Let me ask you, when did you, a man who opened a fireworks building, get so close to this handsome young lady?"

Chi Yebai's heart trembled, and he felt two cold lights coming from the opposite side, dragging out his indistinguishable voice, and hurriedly put aside his relationship with Chu Yunyao: "Oh, this is really a great injustice.

The owner of this workshop only met the Young Marshal's wife once, the last time we met, the Young Madam was thin and thin, half of her face was covered with a veil, the owner of this workshop didn't even know that the Young Madam was a celestial being.

When I saw it today, I didn't recognize it at all. If the young lady hadn't reported her identity and found the owner of the workshop, the owner of the workshop would have thought it was some beautiful young lady who was attracted by the eldest son of the Gong family. "

Chi Yebai half-squinted his peach blossom eyes to look at Mo Lingyuan's face, seeing that he was still stiff-faced, a little discouraged.

Why did Mo Lingyuan not respond to his provocation?

In the past, even if he was not jealous and furious, at least he would have to warn him a few words.

Could it be that the Young Marshal's Mansion is really going to change the hostess?

That's okay, when that girl is with Yun Che, he can be regarded as doing a good deed for Yun Che.

That girl was full of arrogance, as long as she established a good relationship with Yun Che, he could have as many pictures of similar beauties as he wanted in the future, and he would no longer have to spend time and money searching everywhere.

Mo Lingyuan suppressed the heavy anger in his heart, although he knew that Chu Yunyao didn't have a good impression of Gong Yao, but when he thought that Gong Yao had found Chu Yunyao, his anger still grew wildly in his heart.

With a strong finger, the expensive purple sand cup shattered in the palm of his hand, and his voice was cold and cold: "Where is the portrait?"

Chi Yebai let out a "Yeah", looking at the broken purple sand cup in pain, and felt heartbroken: "Young commander, this is a purple sand tea set from the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty. I found it after a lot of effort. …”

Hearing this, Mo Lingyuan seemed to have found an outlet, twisted up the purple clay pot, and played with it in his hand: "I am handsome, my eyes are clumsy, I can't tell that these are priceless antiques."