[Stone Gambling Antiques] Palm Eye Lingpupil

Come out, this person is a person who can destroy others all over his family, but in this world, compared with the immeasurable sea water, there are still more people who cannot be judged by their appearance, isn't it?

Patting that day on the head as a reward, Mo Fan asked that day to go back and continue to monitor the venue, and walked in the direction of He Guanyan.

One of their original agreements was that He Guanyan would take revenge with his own hands.

"The last row, near the sofa, who is the third person from the right?" Mo Fan's expression was extremely natural as he handed the champagne he took over to He Guanyan.

When He Guanyan heard Mo Fan's words, he stretched his head to look, and stretched his slightly frowning brows: "He is an elder, he is very kind, and he also supports the younger generation. If it is not at home...my father has a very good relationship with him, often Gather at home."

Mo Fan nodded, and walked away from He Guanyan: "The warning was issued just that day, and the target was him." Without staying to watch He Guanyan, Mo Fan walked to the kitchen and gave instructions to the chef.

Although it was said that He Guanyan was to take revenge with his own hands, it was only with his own hands, and he could still help a little during the process.

Returning to the living room, Mo Fan sat in the corner, waiting for the beginning of the dialysis and the performance of the plan.

It's time for the Emperor Green Jade to appear, so he no longer has a piece of wool in his hands.

The time for Jieshi was set at nine o'clock, which happened to be when the guests had almost talked about business matters and the banquet was in full swing.Although it is a banquet held by Guanmo Studio, firstly, the foundation of Guanmo Studio is not that strong, and secondly, compared with Mo Fan, the background behind other people in Guanmo Studio is too dazzling, so in this paragraph During the time, when Mo Fan intentionally hid his figure, he lived an extremely leisurely life.

At 08:30, the woolen material was brought up ahead of schedule, and the performance was not very good. The woolen material, which looked like a strange stone, aroused onlookers and doubts after its appearance.

Regarding these questioning words, everyone in Guanmo Studio expressed silence. This is not only a strategy, but also because they believe that Mo Fanna is simply a god-defying ability to gamble with stones. Say it.

At nine o'clock, the stone cutting officially began. Mo Yi was holding the knife, and He Guanyan was being introduced. Luo Jiasheng, Mo Qingyun, He Guanjue, Jiang Qiuci and others stood aside, waiting for the miracle to happen.

As for Mo Fan, who draws lines on the wool, the stone gambler, and the studio leader, he sits aside and looks at the piece of top-quality imperial green that is about to appear as if he is facing someone else's worthless thing. emerald.

Mo Fan is betting that no one can give up this piece of wool, and no one can get it.

In this world, emperor green is very rare, and it can be said that it has not appeared for many years.

In the market, everyone defaults to something that is too high-quality, otherwise it will never appear, or everyone will get a share.

Listening to the whispers from the crowd after Mo Yi started cutting stones, Mo Fan picked up a piece of Baihua Cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Originally, there was no such pastry on the list prepared for the dinner, but just now Mo Fan saw this pastry on the dining table. Based on the idea that Luo Jiasheng and the others might have added it privately, Mo Fan took it Several pieces, he really likes the taste of this pastry.

Soon, Mo Fan ate all the cakes on the plate. When he was about to get them again, he found that other food had been placed where the cakes were originally placed, and there were no cakes in other places. trace.

He took something casually and sat aside to continue eating. When Mo Fan was almost done eating, the side hadn't spread out yet.

Gradually, Mo Fan felt more and more hot, as if the air conditioner in the room was turned on too high.I went to look at the place where the air conditioner was turned on, but found that the standard 26 degrees Celsius was displayed on the air conditioner, and at this time Mo Fan felt that it was getting hotter and hotter.

Could it be that he has a fever?

Touching his head, it was indeed a little hot. Mo Fan thought it was because he was too busy these days that he was accidentally targeted by the virus.This happened quite a lot before, almost every time after a big event that made him nervous, he would have a fever.

So thinking of this place, Mo Fan didn't worry too much. Judging from his previous situation, he only needed to drink some medicine and sleep.

Walking to Jiang Qiuci's side, Mo Fan patted him on the shoulder: "Jiang Qiuci, I have a little fever, go up to sleep first, and tell them later."

"Have a fever?" Jiang Qiuci looked at Mo Fan's unusual expression, and touched Mo Fan's forehead with his hand. The temperature seemed to be a little high: "Hurry up and take a rest, we are here to deal with things." We refer to him and Mo Yi.

68. You Wait (End)

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Hearing Jiang Qiuci's words, Mo Fan quietly left the venue.Of all the people present, the only ones he can entrust to him now are Mo Yi and Jiang Qiuci. Mo Qingyun and He Guanjue are both girls, and they are not old enough to convince the crowd. He Guanyan should be full of that matter now, no matter what. Come here, and Luo Jiasheng, it's not that he said it, but that he is too prone to trouble, he is worried.

So even if he hasn't figured out how to treat Mo Yi, Jiang Qiuci is not really from their studio, and Mo Fan can only entrust the matter to them.

They weren't going to disappoint him.

Going back to his room and lying down on the bed, Mo Fan felt waves of heat rushing up, and each wave was stronger than the other, making it impossible for Mo Fan to fall asleep.

Downstairs, the matter has been perfectly resolved, the imperial green has not been taken by anyone, and Guanmo Studio also stated that this piece of imperial green jadeite will be one of the treasures of the studio and will not be sold.

Because of the emergence of Emperor Green, people who re-dispersed began to discuss this strong and rising studio. So far, Guanmo Studio has officially established a name in the upper class.

As for Mo Yi, after the crowd dispersed, Jiang Qiuci pulled him away and took him to an empty corner behind the screen.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yi looked at Jiang Qiuci, frowning slightly.

"Something happened to Mo Fan." Jiang Qiuci didn't tell Mo Yi too much, just like Mo Yi couldn't stand him, and he didn't want to face the direct descendants of the Mo family in the army.This is also a question left over from history, and has nothing to do with whether they have met or whether their personalities match.

"What happened?" What happened?Mo Yi thought for a while, and it was true that he hadn't seen Mo Fan just now.

After quickly and completely describing what happened when Mo Fan came to him just now, Jiang Qiuci finally summed it up: "At that time, I didn't think too much about it. I followed his train of thought and thought he had a fever, but the more I thought about it, the more wrong I became. His face is clearly a trick."

Hired?Mo Yi burst out with murderous aura, and anyone who dared to touch his Mo family had to be ready to accept the anger of his Mo family: "I'll leave this to you, I'll go upstairs to have a look." I hate seeing each other, but Mo Yi has never underestimated Jiang Qiuci's strength.

After thanking Jiang Qiuci in his heart, Mo Yi quickly went upstairs and stood at the door of Mo Fan's room.

The sound insulation effect of the house is very good, so good that even if Mo Yi stood at the door of Mo Fan's room, he didn't know what was going on with Mo Fan.

Putting his hand on the armrest of the door, although he had already come up and stood at the door, Mo Yi didn't know if it was right for him to do so, he didn't know if he would regret it after opening the door.

After standing outside the door for nearly 2 minutes, Mo Yi increased the strength in his hand and pushed the door handle down.

Fortunately, Mo Fan didn't have the habit of locking the door at any time.

The door was opened a small crack, and Mo Fan's suppressed voice came out, that kind of voice full of desire, which Mo Yi had never heard from Mo Fan.

Pushing open the door, what Mo Yi saw was Mo Fan who buried his head in the pillow, took off his clothes, and worked hard.Mo Fan seems to have very little experience, his movements are a bit jerky, and even his suppressed voice is full of pain.

"Mo Fan..." After closing the door, Mo Yi walked to Mo Fan's bedside, his mouth parched.

"Go... go..." At this time, Mo Fan didn't have much reason left. Except for the nocturnal emission, this was the first time that Mo Fan felt the pleasure and sex. Under the influence of Mo Yi, he has basically been lost in the pleasure of getting what he wants, and being able to say a word after hearing Mo Yi's voice is already his limit.

Mo Yi heard Mo Fan's vague refusal, but he didn't leave. As if possessed by a demon, he bent his fist, paused with his hand, and finally put it on Mo Fan's body.

At the position where Mo Yi put his hand down, Mo Fan felt a burst of coldness and numbness. Instinctively, he had a feeling that he wanted to chase after this cold and numb thing that would make him many times more comfortable than he is now.

Mo Yi's hand was hugged by Mo Fan, and he immediately understood what Mo Fan needed. Looking at Mo Fan deeply, Mo Yi's hand moved down, until it reached the place where Mo Fan was licking, and grabbed the thing.

One, two, three...

Probably because the place where he has been living is only at home and in the military camp. The strict discipline at home and the fact that there are no women in the military camp make Mo Yi more calm and capable than Mo Fan when facing such things. .Not long after, Mo Fan spewed out a cloud of whiteness and released it.

Probably because he took too much medicine. Although he released it once, Mo Fan still felt unsatisfied.At this time, Mo Yi was sitting on the bed