Chapter 117: Beautiful man's invitation (3)

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The man smiled and shook his head. "The things in the golden silk roll are counted. If the rare ore in the hands of the adults is enough, more baby will be delivered to your hand."
The monsoon smoke thoughtfully looks at the man who is calm and self-satisfied. Rao is his tone and gentleness, but the elegance of his gestures can not be ignored. This temperament is not like the ordinary merchants can raise. .
but……
"There are a lot of mines in my house. As long as there are enough things, I can bring them at any time." The monsoon smoke is not too slow, but the previous sympathy is rare, but it is not unusual for her. .
Want to repair your own Nedan as soon as possible, monsoon smoke can only make a variety of attempts.
"This point, please rest assured." The man smiled, but his eyes fell on the small face of the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke looked at his eyes and couldn't help but touch his cheeks. "What?"
The man smiled softly: "Nothing, just didn't think of the new city owner of Jicheng, it would be like this..."

Is it young?
The monsoon smoked casually.
The man was slightly stunned, and he was a little funny by the tone of the monsoon smoke.
"Yes, I am not expecting it."
"I think, my age will not affect each other's cooperation." Monsoon flue.
"This is natural." The man responded lightly and then said: "The feathers in the lower house, have not yet asked..."
"Monsoon smoke."
Ling He and Zuo Nuo waited for a while outside the carriage. The eyes of the two men swept over the carriage that entered the monsoon smoke. Only Yang Lan stood still in the same place.
The people who lined up around the world also cast their curious eyes.
After a while, the carriage's door was finally opened, and Linghe and Zuo Nuo immediately shook their bodies and greeted them.
However, the horses that came out of the carriage were not the monsoon smoke, but the handsome men dressed in big bangs. The two men just wanted to open their mouths and immediately took them back when they saw the man.
"Less Lord." The two black-clothed businessmen who were outside were seeing the youth out of the carriage, and they all showed a strange sorrow in their eyes. They immediately stepped forward and said that Gong Zhengyu had been helped from the carriage.
After the arrival of Gong Zhengyu, the monsoon smoke was slowly drilled out of the carriage.
"Less master, how are you..." The two black men looked at Gong Zhengyu with some worries.
Gong Zhengyu raised his hand slightly, and when they didn't finish it, he turned his head and looked at the monsoon flue that had already come down from the carriage: "There is a big man today."
The monsoon smoke should be heard. Linghe and Zuo Nuo on the side are confused. I don’t know what the monsoon smoke and Gong Zhengyu said.
......
In the middle of the city, the fire was sitting in the courtyard, watching the small white squatting at his feet, his eyes lowered.
Suddenly, there was a mess of footsteps in the front yard, and the fire raised the head subconsciously and saw a bodyguard running past him.
"What's wrong?" asked the fire.
The guards’ footsteps were slightly sloppy.
The young masters are the ones who are coming back.
After they finished, they ran towards the front yard.
I didn’t know what I was thinking about. I took a small head of Bai Ze, got up from the stone bench, and walked toward the front yard.
Just went to the front yard, and the fire broke through the familiar figure and walked into his own eyes.