Guo Yang's state of laughing from time to time lasted for a long time, and it was not until the hotel waiter came to the room to collect the food cart that he could be considered to be able to stop laughing. After sending off the waiter at the hotel, Guo Yang subconsciously turned to look at Zhou Bing, but this glance couldn't help but make his eyes widen and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Zhou Bing was curiously fiddling with the Peng Nian pot that Guo Yang had placed on the coffee table before, at this time the red cloth that wrapped the body of the pot had been untied by her, and in Guo Yang's line of sight when he turned to look at her, she saw that she had copied the teapot and looked at it curiously in front of her, with an unrestrained strength in her hand, which couldn't help but make Guo Yang secretly frightened.

Guo Yang was about to make a sound to stop it, but he was worried that his voice was too loud to scare Zhou Bing, causing her to drop the teapot on the ground, and for a while he stood in place and shouted, not shouting, helpless, and watched Zhou Bing chant the inscription on the body of the pot, "This cloud is rich, the meal is not good, and the immortals are confucian." ”

"Tut" saw Zhou Bing finish reading the inscription, shook his head for a while, picked up the lid of the pot, and suddenly saw the word "Peng Nian" on the handle of the pot, so he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Yangyang, where did you get this teapot? It's pretty good-looking, what does this 'Peng Nian' mean?"

As he spoke, Zhou Bing turned his head to look in the direction where Guo Yang was before, but suddenly found that he had already stuck to his eyes at some point, and he was staring at himself with a pair of big eyes at the moment.

Finding Guo Yang approaching silently, he couldn't help but startle Zhou Bing, and then let out an exclamation.

Hearing Zhou Bing's exclamation, Guo Yang secretly said that it was not good, seeing the teapot that slowly fell from her hand like a slow camera, slowly falling to the teapot on the side of the marble coffee table, for a moment his heart was mixed, and he couldn't help but think sadly that he had done his best, and wanted to quietly snatch the teapot over, but she found out, and it also prompted the tragedy to happen, it seems that everything is providential.

Although Guo Yang's heart was desolate, his body did not obey the call, and he pounced out, and at the moment when the teapot and the coffee table came into contact, a pair of big hands caught it steadily.

Looking at Guo Yang, who was lying across the coffee table, Zhou Bing couldn't help but be stunned, and forgot that she was still holding a pot lid in her hand, and just when she was about to let go, she saw Guo Yang on the coffee table suddenly stretch out a hand, with a burst of afterimage, and snatched the pot lid in her hand.

Everything was instinctively relieved, and even Guo Yang himself didn't expect that his movements could be so fast, until the two objects fell into his hands at the same time, Guo Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, and for a moment he only felt that his heart wanted to jump out, and his eyes were black for a while.

Holding back the discomfort on his body, Guo Yang carefully put the teapot steady, and then breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and lay on his back on the coffee table, and closed his eyes with relief.

Zhou Bing looked at Guo Yang lying on the coffee table in a daze, and after a little gleam in his eyes, he glanced at the teapot he had taken before, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have almost caused a big disaster, that teapot must not be ordinary, otherwise it would not have made Guo Yang excited like this.

Thinking of this, Zhou Bing knew that he was at a loss, and looked at Guo Yang, who was still lying on the coffee table with his eyes closed, his lips squirmed, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Guo Yang lay on the coffee table for a long time, only then did he feel that the soul that had left his body before had returned to his body again, only to see him slowly open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Zhou Bing, who was looking at him timidly.

Looking at her frightened deer-like appearance, Guo Yang couldn't bear to be harsh, no matter how to say that Zhou Bing was much more important than this teapot in the relationship, thinking of this, Guo Yang sat up quite helplessly, sighed, and settled down again, then carefully picked up the Peng Nian pot and put the lid back in place.

After everything was done, Guo Yang, who was completely relieved, glanced at Zhou Bing as the initiator, recalled her previous question, and said lightly:

"Yang Pengnian, the word Erquan, the number Dapeng, the Qing Dynasty Jiaqing, Daoguang period of the pot maker, this pot is his handwriting, so there will be a 'Peng Nian' under the lid of the pot, which is the most basic feature of the Peng Nian pot.

The inscription on it is the inscription of Chen Shouhong of Liyang Zhixian in the same period, because the bottom of his collection of pots is engraved with the bottom of the 'Amanda Room'. ”

Saying that, Guo Yang turned the bottom of the pot to Zhou Bing so that she could see the bottom of the pot clearly.

Seeing that there were really four words Guo Yang said under the pot, Zhou Bing nodded silently, although he didn't understand what Guo Yang said, but no matter how sluggish Zhou Bing's consciousness was, he also realized from Guo Yang's tone at this time that this teapot is not only an antique, but also an antique with a background.

Seeing Guo Yang methodically wrapping the teapot in his hand with a red cloth again, he was so calm and indifferent from before that Zhou Bing couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, only to hear her ask tentatively and timidly: "This ...... Is it expensive?" Because in her consciousness, the so-called antiques only have two characteristics, one is old, and the other is expensive.

Hearing Zhou Bing's words, the corners of Guo Yang's mouth curled, he made a somewhat weird smile, pondered for a while and then said: "This pot is called Hengyun, it's not expensive for me, I can buy hundreds of thousands of pots if I think about it, but the important thing is not the price, but the less, you can't buy it if you have money, this pot has been passed down for two hundred years, and there is no one less than one." ”

The reason why Guo Yang felt that this pot was strange, and he was so shocked when he saw it for the first time, was mainly because in the memory of the previous life, this Hengyun should have always been in a museum in a certain city, but he didn't expect it to be held in his hand now.

"Oh, then I'm sorry, I shouldn't have touched your things casually, I accidentally ...... just now" Guo Yang waved his hand to interrupt Zhou Bing's words, only to hear him continue: "You don't need to apologize to me, in the final analysis, this is just a teapot, how can it be compared to you? ”

Hearing Guo Yang's words, Zhou Bing suddenly felt warm in his heart, seeing that he didn't blame himself, he saw Zhou Bing couldn't help but bow his head and whispered: "Yangyang, thank you." ”

Hearing Zhou Bing's words, Guo Yang put the teapot wrapped up again, and then said to her: "You are my fiancée, why are you so polite to me? Besides, I don't plan to be polite to you." As he spoke, he saw Guo Yang's eyes roll, and then smiled evilly.

Looking at his expression, Zhou Bing suddenly realized something, instantly blushed, and whispered: "Yangyang, you hate it!"

Just when the two were sweet, the door of Fang Nan's bedroom was suddenly opened, and Fang Nan, whose eyes were red and swollen, stood under the door frame, and when she saw Guo Yang and Zhou Bing who were intimate together, she couldn't help but look stunned, and suddenly all kinds of emotions of embarrassment, loss, and affection crossed her face one by one.

Time froze for a long time, and the embarrassment like a substance filled the air around him, and then he saw Fang Nan slowly retreat back to the room as if he hadn't seen anything, and closed the door with him.

Guo Yang and Zhou Bing glanced at each other sluggishly, and then they suddenly separated as if they suddenly realized something, and at this moment, even Guo Yang's face was a little more flushed, I saw him ponder for a while, and then whispered, and said to Zhou Bing, whose face was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood: "You said Fang Nan she wouldn't think about it, right?"

Hearing Guo Yang's words, Zhou Bing covered his flushed face and was slightly stunned, and then said with some concern: "It's hard to say this, otherwise I'll go see her again." With that, Zhou Bing got up and walked towards Fang Nan's room.

But at this moment, Guo Yang hurriedly called out to her and said: "Xiaoice, persuade her well, don't give up a forest for a crooked neck tree, hang a few more." ”

Comprehending Guo Yang's words, Zhou Bing couldn't help but glance at him, and whispered: "Where did you learn this poor mouth, why didn't you find out that you were so flamboyant before?"

"There's a lot of stuff you haven't found, by the way, you go in for a while, and ask her if she can go back to the Northern Province with us tomorrow, and if she's in a bad mood, then stay here for a few days, and then go over there with Dazhi to join us." ”

Listening to Guo Yang's words, Zhou Bing nodded, and seeing that he had nothing else to do, he turned around and knocked on Fang Nan's door.