"Back to my lord, the old rule is that I don't start on time in the afternoon. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" staff followed behind Wu Wu, following in the footsteps.

"Got it," Wu Xian pretended to be familiar with the way, and walked towards the box on the third floor of the auction hall according to the direction in his memory, "Don't forget to bring a list." She reminded the staff.

Although I didn't understand why the adults were suddenly interested in the auction items, the staff didn't dare to ask more, so they obediently did so.

Soon after entering the box, the second guest was welcomed outside the Zibei Auction House.

The low-key yet luxurious agarwood carriage stopped outside the auction house, and the tall half-breed white horse, with its curvaceous neck, hissed low at the carved door of the auction house, as if urging the people inside to hurry out to greet the guests.

Two maids who received guests came out of the auction house, with beautiful faces and gorgeous clothes. When the guests in the carriage jumped out of the carriage and looked at them, two intoxicating blush climbed on the faces of the two maids.

"Young Master Su......" turned out to be one of the owners of the auction house - Young Master Su Mosu.

The two maids glanced at each other, saw the-for-tat hostility in each other's eyes, and threw themselves into Su Mo's arms almost in no particular order.

Su Mo didn't seem to be surprised, and he didn't resist, he opened his hand and took the two maids into his arms at the same time, and a little lazy appeared on his feminine face, like a cat lying on the steps in the afternoon, with a lazy expression and sharp eyes.

"Why is it only coming out now? Who else are you going to serve but me? He lifted the chin of the maid in his arms on his left, and with a little force in his hand, the maid's pretty face suddenly turned white because of the pain, and she did not dare to complain, and a trace of fear flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, the maid on the right smiled at the corners of her mouth, and her body stiffened involuntarily.

Young Master Su Mo is well-known for his moodiness, even if he snuggles up in his arms and goes on a skin-to-skin relationship with him, he still can't get his sincerity. Who is more favored, and what is the difference?

"Young Master......" It took a long time for the maid who was pinched to find her voice back, "We don't serve anyone except you." ”

"That's good, I was a little rough just now, and it hurt you." Su Mo's expression was the same as the two of them just now, his eyebrows and eyes were full of doting, and he looked distressed.

"No, no." The maid shook her head again and again, frightened.

On a sunny day, Su Mo hugged the two maids and entered the auction house together.

Those who saw him along the way bowed their heads and retreated.

"Young Master, please stay."

Su Mo kept walking towards the auction hall, and a staff member dared to stop him halfway.

"What's the matter?" Su Mo stopped, his face was not emotional.

"That ......," the staff member said, "your box is occupied by another adult." ”

When Su Mo heard this, his eyes were as cold and sharp as ice blades, and the two maids who were nestled in his arms felt his anger and trembled, "What adult?" "In Zibei, who else can be called an adult?

"He changed his appearance, his subordinates were clumsy, and he couldn't recognize him......" The staff's voice became lower and lower, and his head lowered more and more, "He also has a purple medal, and his subordinates don't dare to ask......"

Purple Medal?

Su Mo was already ready to do it, and after listening to the words, he took his hand back again.

The organizers behind the Zibei auction house have never been made public, and the people who work in the auction house only know that the person with the purple medal is the senior management of the auction house, but they don't know who it is and how many there are.

Su Mo, as one of the high-level executives, often goes in and out of the auction house, and is gradually familiar. He knew in his heart that there were only two real high-level organizations from beginning to end.

Only these two have the purple medal of the shell mark, and he is one of them.