Man'er, here you come. Ji Chuncheng said.

Zhou Man'er, who had never had any sense of existence, walked over with a gentle and generous smile, standing with Ji Chuncheng, looking like a pair of beautiful people.

Some reporters, looking at this pair of handsome men and beauties, itched their hands, and couldn't help but take a few photos.

"Now you go and get the real thing, and enjoy it while everyone is there."

Zhou Man'er nodded softly, said "yes", and walked out with a bewitching figure.

As soon as the reporters saw that the occupational disease had been committed again, they began to interview the relationship between Ji Chuncheng and Zhou Man'er.

The flash has never stopped, Ji Chuncheng is troubled, but he still has to make a mature and steady appearance on his face, such a taste, how can a "grievance" be described.

Yan Wei had already walked to Ling Yue's side, standing side by side with him, she whispered to Ling Yue: "I know this guy, don't look at him smiling happily on the surface, in fact, he is vomiting blood in his heart!" ”

Ling Yue looked at her sideways, and when she saw Yan Wei admiring the expression on Ji Chuncheng's face, she felt a little unpleasant in her heart-

This woman, why is he by his side, and he still has to pay attention to other men?

Thinking like this, Ling Yue moved his body quietly, cleverly blocking Yan Yue's gaze in Ji Chuncheng's direction.

Yan Wei, who was interrupted from watching, looked up suspiciously, her big and watery eyes were a little ignorant, and she looked a little innocent and cute.

Ling Yue coughed and said, "The authentic Tang celadon is coming. ”

He couldn't find anything to say for a while, so he had to repeat the good news again.

Yan Wei smiled and nodded, "I know." After a pause, Yan Wei looked at Ling Yue's eyes again and said solemnly, "Thank you." ”

Ling Yue was not used to Yan Wei being so solemn, he opened his eyes a little uncomfortably: "No thanks, what is this." ”

This time he moved his eyes, and he saw Uncle Ming and Shen Lian, who were holding their shoulders with their hands and shoulders, and were looking at their family in the same posture.

Shen Lian's expression was covered by a mask, and Ling Yue couldn't see it, but he could see Uncle Ming's expression clearly.

How do you say, look, study? It seems that the old father looks at the stinky boy who covets his daughter.

Occasionally, there were some other emotions, but hidden under those expressions, Ling Yue didn't have time to distinguish them in a hurry.

"Uncle Ming." After thinking about it, Ling Yue took the initiative to walk over and say hello, as for Shen Lian, he didn't know his name, he just politely called "Mr. Divine Hand".

For this kind of person with hard skills, Ling Yue would not be stingy with his respect, because they were worthy.

Uncle Ming unceremoniously glanced at him again, elongated his voice, "Hmm-", and then glanced at Yan Wei again.

Yan Wei made Uncle Ming cry and laugh at this glance, and she screamed in disgust: "Uncle Ming, what are you doing-"

Uncle Ming thought to himself: What am I doing here? Why are you still asking me? Obviously, there are people who want to do something to you!

In the face of this kind of fool, Uncle Ming really didn't want to say anything, he glared at Yan Wei with hatred.

Yan Wei was inexplicable, and was about to open his mouth to ask for clarification, but Ling Yue had already spoken on the side: "Listen to Yan Wei, you are back in charge of Yunyue Zhai again." ”

Uncle Ming bowed, "That's right, while this bone is not too old, I'll help a bunch of fennel again." ”

"If there's anything I can help with, just ask." Ling Yue said.

Yan Wei glanced at him, a little surprised, why was Ling Yue so good at talking today?

But after thinking about it, people just got a piece of Tang celadon for nothing, and it is estimated that they are in a good mood.

However, when the words are spoken, they are spoken, and while she is in a good mood, Yan Wei is also bolder, she said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "President Ling Da is a good talker, if there is anything to do in the future, I will really look for you." ”

"Of course, you can come to me at any time." Ling Yue said seriously.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, and in Yan Wei's opinion, this sentence should be added with a "serious expression", anyway, when she looked at Ling Yue's serious expression, her heartbeat skipped a beat.

The little interaction between the two did not escape the eyes of the two opposites at all, Uncle Ming and Shen Lian glanced at each other, and their eyes showed the meaning of "It's really enough".

After a few simple conversations, Zhou Man'er came with the real thing, and when Shen Lian saw this Tang celadon, he blurted out two words - "really".

Yan Wei stepped forward to take a look, and sure enough, this Tang celadon was the real thing, and it was Yan's father's collection.

Seeing this Tang celadon, Yan Wei seemed to see the familiar smiling face of Yan's father again, and the cold porcelain was also given a warm temperature because of memory, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand and wanted to touch this porcelain.

Just as Yan Wei's hand was about to touch the porcelain, a pair of hands suddenly took it away from it, even the container it contained.

"It's not your stuff after all, so don't touch it casually." Zhou Man'er's voice came from the side.

Yan Wei retracted her hand, she didn't want to have any argument with Zhou Man'er on this, if something went wrong with the porcelain, she would really die of heartache.

Zhou Man'er was disgusted, and she consciously let out a small breath of evil in her heart, and she proudly curled the corners of her bright red mouth.

"So can you give me my stuff?" Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the biting coldness was all aimed at Zhou Man'er.

It turned out that the maker of this cold air was none other than Ling Yue. As soon as Zhou Man'er saw him, she immediately couldn't say anything, so she could only obediently hand over Tang Celadon over.

The reporters came with a genuine eight-figure product, and finally let Ji Chuncheng go, and ran over to take pictures.

Ji Chuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, he was really going to be crazy by these reporters, only you don't want to say it, there is nothing they dare not ask.

"Mr. Ling, Miss Yan. Why don't you take a picture in front of Tang Celadon now! Another member of the reporter suggested.

These two men are handsome and beautiful, standing together is a landscape, if you add this superb porcelain, then it is simply perfect.

If he could take this photo, the reporter who proposed it thought to himself, he must make this photo the front page of the headline, and he would put it big.

Looking at the expectant eyes of those reporters, Yan Wei didn't know what to do, she didn't care about taking pictures, she just didn't know what Ling Yue thought.

Casting an inquiring look at Ling Yue, Ling Yue moved his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Click." A beautiful photo. Frozen forever.