Fei Yifan clearly felt the tightness of Milo's body, and looked up to see a man dressed as an elite, his hair was combed back obediently, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses were on his warm face, revealing an elegant temperament.

He Bi's eyes fell on the hands of Milo and Fei Yifan, and he smiled faintly with unknown meaning, "Yes!" Go to a networking meeting. ”

Milo nodded, not knowing what to say, and the atmosphere was awkward.

"Aren't you going back to your seat?" Milo now only wishes he could leave soon. Out of sight, everyone is clean.

He Bi glanced at the hands of the two again, "It's too messy in the back, I'll come over to find a flight attendant to upgrade." ”

What?! Upgrade! Milo was 100% sure that He Bi meant it, and looked at how poorly he smiled.

He Bi said that he didn't actually smile, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was absolutely close to zero. As for the smile hidden in the bottom of my eyes, I'm sorry, I didn't hide it well.

After the upgrade was done quickly, He Bishi sat diagonally opposite Milo, squinting his eyes and looking at Milo and Fei Yifan with interest, "Don't you introduce me?" ”

"Fei Yifan. Ho Bi. ”

Milo's introduction without any definite words obviously couldn't satisfy He Bi's curiosity, and the eyes that looked at the two of them were full of meaningful inquiry, so presumptuous that Milo was like pins and needles.

"Your friend?" Fei Yifan asked in a low voice in Milo's ear.

"Acquaintances." Friend, Milo doesn't think so. The intersection between her and He Bi is only Xu Zhiheng, aside from this, the two of them can only be regarded as strangers who have known each other for many years.

Fei Yifan raised the clasped hands of the two slightly, "Will it affect you?" ”

"It's okay." Help people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, just help with the righteousness of the plane, no matter how embarrassing Milo is, he plans to resist it.

Milo looked at He Bi's unscrupulous eyes and said lightly: "That Miss Pan, are you okay?" ”

He Bi knew that she was talking about Pantene, and the corners of her mouth that had been torn apart stiffened slightly.

"You say she's a Shandong girl, how can she say such a standard Taipu? I can hear that people's bodies are numb and crispy, and it is very sour. Has she lived in Taiwan for many years? ”

"......, "How can her self-reported fault be exactly the same as Xu Zhiheng's kid?"

He Bi originally liked Pantene's tone that was comparable to Sister Zhiling, but after Xu Zhiheng's last investigation, his heart was cold, and he died down, leaving the matter of chasing Pantene behind. But once had a heart for such a woman, no matter how you say it, it's a stain. Men always can't help but have this kind of face, and now that Milo mentioned it, He Bi's expression is not up and down, it is very exciting.

Milo looked at He Bi's collapsed face, his heart was finally comfortable, he yawned, and leaned on Fei Yifan to fake sleep.

He Bi didn't know that Milo and Pantene had met, and he only secretly resented Xu Zhiheng in his heart. Quietly took out his mobile phone, took a picture of the two people on the opposite side clasping their fingers and snuggling each other affectionately, and prepared to add a block to Xu Zhiheng when he got off the plane.

When Xu Zhiheng saw these photos, he was bidding at a red wine auction, and he was aiming for a 1996 mouton, with a starting price of 200,000 yuan, and this year is the best time to drink, with a smooth, balanced mouth, and most importantly, its rose scent. However, when he saw Milo smiling at Fei Yifan's neck and shoulders in the photo, he had long lost interest in drinking red wine, but he still used great patience to stay at the auction.

His real purpose today is not the wine, but the person who votes for it. He was informed that the man who would eventually win the '96 mouton was his new contact in J City, and that they would meet for the first time at the auction. So, he can't go yet.

Xu Zhiheng frequently raised his cards, and he was determined to get the box of mouton, and when the price reached 380,000, only he and a delicate white-faced scholar-like man were left among the bidders. Obviously, that person is the person he wants to meet, and he just needs to give up the price increase, let that person vote for red wine, and then the two of them will wait for the opportunity to meet.

But no matter how Xu Zhiheng looks at it, the aura on this person's body is too far from his imagination, can someone really hide his momentum so deeply, he can't even smell a little breath? Maybe it was because of this suspicion, or maybe because Milo's matter made him hold his breath and have nowhere to vent, Xu Zhiheng raised the bidding card.

"400,000."

The eyes of the audience fell on Xu Zhiheng, the transaction price of 96mouton at the red wine auction in Hong Kong a week ago was 350,000 yuan, which has been rated as the highest price in the industry, which means that it is not worth it if it exceeds this price. What's more, this is not the last box in the world, J City can't be auctioned, and there can be other ways, which is why no one bids when it reaches 380,000.

"450,000." A subwoofer-like sound came from the last row.

The audience was in an uproar, and they all looked at the men sitting in the last row who calmly raised their hands to bid. Xu Zhiheng also turned back with everyone, and when he saw the man's face clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned.

How could it be him? Is there something wrong with this?