Yan Tian: He can't have a set in this bag, right?

Xue Qi: You're still ruthless!

Fu Mochen picked up his mobile phone and lazily edited the information: The child gave it and ate it to strengthen his body.

In a word, the group fried the pot again.

In the quiet carriage, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

Fu Mochen picked it up, and after he listened, his eyes looked at her deeply:

"Inside information, there is an auction tonight, I heard that there are blood spirits in the auction, child, will you go with me?"

Qin Qi raised his eyebrows.

The expectation in the man's eyes is obvious:

"I'll take a look and check it for you."

"Okay." The man slowly hooked his lips.

The phantom quickly turned around.

In the car, Qin Qi opened the shopping software and began to search for a thermos cup.

Fu Mochen glanced at her screen:

"You want to buy a cup?"

"Well, give it away." Qin Qi nodded.

She swiped the screen with her fingertips, and after a while, her little face seemed a little impatient.

She has difficulty choosing and doesn't like to shop.

However, Xiaoxiao's thermos cup has used up the paint, and she wants to buy her a cup.

Fu Mochen's dark eyes turned and he glanced at it again quietly.

Pink.

She was supposed to be for girls.

The man carefully caught a trace of impatience flashing in her eyes, and his thin lips raised slightly:

"Do you need me to help you prepare?"

Qin Qi silently closed the shopping software, and leaned on the car seat with his petite body:

"Okay, as soon as possible."

She let go of her hand quickly, and even asked for time, and the smile on Fu Mochen's lips was even bigger.

Not bad.

I'm starting to try to rely on him.

Half an hour later, the phantom stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

Xu Yi pushed Fu Mochen's wheelchair inside, and Qin Qi followed lazily alongside.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the auction, a figure of an unkind visitor walked out of nowhere, and stood in front of the three of them:

"Yo, my good brother, your legs are lame, how can you still have the heart to come to such an occasion?"

The man is 1.88 meters tall, and his face is extremely outstanding.

However, he doesn't look like Fu Mochen at all.

He was dressed in a silver suit, which made his already white skin even whiter, and his scarlet lips were raised disdainfully, unconcealing his anger.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a sick girl.

Fu Mochen saw the person clearly, and a flash of disgust flashed in his dark eyes.

Fu Ao.

An adopted son brought back by his father when he was young.

His titular younger brother.

"Get out of the way." Fu Mochen's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You ordered me to get out of the way? Do you think you are still the same as before? ”

Fu Ao laughed wildly.

His laughter was particularly eerie, attracting curious glances from the people around him.

When they saw clearly that the man was opposite the cold-faced Fu Ye, the onlookers chuckled in their hearts and left quickly.

It's actually Master Fu's melon?

How can they have the fat guts to eat?

After Fu Ao finished laughing, he bent down slightly, and his handsome face leaned in front of Fu Mochen, and began to taunt:

"Tell me, what did you quarrel with your grandfather a year ago? Now that you have become disabled, you have been abandoned by your grandfather, and you don't even have the position of the heir of the Fu family. ”

"It's not a good feeling to fall from the altar overnight, isn't it?"

Fu Mochen rubbed the Buddhist beads in his hand and ordered in a deep voice:

"Xu Yi, palm mouth."

"Yes, Master Fu."

Xu narrowed his eyes, he raised his hand, and a punch landed on Fu Ao's face.

He moves fast.

In the end, he had practiced, and with a punch, Fu Ao's face was crooked and swollen.

Annoyed, he raised his hand to return it.

Fu Mochen stared at him indifferently, and his deep voice was extremely terrifying:

"I'm still the Fu family, the Fu family's family rules: infighting is not allowed in front of outsiders, aren't you afraid that I'll tell my grandfather now?"

Fu Ao was secretly deflated, and his raised fist slowly fell.

He wants inheritance.

He was afraid.

At that moment, Fu Ao reluctantly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, snorted coldly, and walked towards the auction venue.

As soon as Fu Mochen entered the venue, the manager immediately greeted him with a smile:

"Master Fu, I arranged a place for you in the front row, and I will take you over."

As soon as the two of them took their seats, the eyes of the people around them quickly fell on Qin Qi beside Fu Mochen.

The girl wears a black cap with only half of her delicate face exposed.

She pursed her lips tightly, and her jawline was exquisite.

Sitting there quietly, a powerful sense of oppression hit.

The crowd bowed their heads and began to whisper.

"Which family's daughter is Fu Ye's side?"

"I guess it's not in the city, and it looks quite unfamiliar."

"Looking young, it's the first time I've seen Master Fu take a girl out."

Soon, the auction began.

There are many auction items for sale, including antiques, jewelry, paperwork and so on.

Half an hour later, the staff served the last auction item, the Blood Spirit.

This special medicinal material attracted everyone's curiosity as soon as it was introduced.

Qin Qi slowly sat up straight, his gaze falling on the blood spirit in front of him.

The fineness is average.

Visually it is wild and is considered to be of medium to low quality.

You can barely use it.

"Blood spirit, rare medicinal herbs, 10 million starting auctions."

10 million plants?

Qin Qi frowned.

When the blood spirit in her laboratory was successfully cultivated, the quality was far above it.

"What's wrong?" Fu Mochen approached her.

Qin Qi stretched out eight fingers, and she lowered her voice:

"The maximum price is 80 million, and no matter how high it is, it won't be."

Fu Mochen looked at her with a painful face, her thin lips were slightly raised, and her handsome face was full of doting.

"Fifteen million." Fu Mochen raised his card and was the first to ask for the price.

The people around looked at him suspiciously.

Seeing that it was Fu Ye holding up the sign, those who were still a little interested in putting down the sign invariably.

Joke.

Who dares to grab what Fu Ye has a fancy?

"Twenty million." In the crowd, Fu Ao held up a sign.

Fu Mochen's dark eyes darkened slightly, and he tilted his head slightly.

Not far behind him, Fu Ao raised his chin slightly, and the provocation in his eyes was particularly obvious.

"Thirty million." Fu Mochen squinted his eyes with a calm face.

"Fifty million!"

Fu Ao chased after him.

In an instant, the eyes of the people around fell on the two of them, and some recognized Fu Ao, and suddenly exclaimed.

"He, isn't he Fu Ao? Old Man Fu's favorite grandson ......"

"I remember, five years ago, the two had a fight because of someone, and at that time the old man Fu was so angry that he rushed back to Lincheng from Kyoto overnight."

"In the past, Fu Ao was not welcomed, but after Fu Mochen lost his inheritance, he became a very popular heir."

"Old man Fu is not stupid, Fu Ao is an outsider in the end, and there is no blood relationship between the Fu family at all."

"Who knows?"

Fu Mochen slowly raised his eyebrows, and after a while, his thin lips were slightly hooked:

"Do you know what blood spirits are for? Do you buy it useful? ”

Fu Ao shrugged.

On that frighteningly white face, the words 'it doesn't matter' were written.

"It doesn't matter if it's useful or not, I like to grab things from you."

"Huh!"

Fu Mochen sneered.

In the curious eyes of everyone, he raised the sign again, his thin lips slightly opened:

"Eighty million."

Qin Qi frowned and blinked.

It's obvious.

Fu Ao wanted to fight with him and buy the blood spirit.

She tilted her head, lowered her voice and spoke to Fu Mochen.