..”

After speaking, the owner of the library did not wait for the other party to speak. He raised his hand and poured out the gold deposit slips from the box.

Hua Qiao was about to speak but stopped.

Xinghua didn’t care at all.

Ye Qianning found this person even more interesting.

Hua Qiao: "Pang Tuan, ignore him. You have a good meal."

If you are willing to count, just do it yourself.

“Auntie, after Baimuxun closes, where will everyone in the museum go?”

You can’t hide in this place for a year and a half, right?

"After the auction ends, Baimuxun will be locked up within ten days. I don't know exactly where everyone in the museum will go. You can ask your father later." Although Hua Qiao is a museum owner, he only auctions I'll be back in a few days to take charge.

Bai Muxun had already packed everything when she came. She was only responsible for the affairs of the museum during the days of the auction. As for the origin of the Kirin guards in the museum, it was not very clear.

"good."

Ye Qianning picked up the porridge.

“Aunt...aunt?”

The owner of the library usually loves money, but at this time, counting money was not for his taste. Another voice called "aunt" came to his ears, and his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

“What?” Hua Qiao turned her eyes.

“Public owner, did she call you aunt?” Fu Guanzhu was extremely surprised.

"What is the problem?"

The hostess slapped his thigh and stood up: "There is a problem, it is very problematic. Host, how can you be someone's concubine?"

The owner of the hall is a concubine?

“What’s wrong with being a concubine? I’m happy with it.” Hua Qiao said.

The hostess was stunned for a moment, with a hurt look on her face. In her opinion, she seemed to be a woman like the hostess who had seen the world. She could control the situation obviously, but she was secretly vicious.

How can such a person be willing to be someone else’s concubine? ?

Ye Qianning: "Master Fu, why do you look a little disappointed?"

When the hostess heard the voice, he looked at Ye Qianning. He looked like a fairy and was unparalleled. How could a mother be so charming when her daughter looked like this?

Thinking about it, he felt even more unhappy.

"It's not disappointment, it's envy." "Envy for what?"

“I envy your father, little girl, who is your father?” Master Fu was very envious and curious.

Ye Qianning sounded a little suspicious.

"Your father rarely shows up, and others don't know about our relationship." Hua Qiao whispered.

Ye Qianning understood.

"Little girl, call your father here." Fu Cheng wanted to see what kind of person the owner of the hotel was willing to be a concubine.

"Master Fu, what are you doing?" Hua Qiao frowned.

Fu Cheng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Master, I'm just curious."

“What are you curious about?”

When the voice came out, everyone in the room was stunned. Only Ye Qianning smiled brightly.

Fu Cheng turned his head numbly and watched as Xiang Minghou entered the door. His breath was cold and full of coldness. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on him like an ice knife.

"What are you curious about, Master Fu?" Xiang Minghou asked again.

Hua Qiao and Xinghua looked at each other, covering their mouths and smiling softly.

The host held his head high, looking like a big iceberg in front of him...it seemed like it would fall down in the next second.

“I..I..spare my life..”

Kneel down, kneel down.

It’s so scary.

"snort."

Hunted coldly to Marquis Ming, without intending to embarrass him, he walked to the table.

“The food is not cold yet.” Xinghua gave him a pair of chopsticks.

Xiang Minghou took it, raised a ball with his hand and put it into his mouth.

“Dad, are you done?” Ye Qianning was almost full.

"You saved a lot of trouble by preparing those ice slices." Xiang Minghou went to pick up the meatballs again: "Today's food is a bit light."

Hua Qiao: "It's because you have a strong taste for salt."