Chapter 273： Underfilled (3) (1/2)
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The monsoon smoke came out, and Rao was calm and calm, and could not maintain the calm of his face.
The face of the emirate is even more ugly, ”No!”
The monsoon smoke raised his eyebrows slightly.
”no need?”
The quarter emirate took a deep breath and pressed the urge to vomit blood: ”I misunderstood.”
The monsoon smoke smiled and said: ”What happened to the uncle? If I don't make it clear, I can't understand it.”
The quarter emirates smothered the monsoon smoke, almost squeezing out a few words from the teeth.
”The defensive character is yours.”
The monsoon smoke smiled.
Aside from all the auctioneers, I realized that it was going to happen, but he was very wise to choose to bow down and look as if he didn’t know anything.
However, regardless of how the auctioneer knows the time, the quarters of the quarter are extremely remorseful.
If you know that there is a defensive character in the hands of the monsoon smoke, he will never ask the auctioneer to come and witness his own farce!
”Come on, first send the auctioneer back.”
The auctioneer happily withdrew from the study.
The monsoon smoke does not care about the behavior of the quarterly emirates. The auctioneer of Shenglong Auction House is affiliated with the royal family. Even if the quarter emirate is the next family of the family, but still can not intervene in the St. Long auction house, today... Regardless of whether the season chief is willing or not, the auctioneer is afraid to tell everyone about it.
This face of the emirate is lost!
The monsoon smoke can be thought of, and the season emirates naturally think of it. His face is ugly and scary.
After the monsoon smoke has appreciated the embarrassing face of the season, this is satisfied with the opening: ”The age of the uncle is not small, the memory decline is understandable, rest assured, this little problem, I will not mind.”
The monsoon smoke said that it is a falling stone.
I almost didn't squirt a bit of old blood!
”Since things have already been understood, then the troubled uncle will return the **** trees to me.” The monsoon smoked the smile.
The quarter emirate took a deep breath, forced the urge to smother the monsoon smoke, and tried to restore the calmness and wisdom of the weekdays. It took almost no time, and the face of the emirates returned to normal. He looked at the monsoon flue: ”I am afraid this. Things can't be done.”