C92 (2/2)

I stopped eating and looked at the group of people who had suddenly arrived at the entrance. I didn't know what was going on.

His beard was short but sparse, and there was a cigarette in his mouth, as though he was frowning from the smoke, his empty eyes studied Fan Xinyu and me, and then he invited the main person standing outside the door in.

At the invitation of this bull-like middle-aged uncle, a young man in his twenties walked in through the door, dressed as if he were walking on the frontier of fashion, because I couldn't make out the gaudy suspenders and tinkling chains on his body.

After the young man walked in, two black-clothed men wearing sunglasses came in. They should be the young man's bodyguards.

From the looks of it, this young man is definitely another descendant of that huge clan. I guess that after seeing Fan Xinyu's looks, he probably wanted to do something reckless.

Sure enough, the young man unceremoniously found an empty chair closest to Fan Xinyu and sat down. He glanced at Fan Xinyu's chest and said: ”Hello, young miss.

Fan Xinyu stood up, walked to a chair that was slightly further away from Zhang Xiaoyun, and sat down before saying: ”From the looks of it, you don't seem like an antique dealer at all.”

”Miss, you're wrong. You can't judge that I'm not an antique dealer just by looking at my clothes.” Zhang Xiaoyun was unwilling to let her go, she moved her butt to the chair that Fan Xinyu was sitting on just now, her face smiling as she leaned towards Fan Xinyu, ”I can prove to Miss that I am an antique dealer.”

As he said that, Zhang Xiaoyun took out a blood-red wooden box from her inside pocket and placed it on the table. However, she did not open it.

When this blood-red box was taken out, I saw that Fan Xinyu's expression had become somewhat surprised. She couldn't even conceal it when she wanted to, and this was enough to show that the thing Zhang Xiaoyun took out was definitely not an ordinary thing.

In the end, Fan Xinyu could not help but ask Zhang Xiaoyun: ”This box is the Agarwood?”

Zhang Xiaoyun's smile became wider, and she seemed to be very satisfied with Fan Xinyu's reaction, ”Miss, you're right, it seems like you are also a knowledgeable person.”

I had no idea what they were talking about, but from their reactions, I guessed it was a treasure.

”What kind of amazing treasure would it be to be able to put it in a box made of fragrant yellow sandalwood?” Fan Xinyu, who knew the truth, did not conceal the excitement in his heart anymore. His eyes lit up, almost snatching it out for a look.

”Actually, it can't be considered a stunning treasure. As long as Miss agrees to accompany me for a day, I can completely give you this thing.” Zhang Xiaoyun casually played with the box in her hand, but in reality, it was shaking in front of Fan Xinyu's eyes, trying to seduce her.

”Mr. Zhang, I'm really sorry. I already have a husband. I can't make such a deal with you.” Although she was obsessed, it was fortunate that Fan Xinyu kept a trace of consciousness and was not tempted to leave.

”So what if you have a husband? We're just playing together. We won't let anyone else know. ” Zhang Xiaoyun was very shameless, and these words came out of his mouth very smoothly. Too bad he finally caught a glimpse of me, so he couldn't help but laugh, causing me to be baffled.