Chapter 672： : Han Yu (2/2)
”Then ask them both, I don't have any appetite, just follow you to deal with it briefly!” Lu Yingxue said.
”Hehe, I don't want to, this talent has just left school, you can't eat anymore, but... are you sure you really want to ask them both?” Jin Miaomiao frowned and said.
The two girls turned their heads back gently, and they saw Sun Qiong and Zhang He, still arguing there.
I almost didn't roll up my arms and sleeve my sleeves, and had a good fight on the school playground.
Upon seeing this, Lu Yingxue and Jin Miaomiao both smiled bitterly and shook their heads.
No one was talking, and tacitly walked into the bedroom building.
When they first walked into the gate, they only heard the voices of Sun Qiong and Zhang He coming from behind.
”You don't have to fight with me, I don't believe it, I'll find handsome Lin to comment on us!”
”Just look for it, I'm afraid you will look for it?”
”Brother Lin, tell me, which of us is more...Huh? People?”
”How come Miao Miao and Yingxue are gone?”
Hearing these words, Jin Miaomiao and Lu Yingxue, who were walking into the teaching building, couldn't help speeding up their pace and fleeing into the dormitory...
At this moment, Lin Fan was driving towards Fengshi.
It is now more than ten o'clock in the morning, not even eleven.
If you hurry up, you can get to the place around three o'clock in the afternoon.
Ever since, he took the phone out of his pocket, found a number, and dialed it quickly.
It is Han Yuhan, manager of Wanxiang Auction House.
The last time I cooperated with Han Yu, it was when Lin Fan was selling that night pearl.
Han Yu looks pretty good, and treats Lin Fan with enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, almost responsive to requests.
Of course, it can be said that there is a relationship with that night pearl.
But overall, Wanxiang Auction House gave Lin Fan a very good feeling, especially the more straight-tempered and violent Master Zheng.
After the phone rang a few times, the other end was connected.
The person speaking was Han Yu's voice.
He seemed to know that Lin Fan was calling this call, and there was a bit of excitement in his voice.
”Hello? Mr. Lin? I didn't expect you to call me. Any advice?” Han Yu said on the phone.
Lin Fan smiled and said, ”Don't tell me that you are poor. I ask you, are you still in Fengshi?”
”Hey, here, it's the same place, Delong Street, No. 263, Wanxiang Auction House, what's the matter, are you coming here?” Han Yu said with a smile on the phone.
”Yes, I have something to do. I need to ask Grandpa Zheng for help. Isn't his old man also here?” Lin Fan smiled.
”Yes, don't worry!” Han Yu answered quickly.
”Well, that's good, OK, I will be there at around three or four in the afternoon!” Lin Fan replied.
”No problem, I'm waiting for you in the store!”
”Ok!”
After a few short sentences, Lin Fan hung up the call.
When I stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the car suddenly picked up again, and drove straight to Fengshi...