Duanmu Baolian immediately handed the brocade box to Mo Qingyi, and Mo Qingyi carefully wrapped the porcelain bowl with old newspapers, and put it in the brocade box.

However, Mo Zidan was no longer excited about buying the secret color porcelain at this time, so he greeted Wu Shufei, greeted Mo Qingyi and left.

"Hey, little girl, the handsome guy is gone!" Mr. Yang said with a smile, "Come on, little girl, let's get to know each other for a while. My name is Yang Nairu."

"What?" Duanmu Baolian didn't hear clearly. Just now when Wu Shufei introduced to her, he only said that Mr. Yang's surname was Yang, and didn't say what his name was. When Mr. Yang introduced himself at this time, this name made her feel thunderous instantly. Gun Gun, "Yang Naiwu? How is your little cabbage?"

Yang Nairu touched the cold sweat on his brow, although his name had been teased before, but this was the first time he was teased by a little girl.

"It's the Confucianism of Confucianism, not the martial arts of martial arts." Yang Nairu said.

"Well, that is to say, there is no cabbage in your house?" Duanmu Baolian said.

"Yes, there is no cabbage in my family, and there is no handsome guy like the Mohist kid." Yang Nairu laughed.

Duanmu Baolian's face flushed. Although she liked Mo Qingyi's appearance very much, and even felt that it would be even better if she could touch and pinch him, but did she act like this?Is she that obvious?

"Little girl is actually blushing?" Yang Nairu looked at Duanmu Baolian's pretty face blushing, and couldn't help laughing any longer, "I have some business contacts with the Mo family, how about I introduce you?"

"No!" Duanmu Baolian immediately refused, what are you kidding, I just met once, what introduction?Besides, she is not enough, she is not yet old enough to introduce a boyfriend.

But when a fat man like Yang Nairu said it, Duanmu Baolian suddenly couldn't help comparing Mo Qingyi with Mr. Mei. Mr. Mei is also a rare handsome man, much better-looking than those male movie stars on TV. If he Standing with Mo Qingyi, who would look better?

After thinking about it, Duanmu Baolian suddenly discovered that Mo Qingyi was actually a sunny and beautiful boy. When he smiled, his face was full of sunshine, like the big brother of the next door, within reach.

However, Mr. Mei is different. If she had to describe Mr. Mei, she found that Mr. Mei seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious light, like an elf in the dark night, like a blood race in Western myths and legends, elegant, noble, Mysterious and unattainable.

"Little girl, do you still have old gadgets in your house?" Yang Nairu asked in a low voice, "Let's have a chat when you have time?"

"What are you talking about?" As soon as Yang Nairu interrupted, Duanmu Baolian came back to her senses and asked instinctively.

"Of course it's an antique." Yang Nairu said with a chuckle, "Of course, if the little girl wants to talk to me about her ideals in life, I'd be happy too."

"You...you fat man." Duanmu Baolian didn't know why she was so hot-headed that she spoke out her thoughts.

Yang Nairu was stunned, it had been so many years, no one dared to call him a fat man to his face, but today, he let a very cute little girl call him a "fat man" in person, but the problem was that he was a bit He didn't care, even, he couldn't help laughing.

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