Dear Commander-in-Chief

Deity!

What is this concept?

This is equivalent to going to the temple to put incense and seeing the Bodhisattva mother speak.

Is it so happy to die?

One by one couldn't wait to squeeze over to toast and greet each other immediately, but was photographed by Gong Jue's cold air, and didn't dare to act rashly.

"Lord, how about a drink together?" Bailang suggested tentatively.

Gong Jue's eyes were cold: "I'm not free--"

The voice did not fall.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the eyes condensed on a petite figure.

The man frowned almost imperceptibly.

Immediately, he took a seat directly in front of the French windows.

The wealthy and wealthy young men who wanted to toast just now were all overwhelmed with surprises. Fuck, they finally had the opportunity to drink with Sir Alex, feeling that their worth had soared several times in an instant.

Bai Lang twitched his lips--

Sir Sir, aren’t you free?

Isn't it a bit wayward to change your mind so quickly?

The high-cold commander-in-chief who said it was good, but what about it?

However, this also proves from the side that Sir Alex Ferguson and he are really good brothers who are born and die...too much to save face.

So moved.

Bai Lang toasted contentedly, just about to clink with Gong Jue to celebrate.

However, suddenly found that Gong Jue's thoughts were not on him at all.

That focused, unobtrusive gaze, especially like facing a certain fairy alone...

Bai Lang followed Gong Jue's eyes suspiciously.

Sure enough, I saw Gu Qiqi's petite figure walking through a group of bidding gamblers. His little hands sometimes touched the stone and sometimes knocked on the stone, looking very interested.

Damn it.

He received ten thousand critical hits.

A fragile little heart has been broken into scum.

Gong Jue actually didn't want to support him and save him face, Gong Jue was actually just for the convenience of sitting by the window and watching the little fairies.

What a crit!

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At this time, gambling in the stone field.

Gu Qiqi didn't know that he had become the center of several pairs of eyes.

She has already walked around the field, feeling every stone carefully.

"Master silver, temporarily start the treasure appraisal skill, it consumes energy points very quickly, our inventory is running out of color points, have you found the stone you want?" Little dirty tortoise reminded dutifully.

Gu Qiqi shook his head: "There are two pieces of pure old pit glass, but unfortunately, there is no red jade in the middle."

In fact, she also knew that this jade was not so easy to find.

It's really not good. I will come a few more times in the future and I will always bump into it.

I was about to give up and went back to the house, only to hear the little dirty turtle suddenly scream and eagerly said: "Main silver, main silver, look, there are some new wool released over there! Go and see."

"Isn't there enough energy points?"

"Hey, Lord Silver, your enemy may be thinking about you again. There are so many negative emotions, but we are cool, and we are going up in a hurry!"

Gu Qiqi: "..."

Does she have to thank, there are so many people who hate her.

On the gold velvet countertop, the last woolen material is displayed.

The color is not very good, and the size is relatively small. They are all scraps the size of a man's fist.

Gu Qiqi's small white hands just pasted one of them.

Behind him, a waiter came to stop him: "Sorry, this guest, this stone, the guest in VIP room 38 upstairs wants it!"

Gu Qiqi raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

No one came down to look at the stone, so he could **** it away in the air?

Also bring this kind of operation?