Chapter 865 Don't You See How Shabby Your Home Is

Chapter 865 Don't You See How Shabby Your Home Is

Ming Dailan frowned slightly, the other party's tone seemed very rude.

Yin Mo looked at her, then at the phone, "We are very sincere..."

"Toot--"

The phone hangs up directly.

Ming Dailan didn't expect the exhibitor to be so straightforward, she propped her forehead and closed her eyes, "Finish this matter well, no matter what, this painting must be bought."

Any works exhibited can be sold privately. Ming Dailan has seen the list of exhibits this time, and some works were sent by individual collectors to participate in the exhibition, including this painting of King III of England.

Besides, she has promised Mrs. Andrew that no matter how difficult it is, she is determined to win.

...

At the same time, Li Qiao and Bai Yan came out of the monitoring room of the trading center.

Bai Yan stood on the steps and lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and swallowed a few mouthfuls, "Do you know the organizer of the exhibition?"

"My second brother knows me." Li Qiao straightened the mask on her face, her eyebrows lowered, her tone casual.

Bai Yan didn't ask any further questions. He played with his phone and smiled contemptuously, "How much are you going to sell for the painting that Ming Dailan wants?"

Li Qiao raised her eyes slightly, "I never said I would sell her."

"Then this phone..."

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, his face was a little playful.

He was the one who spoke to Yin Mo just now.

Li Qiao casually glanced at the stone vendors on the side of the road, turned around and said calmly, "Go back."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Bai Yan pouted behind her with a smile on his face.

It's kind of mysterious.

The hotel and the trading center are five minutes' walk away. Li Qiao is wearing a black sweater and walking slowly with her hands in her pockets.

Passing the parking lot, she noticed the black commercial vehicle again.

His footsteps stopped, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

If she reads correctly, the door of the cab has been opened just now, and a long leg has been taken.

But the other party seemed to see her through the window of the filmed car, and hurriedly withdrew his legs and got into the car.

Li Qiao bent her lips and was about to take a closer look when a figure blocked her view.

Bai Yan followed her gaze, looked back and asked, "Which car do you like?"

Li Qiao met her eyes calmly, and after a while, her lips raised an intriguing arc, she said nothing, and walked unhurriedly to the main entrance of the hotel.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was evening.

Ming Dailan also got the news brought back by Yin Mo, and the exhibitor once again rejected the request to buy the painting.

"You can't do such a small thing well?" Ming Dailan looked at Yin Mo dissatisfied, with deep disappointment on her face.

Yin Mo lowered his head indifferently, "I have already said that the price can be negotiated, but they..."

Ming Dailan interrupted her impatiently, "Okay, I don't want to listen to such nonsense, give me the phone number for the exhibitor."

Yin Mo did as he said, Ming Dailan waved her away, and dialed directly with her mobile phone.

At the same time, Mrs. Andrew, who lived upstairs, was going downstairs to find Ming Dailan.

An afternoon had passed, and she wondered how the painting was going.

Mrs. Andrew was arranging the skirt of the suit while walking, and when she looked up, a person came in front of her.

The other party looked familiar, and she stared at it several times before suddenly widening her eyes, "Are you... Mrs. Archbishop Lawrence?"

On the day of the Fireworks Festival, the fact that the Marquis Lawrence was the Archbishop of the British Empire was known to everyone in the upper class.

Li Qiao walked over slowly, nodded lightly, "Hello."

Mrs. Andrew's eyebrows lit up, and she had a warm conversation.

After the brief greetings, Li Qiao looked behind her, and said meaningfully, "I heard that Mrs. Andrew has always been frugal, but today I see that it is indeed the case."

Mrs. Andrew was puzzled, but she took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, "I'm laughing at you, as a family member of a member of parliament, you must develop good habits."

Li Qiao looked directly at her eyebrows and reminded her in a friendly manner: "The security in Dian City is not as good as that of Emperor Ying, and the security measures in the hotel are also very average. It's better to bring a few more bodyguards with you when you travel here."

Only now did Mrs. Andrew come to her senses.

She did not bring a bodyguard when she went out, because Ming Dailan said that she would bring the Cavaliers from the Duke's Palace to protect their safety.

Mrs. Andrew looked back subconsciously and found that there was no one at the door of her room.

Ming Dailan didn't send bodyguards to protect her?

If Andrew's competitors learn of her purpose of coming to Diancheng, not only will complications arise, but her safety will also be compromised.

Sometimes friendships between women are just that fragile.

A little bit of flaws may be wasted.

Mrs. Andrew smiled stiffly, feeling a little more fond of Li Qiao, "Thank you for reminding me."

Li Qiao nodded her head as a signal, ready to leave by mistake.

But Mrs. Andrew obviously didn't want to let go of such a good opportunity to make friends. No matter how noble the Duke of Charman was, he was not as useful as the Archbishop of the House of Lords.

If he can get the full support of the archbishop, Andrew's chances of winning the election will be even greater.

Just like that, when Li Qiao heard Mrs. Andrew's invitation, she lowered her eyes to cover the deep meaning in her eyes, and left the hotel with her after agreeing.

...

At nine o'clock in the evening, Li Qiao drove Mrs. Andrew back by herself.

Before Mrs. Andrew got out of the car, she bent down to say goodbye to her very politely, with rare respect and joy in her eyes.

Li Qiao held the steering wheel with one hand and watched her back with deep meaning in her eyes.

Not long after, she went back to the hotel, after thinking about it, she planned to find Bai Yan.

However, just as Li Qiao stepped out of the elevator, the moment she raised her eyes, a black figure disappeared at the door of the suite at the end of the corridor.

Li Qiao just took a quick glance, but the other party's jet-black attire reminded her of Shang Yu and the commercial vehicle.

She paced towards Bai Yan's room without any change in expression, her eyes were playful.

In the room, Bai Yan had just taken a shower, his hair was still dripping, he was dressed and sat on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

Li Qiao walked to the balcony chair and sat down, poured a cup of tea, "She will go to the airport tomorrow, and send someone to take Landis there."

Bai Yan wiped the water from his forehead, "She wants to leave?"

"It's not her." Li Qiao looked at Yunshan in the distance, and licked the corner of her mouth, "Let Landis meet her first."

Bai Yan raised his eyebrows, "Okay, what else can I order?"

"No, good night."

After Li Qiao finished speaking, she got up and wanted to leave, but Bai Yan pursed her lips and greeted her: "Wait, did you go out with Mrs. Andrew this afternoon?"

"Well, what?"

"Can't you be curious?" Bai Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, "You spent a lot of trouble to lure her to Dian City, just to make her unable to buy paintings?"

Li Qiao glanced back at him, then raised her feet again, "I'm not that boring."

Bai Yan immediately stretched his neck and asked, "Then why don't you tell me?"

"Think for yourself."

Li Qiao dropped three words in a low voice, leaving Bai Yan with a cold and heartless back.

Bai Yan licked his back molars, shook his head and laughed, then he turned his head to look at the empty balcony next door, and said loudly: "My mascot is so smart, it's rare in the world."

Three seconds later, a frivolous and laughing voice was blown by the night wind, "Don't you see how shabby your home is."

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