"Can't I see that Young Master Moore is so protective of his wife?"
"There's nothing bad in our store!" The boss left a sentence and drifted away lightly.
After the boss left, Henry's hand, which had been hiding Monique behind him, loosened a little.
Monique was also puzzled. Why did Henry always stand between her and the boss? Was the boss poisonous?
However, the boss was really strange.
The boss quickly took out the inkstone, but there was no package on the inkstone.
The boss took it out and threw it directly on the table.
"You're right."
He really thrown it.
Just like what he just said, if Monique didn't come, he would throw the trash can directly.
Standing far away, Song Xu, who was observing them in the mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched and his face was about to twitch too.
"That inkstone has at least six numbers. Is it supposed to be thrown like this?"
"Are rich people really so willful?"
"Was the boss's action too far?"
Monique picked up the inkstone suspiciously with her slender hand.
As soon as she picked up the inkstone, she was immediately attracted by it, and a bright light flashed in her eyes.
This inkstone was very beautiful.
Whether it was in color, style, decoration, or the carving technique, it looked very delicate and perfect.
Even she, an amateur, could tell at a glance that the inkstone was very good.
"Can't this boss identify it?"
"Why did he even want to throw this inkstone away."
Monique hid the surprise in her eyes. She was afraid that the boss would ask for a temporary rise for the price when he saw that she liked it. Then she took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Boss, how much is this?"
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