"What a fool!" Henry said leisurely.
Hearing this familiar, magnetic, and low voice, Monique turned around and looked at Henry in surprise with her eyes wide open.
This inkstone was so good that she wanted to borrow money from Henry to buy it even it was 6666 yuan, let alone 666 yuan.
She really felt that it was very, very, very valuable.
How dare Henry bargain with him!
Monique blinked at Henry several times and winked at him.
As if he didn't see it at all, Henry stared at the boss coldly.
And his big hand was rubbing against her delicate skin, as if comforting her.
There were some thin calluses on his hand, rubbing against her hand. It was slightly cold, like grinding sand, which was a little numb.
Sure enough, Monique's attention was diverted a little.
The boss's eyes twitched when he heard Henry's words. Henry was cursing her a fool in a different way.
He was a fool, and his whole family was foolish.
Oh, that beauty was so beautiful, and she was not in her entire home.
The owner of the antique shop was about to change the price.
555, 111. Well, it was better to be 380 rather than 250.
Henry seemed to be able to read his mind at a glance, and his tone was cold. "It's only 250, no more or no less."
The meaning of Henry's words was that she could only give him 250 yuan at most, or she would not buy it.
The boss didn't panic, but Monique immediately panicked.
The boss was not a fool. How could he be so stupid to sell it to them?
Monique hurriedly said, "I..."
Before she could finish her words, Henry covered Monique's mouth with her hand and put her lips close to Monique's ear. "Don't talk!"
The warm breath blew on Monique's ear, itchy and hot.
Monique's face immediately turned red, and she stared at Henry.
His handsome face was enlarged in front of her.
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