Trafford’s Trading Club

This should be Rochu's second auction.

The difference is that the first time was for a white jade, and it was much smaller —— not about size, but about people who were clouding up, and there was really no comparison between the two.

By the way, it's probably just as bright as he is in front of people as a club owner.

After all, it's a masquerade party... I'm used to the clown face of Mr. Lo, and I'm really not interested in picking another masquerade.

But when it comes to prom, in fact, in the eyes of the staff at the ballroom, the ballroom unexpectedly looks very cold.

It's not the kind of refreshment that's lacking; on the contrary, there are plenty of people here, but few people talk.

Guests who come here seem to have made a deal, and most remain silent.

Yuri, who was probably the first to attend such a party, remained equally silent, sitting alone in the corner, asking the waiter directly for his decanter and drank it himself.

Seems like a misfit for the occasion, but a small number of people who recognize the Decapita emblem are thinking about who this person really is in that family.

After just a glance, Boss Lo retracted his gaze from Yuri and then looked with some interest at the two waiters whose gaze touched him from time to time, even though they were far apart.

Lochu felt that his life and the fate of the police should last a long time.

“Are you the FC? ”

All of a sudden, Rochu heard someone behind him say in a less deliberately depressed voice.

Female voice.

That's enough to impress Rochu's curiosity. At the same time, he turned his gaze back from the outside view of the night and found that the only woman who talked was the woman who thought she was wearing the black camisole skirt - apparently, the painting just now was to Rochu.

“You mean me?” Lochu asked casually.

It's not just a black camisole skirt, it's even a mask - even lips are painted the color of night. This woman seems to have a strong temptation.

From a very early age, the eye became more and more sharp without control, and it was easy to notice that many of the eyes in the room fell quietly on this woman - or possibly on himself.

“Freedom and clown, always wearing a clown mask.” The woman's words smell like a scratch: “This auction was held by the FC, and it was on the spot, wasn't it the most reasonable? ”

“Exactly.” Lochu nodded and was curious: “If I were you, what would this young lady do? ”

The woman suddenly took a step forward.

Flirting.

Lochu felt like he was the second black swan in his life.

The woman finally reached a distance almost leaning on Lochu, reaching out her hands and holding them around his neck. The distance between the lips, I'm afraid, is the thickness of each mask.

“If so, I'd like to know exactly how you got the painting out. I heard that..."

She knows how to pinch herself, and between pauses, as if it were a joke - like in a wandering dance floor, wanting to refuse a welcome touch, "is a magical means of disappearing. ”

“Is there any other way?” Rochu is astonished: “In that case, I wish I could see it. ”

“Really… if there's a chance.” The black on the woman's lips was floating, but she let go of her hands - her hands slowly slipped down Rochu's collar and smiled softly: “I don't think I should be bothering you. Otherwise..."

The woman leaned her head and looked at the eve of her companionship next to Lochu. “It's too disrespectful for your lady companion. ”

But she doesn't know what a maid is.

In that case, the maid was not directly angry, but rather had a playful taste: “It's okay. I would be happy if this lady could make him feel happy. ”

This… does not seem to be a compliment or a counterattack.

Vera, the black swan-like mask, accidentally heard the implicit permission from each other's speech.

Vera smiled. “You have beautiful eyes. Have I seen them somewhere? ”

All of a sudden, the lights in the hall went straight down, leaving only the front - that's the table that was built.

The spotlight is shining on a gorgeous woman - a golden mask and a big red lip - and it seems hot enough to stir up a man's wild instincts hidden in evolutionary history.

It seemed that the theme of the banquet was finally about to begin after a long period of cold air… but Vera lost track of the men and women at this time.

If she thought for a moment, she laughed softly.

At this point, Vika walked over with two glasses of champagne and gave her a glass, "We'll be in position. Let's take a look. ”

Vera nodded her head and drank a glass of champagne at will - but soon she felt something wrong, and even her eyebrows under the mask had to wrinkle.

Looking at Vera suddenly stopping, Vika asked, “What's wrong? ”

Vera shook her head, reaching her palms to her lips and spitting a button-sized thing out of her mouth.

Vika was stunned: "How did you swallow this tracker? ”

Vera said softly, "This thing, I just put it on someone. And then it appeared on your champagne. Did you just meet someone? ”

“Me?” Vika stunned. “Didn't I meet anybody on the way? ”

“Go back to your seats.” Vera didn't say anything, she stuffed the button-laughing thing in her hand directly under the collar of her dress.

When I think of those beautiful blue eyes, a man and a woman, a very special pair, Vera subconsciously thought, "Isn't that a coincidence?

……

“I'm sure you've waited a little too long. ”

Anna on the stage said with a smile at the moment —— while she said it, she also slapped several hands.

At this point, some people come out of the banquet. They threw the hotel staff in the ballroom out of the room and closed the door, guarding the door.

“Now, let's take a look at the only item in this auction. ”

At this point, both men walked to Anna with a box at the same time.

Open it.

Presentation.

In the room, a low and constant voice of conversation came from time to time.

Anna was almost there when she saw it, and went on to say, "We can guarantee the authenticity of this painting… If you don't believe it, you are also allowed to watch it, but stay away from it. ”

Not expecting her words to be finished, she heard a voice coming from the corner, grinning loudly: “This painting is fake! ”