Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

"In that case, please hand over the pawn ticket." He Junlin said blankly, seeing what she wanted to say, he added, "By the way, there are also checks for redeeming those antiques."

Zhang Mingyu's complexion changed again and again, she couldn't hear He Junlin's overtones, she couldn't trust her, and wanted to redeem the antique herself.

"Since you are willing to serve, I am also happy to relax."

Even though she was vomiting to death, on the surface she handed out the check and the pawn slip with a smile on her face, and then, carrying her bag, walked out of the room with her head held high.

After she left, He Junlin slipped all the checks to Wei Lei who was beside him, and motioned him to redeem the antiques.

Glancing at He Junlin and Yang Zhuoying who were standing there, Wei Lei thought that they should have something to talk to alone, so he left wisely, and when he walked out the door, he thoughtfully closed the door for them.

When there were only two people left in the room, Yang Zhuoying had a bad feeling. Could it be that He Junlin wants to settle accounts with Qiu Hou?

When she was at the Jinsha Hotel before, as soon as she saw the Holy Light Cup being robbed, she rushed out to save people without thinking much, but exposed their existence.

At that time, everyone's attention was on recapturing the Holy Light Cup. He Junlin didn't question why they were there, but sent Zhou Zhiqiao and Zhong Zhentao to go back, and took her to follow the robber all the way here.

When I was outside just now, when I heard the conversation between He Junlin and Zhang Mingyu, Yang Zhuoying had a premonition that he would definitely come to trouble her.

Now, her trial came.

Come early and come late, and you still have to come in the end, it is better to die early and be reborn sooner.

Yang Zhuoying raised her eyes, summoned up her courage and said, "If you have something to ask me, just ask."

The corner of He Junlin's mouth curled up slightly, "Speak, I'll listen."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying paused slightly, did he want her to take the initiative to report her mistakes instead of blaming herself?
Unable to understand his thoughts, she took a deep breath and followed her plan.

"As for Zhou Zhiqiao and I meeting next door, I can explain it."

Before she could finish speaking, he waved his hand and interrupted: "Don't say any more insults to my IQ. As for why you are there, it is nothing more than worrying that the man will show his secrets in front of me."

The corner of Yang Zhuoying's mouth twitched, since he knew everything, what else could she say?However, under his gaze, she still bite the bullet and said.

"Because I wanted to exchange the Holy Light Goblet for the invitation letter of the Heavenly Dragon Feast, I lied to you and sold the Holy Light Goblet. Later, He Jingcheng told me that you also want to go to the Heavenly Dragon Feast. Since we have the same goal, why not go together together. But The lie has already been uttered, in order to fulfill the lie, I have to arrange the scene with Zhou Zhiqiao, and return the Holy Light Cup to you logically."

After listening to her explanation, he smiled, but the smile was seven points mean and three points cold.

"Death crimes can be forgiven, but living crimes cannot be forgiven."

Yang Zhuoying's breath stagnates, what does he mean by this?
Before she could come up with a reason, He Junlin suddenly reached out and hugged her, "How do you want me to punish you?"

The two were close to each other, and his breath blew towards her cheeks. The ambiguity in those words made her blush instantly. She blushed and struggled twice, "Let me go."

"Don't let go." Facing her staring eyes, he took her slender hand and slowly slid it on her body, a tremor spread along his big hand.

"He Junlin!" Yang Zhuoying gritted her teeth and reached out to grab the irregular hand.

"I'm here." He Junlin responded with a chuckle, staring deeply at her with his eyes, as if he wanted to see through her whole body.

Being stared at by him like this, Yang Zhuoying felt uncomfortable all over her body and her heart trembled slightly. She had personally experienced how it feels to be a frog stared at by a poisonous snake.

Under the palm, there was a slight tremor, feeling her nervousness, He Junlin was stunned, she was afraid of him, he was so scary?
Still, she's pretty cute when she's nervous.

A handsome face gradually enlarged in front of her eyes, Yang Zhuoying trembled even more, she couldn't tell whether it was fear or excitement, a thought flashed in her mind: Is he going to kiss her?
She wanted to resist subconsciously, but when she thought of what he said to punish her, she was about to push his hand away.

At this moment, a bell rang through the air, and the ambiguous atmosphere lingering around was instantly punctured.

As if waking up from a dream, Yang Zhuoying broke free from He Junlin's embrace and jumped away from him like a frightened cat.

A complex light flashed in He Junlin's eyes, and he took out his cell phone to see that it was Wei Lei calling.

"Speak. Got it, I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Yang Zhuoying, "Let's go." He said without waiting for her reaction, and walked straight to the door.

Seeing him leaving without a trace of nostalgia, Yang Zhuoying was inexplicably disappointed in her heart.

"Where?"

Following him into the elevator, Yang Zhuoying asked curiously.

"Holy Light Cup." He Junlin simply said three words, and Yang Zhuoying immediately responded.

"Wei Lei redeemed the Holy Light Cup?"

He Junlin didn't answer, the elevator door opened with a 'ding', and he stepped out of the elevator with long legs.

Seeing that she was still standing there, she said, "Come on, don't you want to get the Holy Light Cup back?"

Yang Zhuoying followed immediately, "Wait for me."

Ten minutes later, they reunited with Wei Lei and got the real Holy Light Cup.

"Mr. He, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first?" Handing the Holy Light Cup to him, Wei Lei left first with his permission.

"This is the Holy Light Goblet?" Yang Zhuoying stared at the Holy Light Goblet in He Junlin's hand. It was obvious that it was not much different from the fake one in her hand, but she just felt that the light in front of her was genuine.

Seeing her curious look, He Junlin generously handed the Holy Light Cup to her, "Just watch it if you want, the chance is running out."

Yang Zhuoying was slightly stunned, and then realized that in order to get the invitation letter, she would soon give away the holy light cup.

She lowered her head and carefully checked the Holy Light Goblet in her hand, trying to see if there was any difference, when his deep voice sounded in her ears.

"The weight is different. The real holy light cup is about ten grams heavier than those fakes, as well as the color and material."

In order to let her understand the difference between genuine and counterfeit, he gave her a full 3 minutes of popular science, which made her head grow dizzy and her eyes darkened.

"You know so much." Yang Zhuoying wiped her face, and thought of another question, "So, when uncle gave us the Holy Light Chalice, you already knew it was a fake?"

"It should be before that." He Junlin corrected.

Yang Zhuoying froze for a moment, connected the whole thing together, and thought of a possibility.

"In order to get the invitation letter, you borrowed the holy light cup from your uncle, but after you got it, you found out that it was a fake. You told your uncle about it, no, you didn't tell him, but pretended not to know, quietly To investigate who stole the Holy Light Cup and turned it into a phoenix, it turned out that Zhang Mingyu was found.