The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 570 The Host Is God's Broker (4)

"Boss, we don't have money to buy things here now, but can we come and see them every day?"

In the end, the little girls were still cash-strapped, and they were too embarrassed to say the price, so they could only plead pitifully to Su Ye before leaving.

They are a group of lovers of Han culture, and they are really fond of these antiques whose owners have a strong sense of history.

"Want it?"

Crossing her legs, Su dug out a very old pipe and some shredded tobacco from nowhere. Although she didn't know how to smoke, when she held a pipe with exquisite patterns in her hand, she unconsciously wanted to puff. It's been a while.

This is the charm of antiques. When you touch them in person, you will unconsciously immerse yourself in their unique charm.

The little girls quickly nodded their heads!
want to!

They really want it!
They also want the folding fan with the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival, the well-made gold hairpin, and the gorgeously stitched Hanfu...

Unfortunately, no money!
"Help me work."

Breathing out a trace of smoke, with a charming smile in the corner of his eyes, Su Ye's voice was bewitching.

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After watching a few excited girls leave, New Year's Eve, who had been acting like a salted fish, glanced at the opposite woman who was puffing:

"Looking for a few little girls to work part-time, what do you want to do?"

"Do you know why you traditional solar terms gods in the East are not as good as those flamboyant solar term gods in the West?"

Holding the pipe in his hand, Su Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

New Year's Eve scoffed: "Aren't they flirting?"

He tapped the pipe with his fingers, and the smile in his lightly closed eyes became more and more rippling:

"Yes, you are not flirtatious enough!"

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It was past eleven o'clock at night when we left the antique shop.

The noise of jingle bells finally became much less, so Su could clearly hear the sounds of fighting coming from the alley.

Red light, blue light, green light, just like fireworks, colorful.

Of course, it would be nice if it wasn't for fighting.

Su also brought the pipe out of the antique shop, leaned against the wall, lit the pipe again, took a deep breath, exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and watched the two golden-haired boys beating a silver-haired boy in leisure time.

"Yo, not bad, quite bearable."

Finally, she spoke up.

Her voice was so sudden that the two golden retrievers in the alley didn't react immediately, and continued to beat the weak-handed boy with divine power.

"Looks like I've been ignored."

Helplessly shaking her head and laughing, the next moment, the eyes that were originally smiling were frozen, and the cold air around her suddenly dropped. On the head of the golden retriever.

Christmas and Pingan didn't expect to be seen by an ordinary person, so they were kicked off guard, lying on the ground for a long time before realizing it belatedly:

"Can you see us?"

"Nonsense, there are jingle bells everywhere, it's hard not to see you!"

Su also didn't expect that on his way home, the plot could be triggered, and when he met foreigners' solar terms, Christmas and Ping An, he didn't even expect that, as the host, the solar term god Shuang Jiang would be bullied to death by two foreigners, even fighting back No ability.

Xmas, who was a little stronger in stature, was also very angry when he saw Su. He was a majestic Western god, but he was kicked PG by a mortal, and he couldn't bear it!

Ping An is more cautious, seeing that he can't see through the details of the visitor, he drags Christmas and disappears.

Watching the two leave, Su took another puff of cigarette, turned around, and looked down at the silver-haired Shuang Jiang:
"Don't you know how to fight back?"

(End of this chapter)