Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

The smile on the man's lips slowly disappeared. He avoided her gaze and looked to the other side. The meridians in his neck were stretched, and the muscles were clearly visible.

"I'll tell you after we get back, okay?" His voice was low, with a hint of coaxing and flattery, making it impossible for her to refuse.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her subtle expression and thoughts were blended into the dim light.

Ling Yanling took her to sit on the sofa, and with a gentle pull, he brought her into his arms.

In the narrow corner of the sofa, Ling Yanling gently pulled her face veil, lowered her head and bit her lips.

He held the back of her head in his hand, and immediately pried open Wen Shiyun's lips. His tongue swept across her mouth unscrupulously at the moment of pressing down.

Wu Qingyu had quietly gone outside to guard without anyone noticing.

Wen Shiyun pinched his arm muscles, her body limp as she tried to slide down the sofa, "Don't."

He buckled her belt, put his long legs between her legs, and kissed her harder and deeper.

It was as if he was telling her through this kiss how much he missed her and how much he had been restraining himself during this period of time.

When they separated, they were both out of breath. Ling Yanling rested his forehead against hers, his voice low and hoarse, his tone drawn out.

"Be good, go back and tell me, okay?"

-

The auction soon came to an end.

"Well, today's auction ends here. I hope everyone has found the items they are interested in. Thank you all for coming."

The woman in the rose-red dress bowed to everyone and retreated.

Ling Yanling led her downstairs. A paunchy Mediterranean man came early and blocked the stairs with ill intentions. He spoke shamelessly,

"Mr. Ling, can you give me the bell you just photographed?"

There seemed to be a man standing next to him, pretending to be a Taoist robe. He looked a bit like a charlatan and was talking nonsense.

The four bodyguards around him walked forward with great momentum and stood on both sides, looking quite formidable.

Ling Yanling looked down at him from the handrail of the second-floor staircase.

His eyes and eyebrows were all unfocused, and he laughed softly,

"Sure, what can you offer in exchange? Your life?"

The man seemed to be hurt by what he said, and he started to spit out nonsense.

"You bastard! I want your things because I think highly of you. Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? If you dare to take my life, I'll see you die first!"

His level of irritability was evident, and he didn't even consider whether he could afford to offend the person in front of him.

The Taoist priest next to him had a much more sensitive sense of smell than him. The moment he saw the man, he knew that this man was not someone to be trifled with.

Seeing the man's arrogant demeanor and appearance, he tugged at the sleeve of the Mediterranean man and whispered in his ear,

"Let's forget it, Master. We are wrong. Although the bell has some meaning, if you miss it, you miss it. Taoism also believes in fate."

Unexpectedly, the man kicked him to the ground.

"Fate is bullshit, I must get what I want!"

He turned hostile the moment he said so. "You're talking bullshit to me. Do you have the right to talk to me?!"

"There's no point in missing out on anything with me. I have to get what I want. If you hadn't been in my way just now, I would have gotten it long ago."

After saying that, he kicked twice more as if to vent his anger.

Ling Yanling didn't move at all, just leaning lazily against the railing, as if enjoying a farce.

"What are you looking at? He's just a pretty boy. I want your things out of respect. Don't be so shameless!"

Wen Shiyun couldn't help but frown. This guy was like a mad dog, biting everyone he saw. I don't know how he survived for the past few decades. Didn't anyone educate him properly?

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Ling Yanling's thin lips curled slightly, and her eyebrows raised, showing complete acceptance, with pure amusement in her eyes.

He raised his chin slightly, as if to let him continue, but it only made him angrier.

Seeing that he did not move, the Mediterranean man looked at the charming woman in the purple cheongsam beside him and sneered.

"You're pretending to be so happy, but you're just a womanizer. You do have a nice figure, but it's a pity that the veil hides your features. But if you can force me to have some fun, it's not a problem—"

Before he could finish his words, a bullet grazed his cheek.

He stopped breathing.

It seemed that he had never expected that someone would actually shoot him, especially at an auction.

The next moment, Ling Yanling pushed hard on the railing with his palm and jumped down. A strong wind blew, and he grabbed the man's collar and punched him hard.

The severe pain hit the fat man from the Mediterranean, his mouth was full of blood, two of his front teeth were lost, and he whimpered. Even the four bodyguards standing next to him did not have time to react.

-

"I see there's no point in keeping your mouth." The casual and unruly look in Ling Yanling's eyes disappeared, and her dark and fierce eyes were full of coldness. She grabbed his head and knocked it against the edge of the stair railing as if he was grabbing garbage. She used all her strength, and blood was instantly dripping from his forehead.

"You're full of shit. Who taught you that? Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you talk shit about me?"

The blood from the fat man's head stained his hands and clothes.

Ling Yanling frowned slightly, with a hint of disgust.

He threw him to the ground like a ball. The imposing aura made everyone on the scene couldn't help but retreat. Most of the people who hadn't left the field took advantage of the chaos to leave quickly.

The organizers of the event should not allow fighting to take place in the venue, but now it seems as if they have tacitly allowed him to suppress it at will.

Between Ling Yanling and an unknown and incompetent newcomer, even a blind man would know how to choose.

"Hasn't anyone taught you the rules? If I want your life today, you have to give it to me in this place, understand?" The man's voice was cold. He looked at the man on the ground in a miserable state without even frowning.

The four bodyguards around him were so frightened by his brutal appearance that they stood there motionless, like stone sculptures.

What he said was not an exaggeration. Over the years, the items he contributed to this auction were worth far more than 10 billion yuan.

To be honest, even if he ruined the auction today, no one would dare to touch him.

"Qingyu, you take care of the rest."

He took her hand again, half-closed his eyes, and said, "Also, I don't want to see this person in my sight again."

"Okay, boss."

Wu Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he had revealed his boss's secret to Wen Shiyun at this underground auction was over.

After he dragged Wen Shiyun away, Wu Qingyu kicked the man again as if to vent his anger, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister Ning, the boss doesn't want to see this person again."

As soon as the voice fell, a woman walked out from behind the curtain. I didn't know how long I listened, but when I looked closely, it was the woman in the rose-red dress who had just hosted the auction.

She covered her mouth and smiled tenderly,

"Brother Ling's instructions are no problem. This hexagonal bell, Brother Wu, take it~" She put the wrapped item into Wu Qingyu's hand and rubbed the man's palm ambiguously.

Wu Qingyu's ears turned slightly red, and he stepped back uncomfortably, "Thank you."

The woman chuckled and then clapped her hands.

The man on the ground was quickly dragged away by a group of people, and he didn't need to see what happened afterwards.

This person did it much more cleanly and efficiently than him.

If you dare to make trouble, you must bear the consequences.