While the two were whispering, Jiahao's hands inadvertently touched Wen Ting's chest, which was full and elastic.

Jiahao unconsciously touched it, and it wasn't until Wen Ting responded with a low hum that he noticed that his hand was a little irregular. However, he did not move his hand away, but still covered the pair of towering peaks.

superior.

This was the first time he touched a woman's breast. Although they kissed passionately last night, his brain was occupied by the emotion and he didn't have any other "extravagant thoughts".

But this time he hugged Wen Ting from behind, and his hands could easily touch her sensitive parts.

When he was caressed by the soft wind and drizzle, an indescribable feeling of comfort surged through Jiahao's mind.

Suddenly, Wen Ting turned around and took a look at Jiahao, only to see that her face was red and her eyes were a little strange and unpredictable.

He thought Wen Ting was disgusted by his outrageous move, so he slowly stopped the movement of his palms, then put his lips to Wen Ting's ear and whispered, "Do you think I'm a gangster?"

He said that in a teasing tone to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Perhaps because he had never touched a woman before, Jiahao admitted that he was indeed a little anxious about sex.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ting shook her head without hesitation and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "No. I just feel weird and a little uncomfortable. Are you... are you okay? Why is your face so hot?"

Because he was so excited, the blood in Jiahao's chest had already rushed to his brain. It was strange that his face didn't heat up.

"It's okay, it's just a little hot." Jiahao shook his head.

"Are you comfortable?" Wen Ting asked, her voice almost inaudible.

"What's comfortable?" Jiahao asked, knowing that he was asking.

"You touch me here..." Wen Ting hesitated, she had no nerve to continue.

"Well, it's comfortable!" Jiahao responded.

He could tell from Wen Ting's words that Wen Ting didn't mean what he thought at all. He was her boyfriend now, and it was nothing to be so intimate.

After understanding this, Jiahao became more courageous and continued to caress Wen Ting while she was making tea.

Although it feels very good to the touch, after all, it is separated by several layers of clothes, and it still loses a lot of feel. This is naturally conceivable.

In a panic, Jiahao's hand suddenly unbuttoned a few buttons on Wen Ting's chest, and then stretched it directly in...

After about a minute, Wen Ting's breathing became heavier and heavier, because Jiahao's hands had already passed through her underwear and grasped the pair of round balls without any obstruction.

"Brother Hao, no more... This is inside the store. Someone will come later. If anyone sees it..." Wen Ting groaned.

Her expression was nervous and uneasy, but she did not struggle and allowed Jiahao's rough hands to wreak havoc on her breasts.

When she said those words pleadingly, as expected, someone came in, and the sound of footsteps soon reached their ears.

Almost at the same time, both Jiahao and Wenting reacted, so Jiahao reluctantly left the two balls of elastic meat and balls with his hands, while Wenting also hurriedly arranged and fastened the breast mask.

Buttons on the chest.

"Are you two here?!" A familiar voice came from behind, and the man said with a smile, "Wen Ting, I got you what you want!"

Jiahao immediately turned his head and looked around. When he caught a piece of porcelain placed on the table, his eyes lit up.

The sudden visitor was an old man whom Jiahao knew. His name was Lao Duan, a friend of Wen Ting's father. They still had frequent contacts in the "business" field. From time to time, the old man would bring some things to Wen Ting to look at.

Or sell it to her.

What Lao Duan brought this time was a piece of porcelain. At first glance, Jiahao couldn't help being surprised, because the large bottle in front of him was particularly eye-catching and did not look like an ordinary piece of porcelain.

However, Jiahao soon realized that although the piece of porcelain looked very beautiful, it did not emit the slightest red light, indicating that it was not an antique, or that the collection value of the item was not very high.

"Old Duan, did you help me find the things?"

Wen Ting, who had just tidied up her clothes, greeted her with a smile, saying that the other party came at a really bad time. Just now Jiahao was making out with her, and when it was reaching its climax, someone came. How could this not make people panic, but also spoil the fun.

Despite this, Wen Ting's emergency response ability was very fast. She immediately packed up the clothes that were messed up by Jiahao, and her expression returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"Yes." Lao Duan smiled and nodded, "Wen Ting, look, this piece of porcelain is good, isn't it? I've been looking for it for a long time. I know you really like this kind of porcelain and need it urgently.

So I brought it to you as soon as I got it!"

"Well, thank you." Wen Ting said gratefully.

While the two were talking calmly, Wen Ting walked up, followed closely by Jiahao, who seemed to be very interested in the strange piece of porcelain.

When he got closer, Jiahao could see clearly that the porcelain that Lao Duan specially sent to Wen Ting was completely ru white, the porcelain was very delicate, and the paintings on the porcelain surface were also very charming.

Jiahao has never seen this kind of porcelain before. It is neither blue and white porcelain, nor like pastel porcelain or other types of porcelain he has seen. In his opinion, it may just be a modern handicraft, but its workmanship and painting techniques are advanced.

reached a certain level.

"Brother Yao, what do you think of this bone china?" After looking at it for a while, Wen Ting turned around and asked gently in Jahao's ear.

"It doesn't seem to be very old." Jiahao replied solemnly, "What dynasty did Lao Duan say that thing is from?"

His first reaction was that Wen Ting was eye-catching, and Lao Duan was suspected of cheating. However, after careful consideration, he realized that Lao Duan was not deliberately deceiving Wen Ting. After all, the relationship between them had always been good, and there was no reason for Lao Duan to get a new imitation porcelain.

Act as an ancient porcelain, and then take advantage of Wenting.

But the fact is that the large bottle in front of me obviously does not look like a piece of ancient porcelain. It should be just a handicraft.

Just listen to Wen Ting say: "It is not old. The history of bone china is not long. It was only invented in the 18th and 19th centuries. It is only two or three hundred years old now. This ancient porcelain must be nearly a hundred years old.

There is a thin layer of patina on it, so if it was produced during the Republic of China or a little later, it would be almost the same."

"..." After hearing what Wen Ting said, Jiahao was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had thought wrong from the beginning. The "bone china" Wen Ting said was not "ancient porcelain".

", but a special kind of porcelain. No wonder the shape is strange and the quality of the porcelain is different.

After a pause, Jiahao smiled slightly and said: "Well, it should be so."

If it is what Wen Ting guessed, then it is normal that he cannot see the precious light emitting from the porcelain, because his detector can only see the "precious light" of antiques, and the latest period cannot be lower than that of the Republic of China.

, otherwise it would be impossible to see through the ins and outs of things. Isn’t it because it was too late to see the aura of Zhang Daqian’s original painting “Mo He Tu” that his ancestor gave him as a birthday gift to Mr. Zheng?

However, since the so-called "bone china" was first created in the 18th and 19th centuries, there are corresponding antiques. When you encounter it, you can make a precise judgment on its specific age and origin. The only question is whether you have the opportunity to encounter it.

Until it is unknown.

"Old Duan, let me take another look." Then Wen Ting turned around and said.

Lao Duan responded: "Well, you should take a good look."

So Wen Ting leaned down and reached out her hand to carefully touch the surface of the porcelain. Finally, she lightly tapped it with her fingers, and only heard a crisp "ding" sound. The sound was long and particularly pleasant.

, just like playing the guzheng.

"Not bad!" After checking them one by one, Wen Ting raised her head and said with a smile, "This piece of bone china is very well made, and the pattern is also very beautiful. Uncle Duan, please give it to me. As for the price,

I won't let you suffer."

"Wen Ting, of course. If you don't want to give it to you, then why should I come to you with this bottle?" Lao Duan said with a smile, "I don't make a lot of money from you. We are all acquaintances, so the price is certain.

Very fair!”

Wen Ting asked: "Then how much are you willing to sell me this piece of porcelain?"

Lao Duan thought for a while and said: "Wen Ting, to be honest, I spent more than 50,000 yuan on this piece of porcelain from Smith. He originally asked for 80,000 yuan, and I negotiated repeatedly to reach this price.

The cost is so much, as for how much money you give, it’s up to you, just think of it as me doing a good deed for a friend and earning a favor.”

"Fifty thousand?" Wen Ting'e frowned slightly and said, "It seems a bit expensive."

Lao Duan said, "I don't think it's expensive at all. Wen Ting, this piece of porcelain has a history of nearly a hundred years, but the vases used by the British royal family are specially made, from embryo to color to finished

The paintings are all made by masters and are very valuable for collection. If you think they are expensive, it doesn't matter. I actually like collecting bone china myself, although the production volume of ancient porcelain is now large and the craftsmanship is getting better and better.

, but high-quality bone china of a certain age is still rare.”

"I..." Wen Ting glanced at Jiahao standing aside, seeming to hesitate.

When she was about to say something, Jiahao answered for her first: "Old Duan, fifty thousand is fifty thousand! Old Duan, you collected fifty thousand, then we will give you ten thousand more. If you ask for sixty thousand, you

What do you think?!"

"Hey, not so much!" Lao Duan said with a smile, "Brother Yao is more straightforward. You have opened such a big antique shop now, do you still care about such a small amount of money? Just come across something you like.

You have to get it quickly and accurately, don’t miss it, otherwise you will regret it.”

Jiahao smiled and said: "Yes! Okay, we want that thing! Wen Ting, pay Lao Duan immediately, 60,000."

"Brother Yao, you are so polite!" Lao Duan quickly waved his hand and said, "I said I don't want so much money from you. We are all friends and we should help each other. If you see something I like some other time, give it to me too.

Just keep it."

Jiahao said: "This is what it should be."

Later, he asked Wen Ting to pay 60,000 yuan to Lao Duan. Such a small amount of money was nothing to them. Since it was something Wen Ting liked to collect, Jiahao naturally had to buy it.

Lao Duan was very happy after receiving the "agency fee" of 10,000 yuan. The profit of 10,000 yuan was not a small amount for those who set up stalls at the antique market. Some people even lost half a year.

He couldn't make that much money, but he got so much when he changed hands with an antique. Why didn't this make him feel excited? At the same time, he was full of gratitude to Jiahao. He only felt that the other person was generous and courageous.

After staying in "Yi Gu Xuan" for a while, Lao Duan said goodbye and left.

"Brother Yao, isn't it too cost-effective to spend 60,000 yuan to buy this piece of ancient porcelain? Nowadays, those beautifully made bone china crafts on the market only cost a few thousand yuan at most. You can even buy them at this price.

I got a set, and the bone china vase feels very similar to the handicraft, and ordinary people can’t tell the difference.”

After Lao Duan walked out of the antique shop, Wen Ting asked Jiahao with a somewhat uneasy expression.
To be continued...