C10 Paraphrase

Mo Yunfei left the palace and went straight for the Paraphrase Arm.

This Paraphrase Arm was a place that they, a bunch of unscrupulous friends, would frequently go to.

On the surface, it was a place for Windliu to amuse himself. It was an existence similar to a versatile hotel. Its design and layout has the traditional characteristics of Wind flavor, and is not too different from the general tavern tea house. Only, it was a little more elegant and tall than the others.

There were also four parts of the zither, chess, calligraphy, and paintings. Those who went there could choose the one they were interested in to spar with other like-minded people.

If you are not interested in the four dishes, you can also sit in the hall or in a private room to enjoy your singing and dancing.

At the same time, there was an underground auction. But this time, only the VIP customers with Paraphrase Arm had the right to know.

The most important thing is that in the Paraphrase Arm, as long as you are willing to pay, you can buy the information you want and get rid of the people you want.

"Damn it, I'm definitely late." Mo Yunfei muttered as he struggled to climb up the stairs while holding the hem of his shirt.

"Big brother, you're so slow …"

Just as Mo Yunfei opened the door, he heard a bitter voice. The voice was still dragging its end, giving him goosebumps.

"Damn, damn fatty, don't be so coy. Do you want me to die because of you? Are you going to be the boss for all of us?"

Mo Yunfei quickly walked into the room and kicked a fat guy who was sitting at the table with an elbow in his hand.

"Damn, you've gotten fat again!" Mo Yunfei felt like his kick had landed on cotton, and he couldn't find any strength to kick.

He furiously glared at the large lump of meat, only to see it tremble a few times before quickly regaining its calm.

This fatty was one of the best buddies that Mo Yunfei had known since he came to the Southern Dynasty, his name was Jin Shanbao. He was the Young Master of Baotong Bank, the capital's largest bank. If that was the case, his image was very much in line with his identity.

The big golden thumb chain around his neck, the jewel-like ring on his finger, and the soft, shiny silk on his body made it seem as if he was a living nouveau riche, afraid that no one would see that he was rich.

Although this fatty had the word 'good' in his name, it had nothing to do with this fatty. This was because this fatty's biggest characteristics were his tasty, lecherous, and vulgar personality.

"Nest, keep hitting me, click …"

"Pa …"

When Mo Yunfei heard the fatty's voice, he immediately slapped the back of Fatty's head and almost choked to death when he passed by.

"Give me what's in your mouth before I speak."

"En..." "Mhmm …" Jin Shanbao heard this and quickly chewed on it. Then, he forcefully swallowed it down and spoke with slight dissatisfaction, "I say, boss, don't say that every time you see me. Seriously."

"You really have the nerve to say that. If you keep being so fat, not to mention Lady Dia Che, even the cats and dogs by the roadside might not like you."

Mo Yunfei twitched his lips and walked to the railing near the hall. He sat down on a chair and found a comfortable position as he enjoyed the dance on the stage downstairs leisurely. The room he was in was one of the best rooms in Paraphrase Arm. With an open field of vision, he could see the stage in the middle of the hall very well.

"Eh …"

"Clang!"

When Jin Shanbao heard Mo Yunfei's words, he hurriedly threw his elbow back onto the plate, as if there was some kind of bacteria there.

"Heh …" "Come, Dia’er, come over here and massage my shoulders." When Mo Yunfei heard the voice, he chuckled in satisfaction. Then, he waved his hand and beckoned to personal maid, who was standing beside Jin Shanbao and waiting on him.

"Boss, tell me, how can I make Miss Dia Che like me?" Jin Shanbao stopped Dia’er, and some of them ran over with their dog legs. They personally massaged Mo Yunfei's shoulders and jokingly whispered into his ear.

"Get up and let Dia’er come." Mo Yunfei said in disgust as he slapped away Jin Shanbao's plump hands.

"Line Lines …" Jin Shanbao hurriedly stepped back to let Dia’er out of the way. Seeing the situation, Dia’er quickly stepped forward and pinched Mo Yunfei's shoulder.

"Mhmm …" Mo Yunfei felt the force on his shoulder, which was of a moderate weight, and let out a comfortable snort.

"You want Lady Dia Che to like you?"

"That's right, that's right!" Jin Shanbao rubbed his hands in embarrassment and looked eagerly at Mo Yunfei. His originally small eyes immediately narrowed and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the fatty's expression, Mo Yunfei secretly sighed. If it was anyone else, it would be fine, but this fatty just liked that Dia Che. What could he do?

"Fatty, I think it would be better if you lost your heart. Lady Dia Che is not an ordinary person." Mo Yunfei suddenly opened his mouth and spoke seriously. His words seemed to be filled with helplessness.

"Huh?" Hearing Mo Yunfei's words, Jin Shanbao's face instantly turned into a huge bitter gourd. His fat body was like a balloon that was filled with air as it was punctured. Then, he slowly stopped.

Seeing this, Mo Yunfei stood up with a pained heart and patted the fatty's shoulder, "Fatty, do you still remember what I said before? If this person loves you, he will love you no matter what. But if he doesn't love you, that is the most helpless thing in the world.

"Boss …" Jin Shanbao looked at Mo Yunfei with a sad expression. He seemed to have seen through it, but also seemed to have lost his confidence.

Suddenly, a trace of determination flashed through Mo Yunfei's eyes. He patted the fatty's shoulder heavily as if he had made a decision. He smiled and said, "But before that, if you didn't try, how would you know if it's impossible?"

Fatty raised his head and looked at Mo Yunfei in confusion. When he saw the look of ridicule in Mo Yunfei's eyes, he knew that he was played by Mo Yunfei again.

Before he could settle the score with Mo Yunfei, a loud noise came from downstairs, making the two of them frown in annoyance. They walked to the railing and looked down.

"Ahh …"

Mo Yunfei was a bit surprised. He held onto the railing upstairs and slightly leaned out to see what was happening at the door.

When Jin Shanbao heard Mo Yunfei's soft exclamation, he glanced at him strangely and thought to himself as he held Mo Yunfei's god-like stomach.

It seemed that the boss was very interested in that person. The fatty also quickly turned his gaze towards the scene that was happening at the door.

At this moment, Nangong Jue was standing at the door, stopping Thunder who was about to attack. He said slowly, "Opening the door is to welcome the guests, why can't we enter?"

"It's like this. Master, we don't have any auctions, so please go back." The waiter made a gesture of invitation with an impeccable smile on his face.

"Oh? "Is that so?" Nangong Jue narrowed his almond-shaped eyes, glanced at the waiter and said meaningfully.

He only came here because he received news that the Paraphrase Arm auction had what he needed. However, he had long since heard that the Paraphrase Arm auction was very secretive, and required an invitation in order to enter. From the looks of it, he had been truly reckless this time.

Nangong Jue wanted to leave with Thunder, but the moment he turned around, he heard a teasing and weird voice coming from the top of his head.

"Screech ~ ~" "That's right, why did you only just arrive? The flowers I was waiting for are almost finished …"

Nangong Jue raised his head and his gaze turned into a sharp sword that shot straight at the source of the sound. He saw Mo Yunfei leaning against the railing in a private room upstairs. He waved his hand enthusiastically and greeted him with a smile that was like blossoming peach blossoms.

If she had a handkerchief in her hand, she would probably be the same as the girls who were receiving the guests at Yi Hong Brothel's entrance.

Nangong Jue squinted his eyes and turned around to leave. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind and he paused for a moment. When he turned his head back, his face and eyes were filled with a deep sense of love.

"Fei’er, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but …" Nangong Jue's voice was low and hoarse as he looked straight at Mo Yunfei. There seemed to be a deep sense of camaraderie in his voice, as if he was calling out to someone he deeply loved. He then looked at the waiter, his meaning was clear.

"Puff …" "Cough, cough …"

"Hiss …"

Amidst the Paraphrase Arm, the sound of water splashing and the sound of inhaling could be heard. They looked at the man at the door in surprise and broke out in a cold sweat for him. This Young Master Mo had always teased others. Even though men and women were not afraid of him, they had never seen him being teased before. Naturally, no one had the guts to do so.

Mo Yunfei looked at Nangong Jue's gentle appearance. When he heard Liu Tie's voice, he felt as if his heart missed a beat, almost causing him to fall down from the second floor.

As a man, no one had ever called him that before. Furthermore, Nangong Jue looked as if he was really flirting with a lover.

Nangong Jue looked at Mo Yunfei, who had a change in expression, and the corner of his mouth curled up into an evil smile. Hmph, fighting with this king, you are still a little too inexperienced.

"Cough …" Um, Miss Dia Che, you heard it too. Just treat it as giving me, Mo Yunfei, some face and let him in. "

Mo Yunfei quickly adjusted his mood. The corner of his mouth slightly curved up as he spoke loudly towards the stage.

"Since Young Master Mo has spoken, my Paraphrase Arm will naturally …"

Hearing a gentle and beautiful voice from behind the stage, the waiter retreated to make way for Nangong Jue …