Boss, she's acting as a good girl again

Chapter 136 Qin Chan Holds Ning Miao's Hand
I heard that the head of the Qin family will not participate in this charity gala, so the person in the car should be the heir of the Qin family who is said to be preparing to return after years of training abroad.

He will also be the richest and most honorable person in the world in the future.

For this hermit ancient clan who adhered to the creed of "Existence, but Unknowable", everyone present was very curious about what the future successor of the Qin family would be like.

So those who hadn't entered the venue stopped talking one after another, casting curious and awe-inspiring gazes.

An assistant stepped down from the co-pilot's seat and respectfully opened the rear door of the Bentley.

I saw a man with a dignified temperament, holding a simple and unsophisticated Qinan agarwood bead string, walking down from the car with steady steps, casually sweeping his cold and gloomy eyes, let them give birth to the love that came from the bottom of their hearts. A sense of awe, not daring to look at him.

Then, the man turned around and took a slender white hand.

At that moment, all the daughters who were still fantasizing just now heard the voice of their own heartbreaking.

Then a gentle and well-behaved girl stepped out of the car. She was delicate, gentle, and clean, like a character who walked out of a comic. She just wanted to be cared for.

But this face is completely unfamiliar to this circle.

Whose daughter is this?
Why haven't you seen it?

"Could she be the legendary concubine of the Qin family?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"No, I remember that on the guest list, this female companion's surname is Ning, not Wen."

"Unexpectedly..." The man said halfway, realizing that this kind of thing is taboo, so he consciously stopped talking.

In a circle of this level, they are very clear about some things that should be said and some things that should not be said.

After Ning Miao got out of the car, she saw countless eyes of awe and yearning, but no one dared to go up to say hello to Qin Chan.

This is the ancient Qin clan standing at the top of the world pyramid.

Therefore, Ning Miao changed her plan the moment she knew Qin Chan's identity.

The cost of taking Qin Chan away...is too high for the ghost town to bear.

Breaking Qin Chan's wings and trapping an eagle like him who should soar into the sky in a cage, Qin Chan like that would not be the person she envied.

The secular marriage contract and responsibilities can also completely bind the two identities and fulfill her wish.

Same way.

As a female companion, she entered the arena holding Qin Chan's arm and sat in the best position.

At that point, the charity auction will officially start, and the introduction and identification information of the auction items can be seen on the electronic screen at hand.

Ning Miao looked on the electronic screen and saw that the set of Mo Cui jewelry she donated had a starting price of 1000 million Nuo coins.

In the entire auction list, there is no item with a starting price lower than 1000 million NOC.

However, it was time to auction Mo Cui.

"VIP No. 1 bid, [-] million." The auctioneer announced.

In an instant, the audience was shocked.

Ning Miao turned her head and saw Qin Chan pressing the price increase button for Mo Cui's lot.

She had expected that Qin Chan might participate in Mo Cui's auction, but this set of accessories wouldn't be worth [-] million Nuo coins, right?

"Mr. Qin?"

Qin Chan leaned closer to her, and explained in a low voice: "I have to spend enough money at this auction, and everything is the same."

As the heir of the ancient Qin clan, to participate in this charity auction, a certain amount must be donated to demonstrate the status of the Qin clan.

Rather than buying other lots, it is better to buy this set of ink green.

He bought this set of Mo Cui ornaments with [-] million Nuo coins, and from then on, this set of Mo Cui ornaments will be worth [-] million, no one doubts.

Because, this is the pricing of the ancient Qin clan.

"Is it too ostentatious?" Ning Miao asked in a low voice, tilting her head.

"will not."

Qin Chan's tone was as usual, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

Ning Miao thought, then she had to make the gift she was going to give to Qin Chan quickly. Although it was not worth much, it represented her heart.

There is coming and going, that is human feelings.

Everyone present was very clear-eyed. This was Qin Chan cheering for his girlfriend, and no one dared to bid with him.

In the end, the auctioneer announced: "[-] million, deal!"

"Are there any plans after tomorrow?" Qin Chan asked suddenly.

Ning Miao said obediently: "No, it depends on your arrangement. If not, I can find something to do myself."

Anyway, she went to school or entered the laboratory when she went back, so she might as well be in the Free State where she could see Qin Chan every day.

Qin Chan then said: "I will take you to meet my friends tomorrow, and I will let them take you around."

"Okay." Ning Miao readily agreed.

Soon, the auctions donated by Qin Chan also began to be auctioned.

It was a set of 800-year-old tea sets used by the royal family of the Nuo Ronggu Empire, with a starting price of 4500 million Nuo coins.

Then there are two oil paintings by famous foreign masters in the Middle Ages, with starting prices of 2000 million and 3500 million Nuobi respectively.

Adding up the three lots, the total value of the starting price is [-] million.

Ning Miao stared at the exhibits on the stage, her claws eager to try.

That was Qin Chan's donation...

She didn't want these things to fall into other people's hands and dirty the collection.

However, when her finger was about to land on the price increase button, Qin Chan held her hand in time.

The man's palm was warm and dry, easily covering her little hand and stopping her movement.

For a moment, Ning Miao only felt that the place where the back of her hand was in contact with Qin Chan's palm was numb. It was obviously a very gentle movement, but it seemed that all the strength in her right hand had been removed.

She raised her eyes inexplicably, blinked innocently, and asked.

Qin Chan seemed to know her little thoughts, and explained: "Things that are taken out casually are not considered my real collection."

She doesn't care.

She said dully, "But Mo Cui was also a random bet I made..."

She has more and better things in her hand.

In the dim VIP seat, Qin Chan's deep eyebrows and eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly in the dim light and shadow. He explained: "But you have put your mind into it."

Hearing this, Ning Miao felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

She smiled slyly, grabbed Qin Chan's palm that was wrapped around her, put her slender fingers through his, and clasped them tightly.

The feeling of clenching the fingers is amazing, the temperature of the palm blends with each other, as if the fate of two people are closely linked together.

From then on, life and death are shared.

This sudden little movement made Qin Chan's palms pause, and then he pulled the clasped palms of the two to a place under the armrest where others could not see, but did not let go.

Ning Miao glanced at the interlocking palms of the two from the corner of her eye, hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, let go of her clasped thumb, and scratched playfully on Qin Chan's palm, gently, slowly, Like a feather.

Qin Chan sat upright and looked at the auction items on the stage, and without looking back, he grabbed her hand tightly to stop her behavior.

Not being able to make trouble, Ning Miao could only curl her lips regretfully, then pulled out her thumb little by little from his bondage, and put it back into his tiger's mouth.

Then, with the pulp of his fingers, he touched a not-so-obvious scar on the back of his left hand. The wound that had healed for many years felt slightly uneven, as if it had been stitched.

Qin Chan felt the pad of her thumb gently rubbing against the scar, very lightly, so he explained: "I was hit by a stone in an earthquake before."

　It will be on the shelves tomorrow, and it will explode with 1 words+.

　　20 words, finally holding hands.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)