lure her into deep

In order to prevent the aunt from finding out that someone was eavesdropping, Cen Jia waited until others left before leaving the cubicle.

The fact that you can only lick the rind of a melon when you eat it makes people feel unbearably itchy.

So all the way back to the banquet hall, she was thinking about who else could ask for some old gossip, and finally targeted Jiang Fan.

In fact, Father Jiang should know better.

But she has fairy baggage after all.Fairies should eat the wind and drink the dew, and not eat the fireworks of the world.How to ask about secular gossip?

Cen Jia was thinking about all these messy things and didn't even notice Zhou Heng and Zhang Yifeng approaching from the corridor in front.

Seeing that the two sides were about to meet, she instinctively took a step to the side, but her speed did not slow down at all.

Zhou Heng couldn't help but frown as he looked at her intently and disapproving attitude.Then when the two met, he quickly raised his hand and hit the little fairy on the forehead.

"Ouch!" Cen Jia cried out in pain, and then she noticed that the person in front of her was actually Zhou Heng.

The sentence "stinking gangster" was choked back halfway, and then he turned a corner: "You are sick!"

The man was silent and looked at her with a slightly dark gaze.

Zhang Yifeng, who was standing next to him, laughed: "Brother and sister, you are right, he is indeed sick." It was still brain glioma, a very serious disease.

What he said was strange and had a profound meaning.

Cen Jia's first reaction was that Zhang Yifeng was taking the opportunity to scold Zhou Heng with her, but then she felt that was not entirely the case.But I can't figure out what exactly is wrong.

She looked at Zhang Yifeng, frowned slightly and said nothing.

Zhou Heng put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Let's go, let's see what he does." After that, he led the people to the banquet hall.When turning around, he cast a warning glance at Zhang Yifeng, signaling him not to talk too much.

The auction venue and banquet hall are connected.

When the three of them entered, the auction had just begun.

The organizers did not deliberately arrange the location, they all found the place randomly.

It wasn’t a serious and formal auction anyway, and almost everyone present was acquaintances.It doesn’t matter whether you sit closer to the front or farther back.

Zhou Heng glanced around and took Cen Jia to choose a corner location.That's the farthest place from Shen's people.

Both Shenshi and Rongke Electronics are here today.However, the former was attended by the Shen family and his wife, and the latter was attended by the financial director.Shen Xu didn't show up for some unknown reason.

But this does not prevent Zhou Heng from looking down on other members of the Shen family.

Zhang Yifeng sat down behind the two of them.It seems to be very considerate and leaves space for the young couple. In fact, the wattage of the light bulb can illuminate the whole place.

At this time, the first auction item has been settled, which is a ceramic ornament.

Today's auction items are all donated free of charge, nothing too precious.All proceeds, after taxes, will be donated to provide surgical assistance for children with congenital heart disease.

Cen Jia didn't read the introduction manual before coming, but he knew there wouldn't be anything worth selling.The face-saving project was left to Cen Hongjiang. If she had the money, she might as well contact two patients whose families were in need and provide peer-to-peer funding.

Although they don't want to admit it, Dongyao and Cen are indeed one in the eyes of outsiders.

The second lot has now been sent to the stage, and the auctioneer is making an introduction with great emotion.Cen Jia glanced at it and found that he was still not interested.

She stretched her neck and looked elsewhere, looking for Jiang Zhe, when she heard Zhang Yifeng behind her whisper: "Brother and sister, please pat this ashtray back and give it to the dog next to you. He must be too happy to find it. To the north.”

"Zhang Yifeng!" Zhou Heng glanced sideways, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Cen Jia was speechless for two seconds.This is the first time I heard someone say that the pen washer looks like an ashtray. Sure enough, the dog man’s little friend is not normal either.

She turned to look at the enlarged picture on the big screen. Well... suddenly she felt that what Zhang Yifeng said seemed to make sense. This thing could indeed be used as an ashtray.

It's a bit ugly, but it has a huge capacity!Cen Jia glanced at the dog man beside her with her peripheral vision.How about buying it for him?

The two have been together for so long, and Zhou Heng basically gives her things.She hasn't chosen a gift for him herself.

"Cen Jia..." The man felt her gaze and whispered, "If you dare to take a picture back, I will give it to you as a fruit plate."

Cen Jia felt his restrained anger and curled her lips: "It's as if someone wants to buy it for you. If you don't buy it, you'll save!"

A dog man with a changeable temperament, I really don’t understand what there is to be angry about!
"Pfft..." Zhang Yifeng heard the sound from behind and couldn't hold back his laughter.

Zhou Heng suddenly felt even more congested.

He was not angry that his little friend got sick, he was angry that the little fairy didn't pay attention to him.This wash was the lotus leaf green color that he hated the most, and she didn't even know it!

And forget it if you don’t know, why can’t you ask him what he likes?

So many lots tonight.If this one doesn't work, why can't we carefully choose other ones?

I'm about to marry him, but I'm still so perfunctory and careless.

What a little heartless!

Then the heartless little fairy took a glass vase and gave it to the dog man.

The shape of this vase is not Zhou Heng's favorite style either.But since it was what my girlfriend wanted, I had to reluctantly accept it.

Next, Zhou Heng and Zhang Yifeng each symbolically took two more items, and then left before the auction ended.

Before leaving, Cen Jia sent Jiang Zhe a WeChat message: [Didn’t you come to the charity gala today?I left without seeing you. 】

It wasn't until I got into the car that the person over there responded.Or several in a row...

【Did not go.An old friend of my dad's is here, and our family is entertaining guests. 】

[However, my mother donated a vase, saying it was a work of art by some master.But I think it looks like a roast duck with a twisted neck. 】

[Does it look like it to you? 】

Then a photo was sent.

Cen Jia looked at the bottle on the screen and suddenly felt like a beeping dog.

She took a picture of the roast duck with its neck twisted and gave it to Zhou Heng.The design of this bottle is said to be inspired by the most popular Möbius strip.When I looked at what was on stage, it was really artistic.

But the angle in Jiang Zhe's photo... does look like a roast duck.It's still short of a pound, and the meat is too good for firewood.

In the past, there was Zhang Yifeng who used a pen washer as an ashtray, and in the latter, there was Jiang Zhe who said that the vase looked like a roast duck.

Cen Jia felt that all her precious artistic cells were being slaughtered by them.

The desire to chat instantly dropped to freezing point, and she responded with a perfunctory emoticon.Then he turned off the phone screen and stuffed it back into his handbag.

The driver sent the two people back to Songlan Island.

The cutscenes this night were quite torturous.

Cen Jia didn't even change her clothes when she entered the door, and threw herself directly on the sofa.

The new fabric sofa is softer than the previous one and is so comfortable that it makes people want to sigh.She closed her eyes and felt like she would fall asleep soon.

A deep male voice sounded at this moment, and the words he said made her immediately energetic again: "I'm going to talk to Uncle Cen about the betrothal gift tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"