Confused wife is too hot

But she is not a qualified student, regardless of her skills, professionalism, or era, she cannot meet Song Yanmo's standards.

And this one is what she is more satisfied with. On the blue seaside, a white wooden house stands on the beach not far away. A woman in white stands in front of the wooden house, looking in a certain direction.

The name of the painting is - Abyss.

It didn't match the superficial artistic conception, no one could understand what Dai Yimeng wanted to express, except Song Yanmo.

This is the life Dai Yimeng has always wanted to live. He also promised her that he would give her this kind of life, but the people who were closest to him turned out to be strangers.

Hope is an abyss, once you fall into it, you can never climb out again.

Immediately someone raised a sign and shouted: "50."

Dai Yimeng is not only a beautiful woman, but also the daughter of the Dai family. Of course, there are not a few wealthy sons who want to pursue her.

"55."

"60."

This time it was Su Xiaoluo's turn to be excited, and she worshiped Dai Yimeng infinitely, "Yimeng, you are too powerful."

"It's so-so." She was preoccupied, her smile was unnatural, and she was just coping.

Seeing that they were called to 100 million, the fight between several young masters was in full swing, and no one was willing to back down.

Confidante's power really shouldn't be underestimated, Dai Yimeng could only smile wryly in the face of the active overtures of the young masters.

It was another fierce battle, and all the guests lamented that this charity reception was wonderful. The time was pointing to midnight, but no one left the banquet halfway.

After calling all the way to 300 million, Dai Yimeng was a little impatient. The price was called so high, and she had to deal with the son who bought her painting.

Looking at Dai Yicheng for help, he saw him staring at Song Yanmo meaningfully.

Sure enough, Dai Yimeng was not the only one who couldn't hold her breath.

I saw Song Yanmo put down the cup in his hand, slowly raised the number plate, "400 million."

The moment he opened his mouth, everyone was shocked. In fact, Song Yanmo liked tug-of-war, but this time, he wanted to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Dai Yimeng's head thumped, and he secretly screamed "Oops, this is Song Yanmo's insult to her, is it right to ask her to owe him a favor?"

But no matter how much he hated in his heart, he couldn't show it on such an occasion, the surroundings were completely silent, and Song Yanmo was already sure to win, and he just waited for the host to speak.

But suddenly...

"500 million!"

Dai Yicheng is crazy, Lu Nan is crazy, Song Yanmo is crazy too!

It's understandable that these people are crazy, but why are you joining in the fun, Jiang Bei?

As soon as Jiang Bei finished speaking, Su Xiaoluo rolled his eyes at Jiang Bei, Tian Maomao opened his mouth so much that he could stuff two eggs in it, and it took him a while to return to normal and muttered to Su Xiaoluo, "Xiaoluo, why should Jiang Bei be a teacher if he is so rich. "

Su Xiaoluo was speechless again, she still didn't know.

Dai Yimeng looked at Jiang Bei in a daze as if he had been greatly stimulated.

Song Yanmo didn't find it strange, because it wasn't the first time Jiang Bei stood up for Dai Yimeng.

Song Yanmo would have given up the other paintings, but he couldn't give up this one.

"600."

"700."

This was much more exciting than Dai Yicheng and Lu Nan's bidding. The limelight of the charity reception was immediately snatched by Song Yanmo and Jiang Bei.

"Eight hundred..."

"Wait a minute."

This is going to be called a sky-high rhythm?Dai Yimeng couldn't let the two of them mess around, although he hesitated, he stood up and stopped him, "Please wait a moment, both of you."

Without showing the slightest emotion, Dai Yimeng glanced at Song Yanmo and then at Jiang Bei, and said faintly: "Although my paintings are not famous works, I hope to be photographed by those who love paintings, so I have a special idea." Kindly please."

Neither Song Yanmo nor Jiang Bei said anything, waiting for Dai Yimeng's next words.

"Tell me a reason for wanting to bid for this painting. If you win my heart, I will offer this painting with both hands. I will pay the price out of my own pocket."

"It's against the rules, Dai Qianjin." Song Yanmo retorted, without a trace of ups and downs in his cold voice, "Young Master Jiang and I just want to raise more money for charity, and it has nothing to do with who the author of this painting is, is it? Doesn't Dai Qianjin wish to save more girls who have lost their feet?"

The high-sounding reason made Dai Yimeng speechless, Song Yanmo's eloquence made her feel ashamed.

Still can't beat him, Dai Yimeng smiled apologetically and nodded, "It's because I didn't think carefully."

"Then continue, Representative Song." Jiang Bei definitely didn't intend to admit defeat, and he didn't mind making the scene a little more out of control.

"En, continue." Song Yanmo's provocative eyes circled around Jiang Bei's body, and he said after a pause, "But I'm a little curious, whether Young Master Jiang understands oil painting."

"Of course..." Jiang Bei spread his hands, "I don't understand."

No matter what time it is, Dai Yimeng can't wait to step forward and shake Jiang Bei's palm.

"Then why did you..."

"Because the woman I like doesn't want you to take this picture, it's as simple as that."

After finishing speaking, there was an uproar!

Jiang Bei is indeed the love saint in the circle, this confession, which woman can control it.

Dai Yicheng was so ashamed that he wanted to dig into the ground. Compared with Jiang Bei, he was drizzle.

Su Xiaoluo's favorability towards Jiang Bei exploded in an instant, and she wished she could give him 1 likes.

Tian Maomao and Lu Nan have the same idea, and the heart-throb teacher's move is really unusual.

Song Zhixin's eyes were blank, Jiang Bei actually liked Dai Yimeng, when did this happen?

Dai Yimeng knew that Jiang Bei was only standing out for her to save face, and the confession was just acting, but he was still completely moved.

Song Yanmo stared at Dai Yimeng, a certain part of his body slowly became stiff, and then exploded into ashes with a bang.

Do you want to give up on this painting?He asked himself, spurned his wavering, and the answer he gave was of course that he couldn't give up.

The only thing I thought about, I tried my best to get it.

Song Yanmo was full of thoughts, Jiang Bei curled his lips indifferently, and said again, "It can be seen that Representative Song is a person who understands painting, I think so, the charity auction is capped at 1000 million, and we will win through fair competition Negative, I won, I paid 1000 million paintings and I took them, you won, and you also paid 1000 million paintings and you took them away, how about it?"

1000 million is not a small amount, Jiang Bei didn't even frown, as if 1000 million was just a matter of minutes to him.

"Okay, no problem." Of course Song Yanmo would not show weakness, after all, he was the one who provoked it first.

It's just that two big men are guessing punches, will they be a little weaker?

Others didn't understand, but Song Yanmo and Jiang Bei naturally knew that guessing boxing depends on luck, not strength and strength.

And often in some things, if luck is a little bit worse, no matter how strong and powerful you are, it is still a thousand miles away.

Winning or losing is determined, the atmosphere is a little tense, everyone is holding a breath and hanging their hearts, only the two protagonists are relaxed.

Three seconds countdown...

three!

two!

One!

Su Xiaoluo and Dai Yimeng covered their eyes at the same time, not daring to look, time stood still at this moment.

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Who wins who wins who wins, ah ah ah ah! ! !