99 days of honey love, lover never expires

Chapter 33 Do You Need Help?
Looking at the host on the podium of the auction house, he introduced, "The land and villas for auction here are all old land 20 years ago, so the minimum starting price is one hundred thousand.

That is to say, the asking price should not be less than [-] each time.

Song Qingping, who was sitting in the corner of the front seat, had five signs in her hand.

Each sign says 100 million, which happens to be five.

"Crack -" a sound.

Jiang Manman captured a picture with the camera in her hand, and enlarged the picture, she suddenly exclaimed.

It caused Su Xiaoyan to look over, and the zoomed-in picture happened to capture the amount of the five signs in Song Qingping's hands sitting in the corner seat in the first row in front.

It was exactly 500 million, and with a thump in her heart, she immediately thought that it was her own money, the full 500 million that she had borrowed from Bo Fengyan.

"here we go?"

Leaning on the side of the door of a black extended version of Rolls-Royce, Bo Fengyan played with a venue pass in his hand.

Chen Anqi looked at a venue staff member running towards this side, and after walking past, she asked a few words in a low voice and then nodded towards this side.

Only then did Bo Fengyan throw away the venue communication card in his hand with a sneer in his eyes.

It seemed that Su Yimo had known for a long time that Su Yimo was sitting in a wheelchair behind a sycamore tree not far from here, and he pushed the sides of the wheelchair.

Instead of looking at the strange eyes of the people around him, he straightened his back and sat in the wheelchair. When his hands stopped, the wheelchair also stopped.

"Want me to help you?"

Su Yimo's stiff body turned his head slowly, Bo Fengyan's cold face showed a rare trace of patience, and asked repeatedly, "Can you help me?"

"No." The stiff tone was the same as his, the current Su Yimo was afraid of being looked down upon by others, and even more afraid of being seen by his beloved.

Bo Fengyan stretched out a hand and put it on top of the wheelchair. The temperature of his hand was abnormally cold. Su Yimo, who was sitting in the wheelchair, could feel the force brought by this man, and The feeling of having to obey his will.

Su Yimo, who straightened his back, was pale, with cold sweat on both sides of his cheeks, looking at Bo Fengyan and squinting his eyes, is this man afraid?Unexpectedly, this man who made Su Xiaoyan worry about him was so useless.

Bo Fengyan, who stared at the pale man's legs for a while, seemed to lose interest, he let go of his hand, and at the same time, Su Yimo, who was sitting in the wheelchair, also heaved a sigh of relief.

Su Xiaoyan, who found a seat to sit down with Manman, saw Song Qingping raising a sign.

"100 million once."

With an absolutely overwhelming price, people in the auction house couldn't help but look at it.

"100 million times."

Su Xiaoyan stared at the sign that was held up high, and couldn't help but think in her heart, if she had money, if she had money...

If you have money.

"100 million..."

Hearing that Song Qingping was sorting her bag and taking out the 500 million check, she suddenly heard a cold voice from the last row of the venue, "600 million!"

The door of the auction house's venue was pushed in from the outside, Bo Fengyan walked in casually with slender legs, pulled the black tie that was tightened around his neck, and casually grabbed his shorter neck with one hand. Hair, the whole person has an aura of this person that people can't forget at a glance, and there is a hint of coldness in that casualness.

When passing by Su Xiaoyan, Bo Fengyan stopped on purpose, opened his mouth slightly, "How can you thank me?"

Slightly startled, she looked around, but no one's eyes fell on her.

The angle at which Bo Fengyan stopped just covered himself.

Song Qingping, who was sitting in the first row against the wall, had already stood up. How could she forget this person, Bo Fengyan, the president of HS International Group and the second young master of the Bo family.

This person usually never appears in this kind of auction house. It can be said that Bo Fengyan is not interested in this small auction house at all.

Five years ago, no matter how hard Song Qingping inquired, she couldn't find any news about Bo Fengyan.

(End of this chapter)