The Giants Trap: The First Lady Does Not Come Home

Chapter 68 Is there really no reporter?

"Today's last 'Desert Spring' starts at 200 million yuan. I don't know who will get it in the end."

Qiao An straightened his white shirt collar, and slowly got up from the chair.

They sat in the front row, and they were particularly conspicuous when they stood up. Many people had already focused their attention on him.

The auctioneer looked expectantly at this young man who was more delicate than a woman. Will he bring another surprise to himself?

"1000 million." This time, Joan held the sign very high, and everyone present could see it clearly.

His voice did not have the laziness of just shouting 50, but solemnly called out a price of 1000 million.

Joan turned to look at everyone behind him.

No one will bid for the price of 1000 million.

A price increase of 800 million.

He hates that anything he likes is coveted by other people.

"1000 million once, 1000 million twice! 1000 million three times! Deal!" The auction hammer fell forcefully, "This desert spring from France, a fashion country, was auctioned by this gentleman at a sky-high price of 1000 million. "

The auctioneer on the stage was a little excited, he really didn't expect such a young man to fetch such an astonishing price.

The difference between this price and the market price definitely set a new Christie's auction record in China.

After the auction ended, there were still many people talking about it, and Ito stood beside Joan and prepared to leave together.

Many eyes from the crowd focused on her, envious or jealous.

In the eyes of many people, she is the mistress of the sky-high priced "Desert Spring". She doesn't know what Qiao Anjun has in mind, but she actually has some expectations in her heart.

However, the possibility of this is really small and pitiful.

After going downstairs from the VIP elevator, a large number of reporters had already gathered outside the door.

Seeing that someone appeared after the auction ended, all kinds of flashing lights flickered non-stop, and the crowd at the door began to commotion.

Several items in this auction have already attracted the attention of the society, and every media hopes to catch the most valuable news at the first time.

This auction has alarmed the big and small media in Yuncheng, because the auction site is closed, so they were all blocked out by the security guards and unable to enter.

"Master, let's go from the back, there are reporters at the front door."

As soon as he got out of the elevator, Lao Yu glanced at the reporters gathered outside the door and asked Qiao An what he meant.

Qiao An responded lightly, turned around and left from the back door of the hotel, followed by Ito's charming figure.

At the same time, ROSER Holiday Villa is an extraordinary sight.

Under the bright sunshine, the charming blue enchantress formed a striking blue garland around the violin stage.

In front of it is a milky white banquet table, on which there are all kinds of western food. Elegant women and celebrities from the political and business circles can be seen everywhere in the small square, toasting and talking.

"Is there really no reporter?" In the small European-style villa, Du Liangchen still asked worriedly, shaking the invitation in his hand, "There won't be any other people, right?"

"As I said, I don't like the media." Huo Qirui faced the mirror, and the costumer next to him was arranging his tuxedo suit.

"What are you worried about?" Huo Qirui suddenly turned to stare at her.

This woman has been asking him since yesterday if there are any reporters, if there are any guests that he missed, what the hell is he thinking?

"Ah? I don't have one..." Worried that he would see through him, Du Liangchen immediately turned his face to the side of the mirror, and pretended to arrange his hairstyle.

Of course she was worried!

She was worried that Joan would come back, and that there was no way to explain it clearly.

What she is most worried about is hurting the man she loves the most.

However, she could not speak, and could only pray silently.

"Let's go, it's about time for us to play." Huo Qirui leaned forward, wrapped his hands around her slender waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Du Liangchen looked at the stylist and costumer in the room from the mirror, and rubbed his hands uneasily.

(End of this chapter)