Chapter 80 Entering the Huo Family (3)

Du Liangchen followed everyone's line of sight and looked forward. He could only see the back of his head. He was sitting very far in front.

Is he going to take this bottle of Hilde?Does that girl like wine too?
It was 50 at the first opening...

This number shocked Du Liangchen's heart, and made her heart ache.

"60." A cold voice exploded beside Du Liangchen.

Huo Qirui sat there proudly looking at the woman beside him.

Hearing the price increase, Joan turned around in surprise.

Someone will raise the price up at this price?
A pair of clear and bright eyes met Huo Qirui's cold eyes.

The moment Qiao An turned around, Du Liangchen hurriedly tilted his head and buried his face on Huo Qirui's shoulder.so……

Joan should not be able to see her.

"70." Joan turned his face back and added another [-].

"80." Before the auctioneer could improve the atmosphere of the venue, Huo Qirui showed his cards again.

Du Liangchen leaned on his shoulder with his face sideways, and gently pushed him, "Stop asking for prices..."

"It's okay. The Huo family has nothing else but a lot of money..." Huo Qirui lowered his head and smiled wickedly.

Lots of money!Lots of money! ANGEL is not short of money!

If he continues to add this, it will definitely attract Joan's attention...

"I'm going to the bathroom..." Anyway, I couldn't persuade this arrogant man, so I might as well run away first.

Du Liangchen half-bent, lowered his head and carefully left the field from the side, like a thief.

As soon as he left the auction house, Du Liangchen took the elevator and went downstairs to hide in the black Dutch Spyker.

It's too risky.Joan almost saw her.

She was afraid of explaining and questioning.

More than ten days ago, he had solemnly proposed to her in the restaurant, but after only a few days, he actually wanted to run away when he saw him again, how ridiculous!

Don't know how much the two of them will push that Hilder...

A person who spent a lot of money yesterday, and a person who is arrogant...

No one would be willing to hand over this bottle of red wine to others.

Du Liangchen felt a little regretful. If she had known that she was here to participate in the auction, she would have found an excuse to refuse...

After reading the first-page report yesterday, she would not be so stupid as to shoot herself into the muzzle...

It took about an hour for a person to sit in the car thinking wildly.

The car door was pulled open with a bang, and Huo Qirui stood outside the car with a livid face.

"Did you go to the bathroom and get in the car?" Damn woman, the auction was over and she didn't come back.

If the waiter hadn't said that he saw the girl who was with him had gone downstairs, he would have blown up Langdu's bathroom, and this dead woman was sitting leisurely in the car!

"It's over so soon?" Du Liangchen's heart was full of Qiao An's shadow, and he didn't even care about his livid face.

"Nonsense!" Huo Qirui got into the car and glared at her.

"Miss Du, this is Hilde 1945 taken by Mr. Fu Xin." Fu Xin handed over the wine from the front row.

Du Liangchen was stunned before taking it over, "How much is it?"

Du Liangchen asked weakly, she guessed that the price must not be low.

Huo Qirui leaned back in the chair, compared the number eight in his hand, and did not speak.

80?
When she left, she called out a price of 80 yuan, did Qiao An not raise the price?
In my heart, there was a sudden moment of disappointment.

She fell in love with the violin because of Joan; Joan fell in love with wine because of her.

When she saw Qiao An calling out 50 yuan, she had a little hope in her heart, hoping that he would still have a little paranoia for herself...

"Did he not raise the price?" Du Liangchen blurted out.

Huo Qirui suddenly straightened up from the back of the chair, stared at her and asked, "Is the price of 800 million not high enough?"

What eight, 800 million?

(End of this chapter)

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