After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Song ran returned to his seat and asked the assistant next to him, "your contact over there has been cancelled. I've done it."

The assistant blinked twice and looked a little surprised. After reacting, he bowed out and called back to report: "it's done."

"OK." The woman stared at the small object being auctioned on the stage in the distance, and only answered faintly.

People who come to this kind of occasion to join in the fun will usually take something back to show their sincerity, but in fact, it is not necessary to participate in almost every scene like Shang Rui. The first five collections can receive as many as three.

In the first half, he was in the limelight. From time to time, someone would look back and take a look. Who is Mr. Shang, who is often called out by the host? What you can see is a well-dressed man sitting next to him, a dignified woman holding a price tag.

When he received more eyes, Qi Feng would be a little embarrassed. He blocked his face with the price card, revealing only a pair of Shui Lingling's eyes and glancing at Shang Rui quietly, "don't buy so much, just a moment?"

Shang Rui hooked his lips with a smile and turned to look at her. "It's not very expensive. These things are very suitable to put in your photo studio. You can donate other things you don't like."

After a pause, the man suddenly wrapped her fist with his big palm, rubbed her finger belly intentionally or unintentionally, and made a shallow voice, "just like you like it."

Song ran looked down at the past and couldn't see their interaction, but her eyes were always cold.

The little attendant next to Shan Rao seemed to have some misunderstanding about the eyes she delivered from time to time. He stabbed the man's arm with his elbow and whispered a snickering reminder: "young master, Miss Song seems to be peeking at you."

Shan Rao suddenly felt as if he was on his back, quietly adjusted his more upright sitting posture, and coughed twice to hide his embarrassment. At the same time, he pursed his lips and pretended not to care and asked, "really?"

The little attendant turned back and nodded his head desperately, "it's true."

Many items auctioned at the venue are not particularly valuable, so there are many participants, and the time to order an item will not be very long.

But Lu Yao sat down for a small half and slowly dozed off. Leaning on Shao Yunchen's shoulder, she whispered to herself, "what does Shang Rui want to do with so many shots?"

Shao Yunchen looked down at her and did not respond to the question. Instead, he smiled and asked her if she was tired and whether she wanted to go back to rest. Lu Yao shook her head, "I'll accompany you."

This made Shao Yunchen laugh inexplicably, and then he couldn't help joking, "are you worried about the money in your husband's pocket?"

"What?" Lu Yao was not satisfied with this. He had to take more eyes at him, and then hugged the arm with both hands. "Now you have a wife and children, so it's right to save some money."

"Your husband has money." Shao Yunchen's tone was stubborn, but his eyes spoiled him. He gently kissed her on the forehead and said, "choose one you like. Let's go back and have a rest."

Just then, an object in front had just been photographed. At this time, what was pushed onto the stage by the etiquette lady was a red sandalwood folding fan with a sense of age. Lu Yao's eyes lit up and patted Shao Yunchen's arm, "I think that's good."

When the camera on the big screen is finished, the host introduces it one by one, and the auction begins.

The starting price is 120000. Neither Lu Yao nor Shao Yunchen knows this very well, but it is conservatively estimated that it is also within 200000.

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "do you like it?"

After that, he waited for the woman to respond, waiting for the number of bidders to gradually decrease, and he began to participate.

On the other hand, Qi Feng's interest in this folding fan is not so strong. The main reason is that Shang Rui has photographed enough things this evening, which makes her more or less frightened and uneasy. "Forget it, I think it's enough. I can't put any more."

"It's just a folding fan. I think it matches the mahogany dresser in your room." Shang Rui smiled and took the bidding card from her hand.

Before raising the card, Yu Guang had seen Shao Yunchen who was participating in the bidding in one corner. The smile on his face gradually condensed and turned into a sharp and vicious light at the bottom of his eyes.

He can't make that man so happy everywhere.

With the mentality that the potential is inevitable, the price of this folding fan was slowly raised to 300000 under the mutual confrontation between Shao Yunchen and Shang Rui.

Lu Yao Yu Guang glanced over and saw that Shang Rui's placards were crisp and neat. Obviously, he didn't mean to give up easily, so he stopped Shao Yunchen with one hand. "Forget it, Shang Rui is trying to fight with you. It's just a fan. It's not worth it."

Shao Yunchen can naturally see it.

He was deadlocked for several more rounds. Seeing that the price slowly rose to 400000, he raised his lips and smiled, "I'll listen to you."

The words sounded good. They said they were listening to Lu Yao, but they stubbornly held up several rounds of signs. Lu Yao was frightened and raised the price to 500000 before giving up.

Then he said with a smile: "it seems that he has made a lot of money in the business he cooperates with in Italy."

Instead, he looked down at Lu Yao with a little regret, "your husband has to refuel."

Lu Yao looked up and looked at him. He felt that the man's slightly bent eyes were like full of stars, which made her inadvertently sink into it. "Add it or not, you're the best."

Regardless of the relaxed atmosphere on the field, the two people only immerse themselves in their own world and look at each other deeply.

So I didn't care too much. Just when the host counted down the last second of the fixed hammer, a bright female voice sounded in the last row of the guest seat, offering a price of $6 million.

There was an uproar on the field, and everyone looked at it one after another.

At the moment, it was no one else who stood up to take over the baptism of the people's eyes. It was song Ran's assistant. She looked calm and leisurely. Then she sat down and made a look with the woman next to her.

At the beginning, some people talked about it one after another. Shang Rui's eyes sank. Even if he didn't hear the "Miss Song" of the nearby population, he could guess who would oppose him at any cost.

His eyes were completely gloomy. When he wanted to get up again, he was pressed by Qi Feng next to him, "forget it, listen to me once."

Silent for a while, finally breathed out a breath silently, and then shallow hooked his lips, "OK."

In the end, song ran sold the folding fan for $6 million. Compared with Shang Rui, who spent $12 million on seven or eight pieces, she was the one who really caught the limelight.

Before the end of the auction, it was a short rest time. People wanted to take this opportunity to talk to song ran. They were rejected by her cold eyes, and then became the thing that her assistant had to deal with.

Song ran, who returned to the drinks area again, stopped Lu Yao in front of one of the bars.

Shao Yunchen went to the party. Lu Yao was also alone. When she saw song ran, she looked a little surprised, but she quickly adjusted, smiled gently at her, took a cup of fruit wine from the side and handed it out, "drink this? It tastes good. "

Song ran took the wine, took a sip and nodded in recognition, "it's good."

Then he put down the wine glass, responded to the flickering and hesitant eyes of the visitor, suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, "do you know what I don't need most?"

Lu Yao was stunned for a second because of her unexpected problem. Immediately, she couldn't help thinking of what had just happened at the auction, so she smiled and joked: "it should be money."

"I'm not short of money, but I need them." Song ran shook her head to deny it. Her eyes were suddenly stained with an unclear cold light and looked straight at Lu Yao: "what I don't need most is your compassionate eyes just like that."

This provoked Lu Yao to be absent-minded for a second. After reacting, he took back his sight and admitted his impoliteness, "I'm sorry."

"It's not surprising that you have this idea, because you have the shelter of Shao Yunchen. But the resources and strength behind me are enough to support me to live better than anyone else, so the people around me who are qualified to sympathize with me have not yet appeared. "

She looked lazy and casual. After saying that, she motioned the assistant behind her to come over and put the heavy and chronological wooden box in front of Lu Yao.

"For you." She glanced. "I'm not interested in these things."

After that, she stopped staying, raised her feet and left, leaving Lu Yao stunned for a long time. She opened the wooden box and saw the folding fan that had just been auctioned.