Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

I saw that she was wearing a light green dress with light blue peonies embroidered on her cuffs. Several auspicious clouds were drawn by the silver thread, and the hem was a row of dense sea water clouds. She turned her body gently, and the long dress spread out. Her hands and feet were as graceful as the wind blowing willows.

Her eyes are big and vivid, her firm and straight nose, feminine tenderness and masculine heroism. Her slightly thin red lips show an almost transparent ruby red. At any time, it seems that she can be intoxicated at a glance. A head of dark long hair as soft as water tilts down like a waterfall, and just spreads on her slightly cut shoulders.

The whole body exudes an unspeakable nobility, free and easy, self-confidence, which makes people's eyes unconsciously chase her.

For a moment, Mo Wan almost forgot his words and just stared at the stage.

Originally, women can also grow so beautiful. The full moon is beautiful and the lack of moon is poetry.

At this time, there was another burst of fierce applause, accompanied by countless admirations.

"Hello, I'm Zuo lan..." she smiled and said, "thank you for taking your precious time out of your busy schedule to come here. Zuo LAN is very grateful. Six works will be auctioned today. The funds raised will be donated to the Red Cross. Thank you again for your support."

While translating, the hostess handed the first work to Zuo LAN. 10sp9???

The sleeves are a little loose and there are tassels on them. When Zuo LAN picks up the works for display, the tassels will always fall on the works and block them.

She frowned, shrugged her shoulders and spread out her hands, indicating that she was really helpless. At the same time, she deliberately shook the tassels on her sleeves: I'm sorry, I wanted to wear more beautiful today to make everyone look more pleasing to the eye, but now it seems that I have to go down and change my clothes, because he is too disobedient. "

The voice fell, and everyone under the stage laughed. She turned and left the stage and went to the stage.

Mo Wan was still staring at her back. At first, when she spoke Chinese, she thought she couldn't speak English, but when she spoke English, it really shocked her, because even she, a layman, could hear that all her spoken English was the most orthodox American English.

It was only a moment before she stepped on the stage again. Her clothes and skirts had been replaced by a black suit, which set off her more heroic, free and easy, and her eyebrows and eyes were shining with confidence.

Originally, Zuo LAN is such a woman. She has the tenderness of a woman.

More belong to the heroic spirit of men, not stick to one style.

Who would fall in love with such a woman? Mo Wan thought so in his heart. His eyes turned slightly and saw Pei Yihuan's deep eyes like sea water falling straight on Zuo LAN on the stage. In his eyes, there was no frost like coldness and ridicule in the past, but only tenderness. She had never seen him like this. For a moment, I just feel like I want to be absorbed by these eyes.

"Well, the first work is sunflower. I dare not compare it with Van Gogh's sunflower, but as long as sunflowers are beautiful and prosperous, I will start bidding now."

"Three hundred thousand dollars"

"Half a million dollars."

"A million dollars."

"Two million dollars."

Everyone sitting in the audience began to bid, and the price was cheated. Thirteen is better than sitting.

Listening to the hostess's translation, Mo Wan was amazed. It was just a simple oil painting. The price could be as high as this.

"Two million dollars, is there anyone else to bid..." Zuo LAN smiled, glanced across the audience, and then said, "two hundred thousand times..."

Everyone in the audience below was whispering to each other, but no one made another bid.

Mo Wan glanced at the oil painting, and his eyes turned in the banquet hall. At this time, an unusually low voice came into her ears: "bid!"

In a daze, she turned around, and Pei Yihuan's deep eyes were falling on her. Obviously, the words were said to her.

She originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but the guilt in her heart emerged, but she couldn't make herself indifferent: "how much?"

"Five million..." he said coldly as his thin lips pulled.

Five million....

Mo Wan was stunned immediately. Some unspeakable taste was fermenting in his heart. It turned out that this was a huge sum of money for the people he loved.

Seeing that she had no words, Pei Yihuan's eyes shot coldly again: "open your mouth."

Pulling back her mind, she looked at him: "is that in English or in Chinese?"

"Are you provoking my patience?" his low, cold voice was full of impatience.

If the eyes could kill people, Mo Wan felt that she had already been killed by his eyes. She bit her lip and said directly: "say hello in advance, my English can't get out of the table at all. If you lose someone later, don't blame me!"

"Two million times..." Zuo LAN is still smiling. She smiles very charming and has an openness and enthusiasm belonging to Western women.

He stared at her colder and colder, turned and breathed deeply: "$five million!"

The voice fell, almost the whole audience became boiling, and even some people looked over and gave her a thumbs up: "good!"

Mo Wan's mouth pulled out a smile and responded. Only she knew how unnatural her words were.

Zuolan on the stage was obviously shocked. He smiled and applauded, and whispered, "Oh -"

Not surprisingly, the final "sunflower" was sold at a high price of $5 million.

"Well, let's now invite the winner of sunflower, Miss mo."

The host's voice came from the stage. Mo was stunned and stayed in place. His eyes instinctively looked at Pei Yihuan: "people, people let me go on stage."

"HMM." Pei Yihuan just answered coldly, and didn't intend to get up at all.

She had to remind again: "it was you, not me, who let me go on stage!"

"It was Miss Mo, not Mr. Pei, who reported to the station." he responded coldly.

"You -" Mo Wan was a little angry: "you use me!"

Hearing the speech, his thin lips coldly recalled a radian: "you have to pay for your forced marriage."

She bit her gums and raised her eyebrows. There was some provocation in her words: "does that mean that the ultimate owner of this painting is also miss Mo?"

"What do you think?" Pei Yihuan's pretty eyebrows wrinkled impatiently and stared at Mo Wan with eyes like leopards.

At this time, the urging voice on the stage came again: "Miss Mo, Miss Mo, who is Miss Mo?"