Mr.Ji, welcome!

Ji Fucheng stretched out his bony fingers, grabbed pay off Huan's chin, leaned down and gently clicked, and then pressed the back of pay off Huan's brain with one hand to aggravate the kiss.

She only felt blushing and her heart beat faster, and even her breathing became particularly rapid.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to block the chest of Jifu city and wanted to take a step back, but the man quickly released his hand and touched the head of his servant, "for your sake, forgive you this time. Next time, I won't listen to what you say."

The man's voice has been completely muted, his eyes are hot, like a soldering iron printed on his heart.

She slightly opened her pink lips to breathe, but her eyes were attracted by Jifu city.

Ji Fucheng casually threw the suit coat on the sofa, untied the tie with one hand, untied the suit with slender fingers and threw it aside to reveal the man's thin waist.

Even if it's just a back, you can feel the perfect muscle lines on each other, just like a statue with too perfect body proportion.

Until the sound of running water sounded in the bathroom, she was a little relieved. At the same time, she was a little complicated. She didn't know whether she was shy or afraid, or looking forward to it.

This time Ji Fucheng didn't really do it for the sake of her wrist injury, but next time... At the thought of this, he was so ashamed that he grabbed the quilt to cover his head and rolled directly on the bed.

This night, the two people hugged each other and slept. Ji Fucheng did what he said.

The next day was the day of the auction. I didn't expect that the auction attracted many people. He Huan also saw he Shishi and he Xingteng's father and daughter.

When he Shishi saw Jifu City, Xing hurried over to say hello, but when he saw her, his eyes were still full of contempt.

He Xingteng said hello to both of them. Soon, the auction began.

There are many things in this auction. In addition to some antiques, there are famous paintings, jewelry and so on. The auction is going on in a tense process.

Soon, they brought up a picture of the eight immortals celebrating the new year. He found that Ji Fucheng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the picture. It must be for this picture.

"The next auction item is this picture of the eight immortals celebrating the new year. This picture has been included in the national treasury by successive emperors. Later, after several twists and turns, it spread overseas and disappeared. This time, the painting is available again, starting at $3 million! "

As soon as the voice fell, someone soon raised the sign in his hand, "five million!"

Paying off Huan took a look, it turned out to be he Xingteng. Unexpectedly, the other party was also interested in the painting.

"Five and a half million!"

"Five million eight hundred thousand!"

"Six million!"

Ji Fucheng patted Huan's wrist and motioned her to raise her card, "ten million."

He nodded, raised his slender wrist, and said in a clear voice, "ten million!"

The crowd suddenly exclaimed. Although this eight immortals New Year's picture is a good antique, I didn't expect that the price has doubled several times in just a few minutes.

Although he Xingteng still wanted to raise his cards, he was bidding for Jifu city. He hesitated.

"Twelve million!" Ji Fucheng glanced at the person next to him. The other party sat not far from him, a middle-aged man in a suit.

Ji Fucheng took a look, and she quickly motioned and raised the sign in her hand, "fifteen million."