Sorry, I can't love you

At the auction.

A tall and slender figure appeared at the entrance.

Tang Mo quickly glanced at the surrounding environment. His icy face seemed to have a chill, which made the people around him tremble.

"I heard that Tang Mo came today for a famous painting."

"Starry sky? That's a world famous painting. It's worth at least that amount! " The speaker raised a few fingers and said in surprise.

"Isn't it?"

"Is there this painting at today's auction?"

……

The voice of discussion came into his ears intermittently, but Tang Mo ignored it.

"Mr. Tang, your position is here."

The staff hurried over and took Tang Mo to his position.

One commodity after another was auctioned out. Before long, the staff in suits and white gloves carefully carried something covered with red cloth.

"Next, we provide you with a commodity of great collection value, that is, a painting in the 19th century - starry sky!"

The host's voice fell and the red cloth was lifted.

The starry sky appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Wow..." the people at the bottom were in an uproar, and then there was a rustle of discussion.

Tang Mo, however, glanced at the painting for a long time, and then showed his satisfied eyes.

"The starting price is 30 million. Every time you raise a card, call the price of 10 million. Now start calling the price!"

The wooden hammer fell, and then someone raised the number plate.

"OK, 40 million. This gentleman will give 40 million!"

"Fifty million!"

……

"120 million! It has reached 120 million. Is there anything higher? "

The host was so excited that his mobile phone waved a wooden hammer.

Tang Mo sat in the audience with his legs cocked. In a suit, he exuded a noble and elegant atmosphere.

Seeing that it was almost over, he slowly raised the number plate.

"130 million! 130 million! "

"140 million! Someone offered a higher price than Mr. Tang! "

The host's voice was loud.

Tang Mo was not in a hurry when he looked at the time, and he hooked the corner of his lips.

The time is almost over. He has no time to go on.

"200 million!"

He held up the number plate, and his cold eyes fell on the picture on the stage, looking like he was determined to get it.

"Wow!"

As soon as he shouted out his price, everyone exclaimed and looked up at the painting.

"Is such a picture worth the price?"

Someone was whispering.

The host swallowed his saliva. When he looked at Tang Mo, he said, "200 million, is there anything higher than 200 million?"

Looking at the audience, the number plates that were just held high have now been put down.

When some people laughed at Tang Mo, they suspected that he was crazy and spent 200 million on a painting. Even world-famous paintings were not worth the price in their eyes.

"200 million for the first time! Two hundred million for the second time... "

"Three hundred million!"

A low and magnetic voice sounded. The door suddenly opened, and the dazzling light penetrated in. A tall and straight figure appeared at the door, holding the number plate in his hand.

"Da Da..."

Then, there was the sound of high heels. The woman in black lace skirt and tight skirt came to the man with a bag in her hand under everyone's attention.

"Wow... 300 million!"

There were bursts of exclamations in the crowd. They were all looking at the sanctity of the handsome men and women in front of them. They even spent 300 million to buy a painting.

Tang Mo's heart "clattered" for a moment. When he turned around, he saw the beautiful face.

Is that her? The woman I met at the bar that night?

The host was also a little frightened. He suddenly swallowed his saliva. After reacting, he said, "and... Is there a higher price than 300 million? 300 million for the first time! The second time! Deal! "

The wooden hammer fell, and a proud smile appeared on the man's face at the door.

"Who is this?"

"Who is so rich?"

The voices of discussion rang out in the crowd.

"Congratulations to the gentleman and Lady of No. 108 for photographing the starry sky at a price of 300 million!"

The host's voice fell, and Su Zhi glanced at Tang mo.

At the moment when his eyes were opposite, a evil smile came up on his face.

Shi Xi threw a cold look at Tang Mo and nodded indifferently at him.

Out of the auction venue, Shi Xi stood on the roadside waiting for Su Zhi to drive over.

Yu Guangli caught a glimpse of the man walking towards him behind him.

The corner of her lip was hooked and put on a calm expression.

"This painting is only worth 150 million or 300 million at most. It's a big loss."

A deep voice sounded in his ear. Shi Xi turned his head and looked at Tang mo.

She pretended to be surprised, "Oh, it's you?"

Shi Xi looked up and down at the man in front of him. His butterfly like eyelashes flashed, and then added: "just now I saw that you seem to want this painting very much. Since President Tang can bid in person, this painting must have its value. I said it is worth 300 million, it is worth it."

Then she smiled coldly.

"Give it to me."

Tang Mo said coldly.

"Reason."

Shi Xi was unmoved, fearlessly facing the cold eyes.

But why, after seeing the cold fog in the man's eyes, the heart seems to be stung and painful?

How is this feeling so familiar? She frowned gently, but soon recovered.

"This painting has special meaning for me."

Tang Mo said word by word in a tough tone.

Shi Xi smiled, and she slowly opened her mouth: "but this painting also means a lot to me. I won't let it cost much."

Then he looked at Tang Mo with a smile.

Tang Mo's eyes sank. He looked at the woman in front of him.

Who the hell is she? Why is this feeling so familiar? So close?

But it's impossible!

Suddenly, he held out his hand and caught the woman's wrist. He was surprised when he reacted.

He looked at the woman coldly. The woman's clear eyes were really like her.

"Who the hell are you?"

He asked coldly.

Shi Xi frowned and her wrist was pinched. She struggled hard, but she couldn't get away from the man's powerful hand.

She frowned and looked at the man coldly.

"So this is your chat up? It's fresh enough. If you don't let go, I'll be rude to you! "

Fortunately, Suzhi taught her self-defense.

She carried the bag from her hand to her shoulder, took a half step back with her right foot, made a defensive posture, and was ready to kick the man's leg in the next second.