Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

Song ran returned to his seat and told the assistant next to him, "the matter you contacted is cancelled. I have already finished it."

The assistant blinked his eyes and looked surprised. He bowed out after reaction, made a phone call and then came back to report: "it's done."

"Yes." The woman stares at the small object that is being auctioned on the distant stage, just lightly should a sentence.

Generally, people who come to this kind of occasion will eventually shoot something to show their sincerity. However, there is no need for Shang Rui to participate in almost every scene. The first five collections can take as many as three.

At the end of the first half, he was already in the limelight. From time to time, someone would look back and take a look at Mr. Shang, who was frequently called by the host as his number and name. What you can see is a well-dressed man and his lady companion sitting next to him with a dignified appearance and holding a price tag.

When the acceptance of the eyes, Qi Feng will also be a little embarrassed, with the price card to block his face, only show a pair of water Ling eyes, quietly glancing at shangrui, "don't buy so much, it's just a matter of meaning?"

Shangrui grinned and turned to look at her. "It's not very expensive. These things are suitable for your photo studio. Other things you don't like can also be donated."

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

Song ran looked down at the past and could not see the interaction between them, but his eyes were always cold.

But the small attendant next to Shan Rao seems to have some misunderstanding about the eyes she delivers from time to time. She stabs the man's arm with his elbow and whispers a smile to remind him: "young master, Miss Song seems to be peeping at you."

Shan Rao suddenly felt like a mountain on his back. He quietly adjusted his sitting posture and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment. At the same time, he pursed his lips and pretended not to care about it and asked, "is that right?"

Small attendant turns back again, and desperately points a head, "true."

Many of the items auctioned at the venue are not particularly valuable, so there are so many participants that it will not take a long time to order an item.

But Lu Yao sat for a short half-time, or slowly dozed off, leaning on Shao Yunchen's shoulder and murmured to himself, "what does shangrui want to do with so many shots?"

Shao Yunchen looked down at her, did not respond to this question, but asked with a smile whether she was tired, whether to go back to rest. Lu Yao shook her head. "I'll accompany you."

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

"What?" Lu Yao was not satisfied with this. She could not help but take a look at him. Then she clasped the arm with her hands. "You have a wife and children now, so it's OK to save some money."

"Your husband has money." Shao Yunchen was obstinate in tone, but spoiled in his eyes. He gently covered her forehead with a kiss and then said, "choose one you like. We'll go back and have a rest after we've photographed it."

Just as she said, an object in front of her had just been photographed. At this time, the one pushed onto the stage by Miss etiquette was a red sandalwood folding fan with a sense of age. As soon as Lu Yao's eyes lit up, she patted Shao Yunchen's arm, "I think that's good."

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

The starting price is 120000. Neither Lu Yao nor Shao Yunchen understand this aspect very well. However, it is conservatively estimated that it is within 200000 yuan.

Men pick eyebrows, "like it?"

After that, he did not wait for the women to respond, waiting for the number of bidders to gradually decrease, and he also began to participate in it.

On the other hand, Qi Feng's interest in this folding fan is not so strong. The main reason is that shangrui has already photographed enough things this evening, which makes her a little bit frightened and uneasy, "forget it, I think it's enough, and I can't put any more."

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

Before lifting the card, Yu Guang had already aimed at Shao Yunchen, who was participating in the bidding in the corner of the side. The smile on his face gradually condensed and turned into a fierce and sinister light in his eyes.

He can't let that man, everywhere so happy.

With the momentum in mind, this folding fan in Shao Yunchen and shangrui under the mutual competition, the price was slowly raised to 300000.

Lu Yao Yu Guang takes aim at the past. Seeing that shangrui's actions are crisp and neat, he obviously doesn't mean to give up easily. He stops Shao Yunchen with one hand. "Forget it, shangrui is fighting with you. It's just a fan. It's not worth it."

Shao Yunchen naturally can see that.

He also deadlocked for several rounds, saw the price slowly rise to 400000, then hook lips a smile, "that I listen to you."

It's very nice to say that he listened to Lu Yao, but he still stubbornly held up several rounds of signs. Lu Yao was frightened and raised the price to 500000 before giving up.

Then, with a smile that seemed to be absent, he commented lightly: "it seems that he has made a lot of money in the business cooperation in Italy."

Then he lowered his head and looked at Lu Yao with a slightly apologetic look. "Your husband has to refuel."Lu Yao looked up at him, and felt that the man's slightly bent eyes seemed to be full of stars, which made her inadvertently fall into it, "add or not, you are the best."

Despite the relaxed atmosphere on the field, the two men just immersed in their own world and looked at each other deeply.

So I didn't care too much. Just when the host counted down the last second of the hammer, there was a bright female voice in the last row of the guest seat and quoted the price of 6 million yuan.

There was an uproar on the field, and everyone looked sideways.

At the moment, it is not other people who stand up to take over the baptism of people's eyes. It is song Ran's assistant. She looks calm and leisurely, and then she sits down to make sure that she has a look with the woman next to her.

At first, some people began to talk about it. Shangrui's eyes sank. Even if he didn't hear the "Miss Song" of the people nearby, he could guess who would be the person who was against him at all costs.

His eye color thoroughly gloomy down, want to get up again by the side of Qi Feng one hand to press, "forget it, listen to me once."

Silence for a while, the final silent breath, just shallow a hook lip, "good."

In the end, song ran sold the folding fan for 6 million yuan. Compared with Shang Rui, who spent 1.2 million yuan on seven or eight pieces, she was the one who really made the show.

Before the end of the auction, there was a short break, and there were people who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to have a conversation with song ran, but they were all rejected by her cold eyes, and then they became the things that the assistant around her had to deal with.

Returning to the drinking area, song ran stops Lu Yao in front of one of the bars.

When Shao Yunchen went to have a party, Lu Yao was also alone. When she saw song ran, her expression was a little surprised, but she also quickly adjusted to it. She gently pursed her lips and grinned at her. She took a glass of fruit wine from the side and handed it out, "drink this? It's delicious. "

Song ran took the wine, sipped it gently and nodded his approval, "good."

After that, he put down the glass, responded to the flickering and hesitant eyes of the visitors, and suddenly chuckled, "do you know what I don't need the least?"

Lu Yao was stunned for a second because of her unexpected problem. She could not help thinking of what had just happened on the auction ground. She laughed and joked, "it should be money."

"I don't lack money, but I need them as well." Song ran shakes her head and denies it. Suddenly, there is a cold light in her eyes that is not clear. She looks directly at Lu Yao and says, "the last thing I need is your sympathetic eyes."

This makes Lu Yao lose his mind for a second. After reaction, she takes back her sight and admits her impoliteness, "I'm sorry."

"It's not surprising that you have this idea, because you have the protection of Shao Yunchen. But the resources and strength behind me are also 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 this, she motioned to her assistant behind her to come over and put the heavy wooden box with a sense of age in front of Lu Yao.

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

After that, Lu Yao stood still for a long time, opened the wooden box and saw the folding fan that had just been auctioned.