Marriage of a wealthy family: the cold-blooded president lightly teases

A slight sound came from behind, Ruan Xiya opened her eyes wide and turned her head stiffly to glance at Shen Muyang's hand that just raised the sign, and slightly twitched the corners of her mouth.

She wanted to reach out to stop Shen Muyang, but her body was powerless like a punctured balloon.

It was as if a heavy stone was tied to her hand, she wanted to open her mouth to say something, but she timidly pressed her lips for a long while, but in the end she didn't say anything.

A warm palm suddenly covered the top of her head, Ruan Xiya flinched a bit, but did not escape after all.

How could she not be clear, it was either Shen Muyang or someone else.

Thinking of the disgusting actions that a strange man might do to her photo after taking her photo, she wanted to vomit in disgust.

Subconsciously looking around, she found that there were quite a few people holding signs. Ruan Xiya tightly pressed her lips together, her fingertips holding the table were already pale as paper.

Shen Muyang glanced at her whitish fingertips, the distress in his eyes was even worse, and the sign in his hand was raised more and more frequently.

Ruan Xiya was a little dazed looking at the ruddy host on the stage who was excited because of the rising prices, and suddenly wanted to rush up and tear her face apart.

Tear off the masks on the faces of these sanctimonious people, and smash everything in this dinner party.

It was obviously a charity auction dinner, but who would have thought that Ruan Zhenzhen from the Ruan family would bring such a photo.

Thinking of this, Ruan Xiya shuddered suddenly, suddenly thought of something, and quickly turned her head to look around the venue.

Sensing Ruan Xiya's abnormality, Shen Muyang approached her while not forgetting to hold up the sign, and asked in a low voice: "Xiya, what's wrong?"

With bright eyes, Ruan Xiya searched the venue for the person she imagined with Ruan Zhenzhen, "I'll find the owner of this photo."

"Ok?"

Shen Muyang was a little confused for a moment, the hand holding the sign was a little stiff, it was a step behind others.

"Oh my God, I'm so excited. I never thought that this photo would be auctioned for such a high price. Currently the highest bidder is the gentleman at table 13, 3000 million. Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

Hearing the host's voice, Shen Muyang suddenly realized that it was only one step away, and someone had outbid him.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at He Jingyuan who was sitting expressionlessly on Thirteen Zhuo's face. The anger in Shen Muyang's eyes almost turned into real flames and burned He Jingyuan up.

As if aware of Shen Muyang's gaze, across the crowd, He Jingyuan's cold eyes lightly swept over, and a mocking smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

The veins on the back of Shen Muyang's hand holding the sign were already bulging, he pursed his lips tightly, retracted his gaze, and raised the sign again.

Ruan Xiya didn't find anyone who resembled Ruan Zhenzhen in the venue, she looked around suspiciously, and finally looked away reluctantly.

Just sitting upright, Ruan Xiya was completely shocked when she saw that Shen Muyang was still holding the sign!
She had no idea that the auction of her photos hadn't ended yet, and the prices were even skyrocketing.

When the price soared past 5000 million, Ruan Xiya glanced at the other person who was competing with Shen Muyang, and pressed slightly with her white fingers on the sign that Shen Muyang was about to raise.

"Shia?"

Shen Muyang spoke coldly, with obvious anger in his tone.

Ruan Xiya pursed her lips and shook her head, her brows and eyes were full of exhaustion.

"Brother Muyang, forget it. Forget it, okay?"