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

There was a layer of mist on the bright eyes, and Ruan Xiya's tone contained a hint of pleading.

Shen Muyang opened his mouth, and just about to speak, suddenly there was a loud crackling noise in the venue.

Ruan Xiya followed the voice and saw a woman in a bright red dress who looked a bit like her falling to the ground in embarrassment.

She held a corner of the black velvet tablecloth tightly in her palm, and a large part fell to the ground.

The shards of wine glasses scattered in all directions were like fine diamonds, reflecting dazzling light under the bright lights of the venue.

The red wine snaked down the woman's fair calf, and it looked like fresh blood, which was shocking.

Against the backdrop of the black lace mask, the woman's pale complexion looked even paler and more... pitiful.

Ruan Xiya couldn't help but reached out and touched the metal mask on her eyes, besides the strong sympathy, there was an inexplicable sense of happiness in her eyes.

The whispering voice in the venue was much louder, even mixed with a lot of ugly words, Ruan Xiya tightly gripped the tablecloth, and sat stiffly in her seat.

Watching He Jingyuan raise the sign for the last time, the host on the stage took advantage of the chaos in the venue and knocked down the small hammer in his hand.

Since then, Ruan Xiya's photo was acquired by He Jingyuan at a price of 8000 million.

While Ruan Xiya breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but look at the expressionless He Jingyuan, with a vicious revenge-like pleasure in her heart.

Regardless of whether today's incident has anything to do with He Jingyuan, since he can bring a woman who imagines the same as her over, it has nothing to do with it.

Deliberately late, such a flamboyant red dress, such a big movement, everything is so deliberate but so careless.

Ruan Xiya has never been so sober as she is now. She watched He Jingyuan casually throw away the sign in her hand, without even looking at the distressed woman on the ground, she got up and left the venue.

The sympathetic gaze fell on the desperate and sad woman on the ground, Ruan Xiya's hand on the other side of her body was tightly clenched, her nails were firmly embedded in her palm, and sharp pain came immediately.

Just when she thought today's farce had finally come to an end, the woman who fell on the ground suddenly reached out and lifted the mask.

The black lace mask slipped from the woman's face, revealing the beautiful face behind the mask.

Seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Ruan Xiya's eyes suddenly widened.

It never occurred to her that the woman who showed her full face had nothing to do with her imagination.

Seeing the woman being gently lifted up, and half-pushed to follow the man to sit down, Ruan Xiya suddenly felt a little nauseous.

"Shia, I'm sorry."

Shen Muyang's apologetic voice sounded in his ears, Ruan Xiya turned around and smiled at Shen Muyang.

"Brother Muyang didn't do anything wrong, so there's no need to apologize."

Shen Muyang patted the back of her hand softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, I didn't know that something like this would happen today."

Ruan Xiya let go of her lips that had been bitten deeply, smiled lightly and shook her head.

"Others want to plot, so naturally they won't let Brother Muyang know."

Shen Muyang's deep eyes narrowed for eh, he pressed his lips tightly and did not speak again.

The subsequent auction items were quite satisfactory, and there were no major problems. The dinner finally came to an end under Ruan Xiya's torment.

Ruan Xiya maintained her smile stiffly, took Shen Muyang's arm and left the venue in disorder.

"Miss Shia, thank you for supporting children in the mountains. This is the product you auctioned."