Time and you are my fault

In the next week, Chu Yi circled around various banquets.

But her matter was too much trouble, and no one was willing to lend a helping hand to her despite the turmoil.

The business world has always been so cruel, Chu Yi understood and felt sad at the same time.

After locking herself at home for three days, Chu Yi called Feng Cheng.

"About Xin He, I want to talk to President Feng. I wonder if you have time."

"Jialan Group has a charity auction tonight, go with me as my female companion." Feng Cheng's voice was a little noisy.

She has no right to refuse now, "OK."

At seven o'clock that night, Chu Yi met Feng Cheng at the agreed place.

After the two got out of the car, they stepped onto the red carpet.

Feng Cheng propped up his arms slightly, and gave Chu Yi a look.

Chuy held his arm reluctantly, feeling a little awkward.

"President Feng, I just asked you a question in the car..."

"Mr. Chu, begging for help didn't make you so aggressive." Feng Cheng glanced at the woman beside him with a half-smile.

Chu Yi pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Now she is the weak side, and she should lower her posture.

So he stopped talking and quietly stood aside as his vase companion.

She is dressed very ordinary today, her hair is tied into a ponytail, her upper body is a nude silk shirt and a pair of wide-leg suit pants.

Capable and shrewd aura.

When entering the venue with Feng Cheng, it caused a lot of commotion.

Chu Yi said softly, "President Feng is not afraid of making gossip."

"In the era when entertainment is paramount, I'm afraid there is nothing to talk about."

Chu Yi rolled her eyes, and co-authored, did she use her to stir up traffic?
Because it is a charity auction, all participants must take out a personal item for auction, and the proceeds will be donated to charity organizations.

Chu Yi didn't know this in advance, so he could only take off the wooden bracelet on his wrist under the playful gaze of the staff.

She looked at the bracelet, which was polished and made by Zong Yanxiu himself.

After thinking about it, he put it on again, emptied the handbag, stuffed everything that could fit into his trouser pocket, and handed the crocodile leather handbag to the staff.

"This..." The staff hesitated. After all, the items they received were either jewelry or jade jewelry, and they had never received a handbag.

Chu Yi glared at Feng Cheng, and then said, "The market price is 32, but because it is a limited edition, the second-hand market has been fired to more than 50."

After speaking, she took the seat number plate and walked in first.

Feng Cheng raised his eyebrows and walked in.

Chu Yi didn't give Feng Cheng a good face all the way.

Calling her over, not talking about business, but tricking her, people have tempers.

As soon as he was seated, a woman's sarcastic voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Yo, sister, you are here today, why don't you tell me in advance."

Chu Yi turned her head, and Chu Xian was sitting proudly in the VIP seat next to her, looking at her.

Chu Yi let out a snort in her nasal voice, and then looked forward.

Chu Xian didn't get a response, and was so angry that she almost burst into flames, "Chu Yi, why are you so arrogant, now that you have been kicked out by the Zong family, and without the Chu family by your side, you..."

Chu Yi propped his forehead in boredom, and said in a cool tone, "It's either rich or expensive to be here today. Don't you want to maintain your kind and kind elder sister's appearance? Don't you want to get rich?"

Chu Yuan immediately closed her mouth tightly and looked around nervously.

There were countless grievances in his heart, and he wanted to vent, and wanted to trample Chu Yi under his feet, but Chu Xian still held back.

"Look at you after tonight, what are you proud of..."

She mumbled a little, thinking no one heard.

Because Chu Yi was leaning her body, she also focused on Chu Xian, so she heard it.

The lights gradually dimmed, and Chu Yi looked at Chu Xian.

What did she mean by what she just said?
The charity auction has officially started.

Chu Yi either rested with her eyes closed, or chatted with her mobile phone. She came to discuss business with Feng Cheng, not to spend money.

After an unknown amount of time, it was finally the turn of the handbag she had just donated.

"This crocodile leather handbag of the H family produces ten pieces worldwide. The donor is Ms. Chu Yi, the president of Xinhe Group. The starting price is 28 yuan, and the bidding starts now."

Chu Yi stared at the bag, and the first year of her first marriage into the Zong family flashed before her eyes.

At that time, she thought, as the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family, she must not have a bad reputation, otherwise she would lose face to her clan if she went out.

So in the first year, she and Lian Shanshan went abroad for shopping and bought a house full of luxury goods, from bags to jewelry, from clothes to shoes.

Thinking about it now, those days have passed five or six years like a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, his thoughts were pulled back to reality by the sudden bidding sound from his side.

Feng Cheng held up the number plate, and then the host on the stage shouted, "90! Someone offered 90, is there a higher one?"

Chu Yi looked over suspiciously, "Since Mr. Feng has a lot of money, let's talk about financing?"

Feng Cheng flirted with her, "My girlfriend has liked this bag for a long time."

Chuy, "..."

boring.

Suddenly, a woman in the corner raised a sign twice in a row, representing an increase of 20 yuan.

"110 million!"

Chu Yi was taken aback for a moment, and she followed everyone's line of sight. Because the light was too dim, she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"My bag is so hot?" Chu Yi began to doubt life.

Whether she wants to take out the luxury goods in that room and resell them may be able to save the urgent need.

Feng Cheng looked worried, looked away from the phone screen, and raised the price.

"120."

But as soon as the words fell, the other party continued to increase the price, "130 million."

The crowd was in an uproar.

These two are fighting for a bag?
Chu Yi squinted her eyes, and moved closer to Feng Cheng, "Mr. Feng, I still have a bag of the same style but a different color at home. So, let me give it to your girlfriend, but let's talk about financing?"

Feng Cheng ignored her and continued to increase the price, "140 million."

Chu Yi didn't understand the brain circuit of this man, since he was willing to spend money, let him go.

It's just that other people present don't think so, the bag was donated by Chu Yi, and now, Feng Cheng keeps increasing the price for this bag, from the outsiders' perspective, it's a red-faced beauty.

At the same time, this charity auction was broadcast live on the whole network. Chu Yi, who was in the forefront of public opinion not long ago, was once again pushed to the forefront by the abuse of netizens.

[Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder I had to be afraid of breaking up with Hengzong, and just after breaking up, I turned around and hooked up with the boss of Rongcheng! 】

【I'm almost glued to Mr. Feng, is she boneless! 】

[Kneeling and begging sister Chu to publish a book, I kneel and listen!How did she hook up with so many rich and handsome men! 】

[Because it's coquettish! 】

At the scene, Chewie's bag was finally photographed by Ms. Corner at a price of 320 million.

Chu Yi raised her eyebrows, there are so many rich people.

She sat there just waiting for the auction to end.

However, a few minutes later, the staff came to her with a sign and a signature sheet.

"President Chu, please sign here."

Chu Yi was puzzled, "I didn't take pictures."

"Just now your bag was photographed by VIP No. 28 and given to you, so this bag is still yours now."

Chu Yi looked around, and after buying 320 million, she returned to the bag in her hand, dazed.

"Who is VIP No. 28?" Chu Yi looked over again, but there was no one there.

It was as if that person had come all the way to wait for her item, and after the shooting, the task was over and he left.

There was a strange feeling in her heart, which made her unable to explain clearly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, the other party didn't leave a message."

Chewie signed and took the bag back.

Feng Cheng took a deep look at Chu Yi, his eyes full of amusement.

Chuy pushed the bag in front of him, "Send it to your girlfriend."

Feng Cheng, "..."