The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"I'm leaving first." Lu Zhiyu glanced at Pan Shu, nodded politely to He Jiali, and left the banquet to attend the next event.

He is very busy.

Pan Shu glanced at He Jiali.

Hmm, I don't look very good.

No one will feel good about this.

What the hell, the dress I designed for the girl I like was reminded by other men to be careful about revealing it?

He Jiali silently took off his suit jacket and asked Pan Shu to wear it. He buttoned it one button after another. He said in a not too good tone, "Okay."

"Oh."

The bidding started, and Pan Shu was taken into the box by He Jiali.

Throw away the waiter.

He Jiali turned around and pushed her against the wall, and began to take off her coat, "I am an unqualified designer."

He said.

"But I am a qualified erotica."

"There is... there is surveillance..." Pan Shu "rejected" him, but every move was to fan the flames and welcome him even if he wanted to refuse.

"...No." He Jiali repeated softly, "No, sister, this hotel belongs to me."

He kissed the girl's beautiful collarbone.

"Give me a title, sister, whatever."

Pan Shu turned her head away slightly and said, "Can't you be a good friend?"

Pan Shu didn't understand why these men were always so greedy.

Obviously they just want to be happy with each other, but they are clinging to an illusory status.

She doesn't like giving names to men.

She didn't want to be tied to any man.

"Do not."

He Jiali's expression was slightly calm, but his hands kept moving, teasing and playing with her, bringing her to the height of lust.

He went too far.

Pan Shu gasped lightly and pushed his hand away.

However, He Jiali wanted to show her how sticky her two fingertips were. He whispered in her ear, "Sister, it's so... so big that I can't even fit it in."

Pan Shu really blushed.

She pushed him away, forced herself to sit down and sip tea.

It is white tea.

She doesn't like it much.

But she had three drinks.

He Jiali sat down slowly and put one hand on his chin, "Sister, are you replenishing water?"

"He Jiali." Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "Enough is enough."

"But my sister obviously likes it very much."

Pan Shu did not deny it.

But she also stopped talking.

He Jiali pursed his lips and gently put the suit on her shoulders, "It will be cold."

At this time, the auction item was a bamboo-node bead-patterned hosta.

Pan Shu felt familiar and looked at the classics, only to realize that this was the hosta made by Shen Que himself after her death.

——"Sister, I will personally make the most beautiful hairpin in the world for my sister. No one else has it, only my sister has it."

This is what Shen Que told her when she was young.

Pan Shu remembers it clearly.

At that time they could not even afford food and clothing.

Chu Yun did not appear either.

It’s a day of being bullied.

Shen Que held her hand tightly.

Pan Shu picked up the small black quotation device and pressed the price casually.

"5000 million! The distinguished guest in Box 5000 bids [-] million!" The auctioneer suppressed his excitement, "Does anyone else want to increase the bid?"

"6000 million." someone added.

This buyer is a scholar who has always been obsessed with studying the confusing history of Daji.

"Like it?" He Jiali glanced at her inquiringly.

Pan Shu's tone was slightly solemn, "I must."

"Okay." He Jiali nodded.

He took the ticker and pressed it a few times.

"Seven billion!"

"Wow—"

As soon as the price came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The scholar was sweating coldly. No matter how rich he was, he couldn't bear to squander it like this. Even if he was unwilling, he could only give up.

The auctioneer was silent for a long time, and his voice was trembling. "The seven bamboo-node bead-patterned hostas were sold for seven hundred million."

The next few waiters carefully held a square box, put it down tremblingly, and hurried away.

Be nice!

If a bit of paint accidentally falls off, they won't be able to afford it even if they lose all their money in eight lifetimes!

Pan Shu deftly drew out the hosta with her fingertips.

She smiled slightly and said, "I will transfer the money to you later."

With [-] million, she really doesn't have that much liquidity and needs to move her assets around.

He Jiali paused and said, "No, as long as you like it."

Even if it's his auction.

But after deducting commissions, the rest of the [-] million will be donated to charity.

Pan Shu couldn't let him suffer a loss of [-] million for nothing.

After all, seven hundred million is not a small amount of money.

He Jiali really thought it was nothing.

Even if Pan Shu wanted all his wealth, he would just give it to her without blinking an eye.

Maybe it would be logical to live with her.

He Jiali couldn't wait to do it.

Pan Shu stopped talking and just looked at the hosta quietly, as all the past events seemed to emerge before her eyes.

In front of each bidder is a booklet detailing the auction items, as well as information about the owner of the auction items.

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and accidentally saw a line of small words.

"Shen Que, who single-handedly created the prosperous age of Da Ji, died in the winter of the seventh year of Da Ji's New Calendar at the age of 23. This ended his era of a generation of emperors."

Pan Shu's eyes suddenly turned red.

She blinked.

Trying to disperse the dense fog in front of my eyes.

"Clap."

Tears wet the small letters.

When Shen Que died, what would he be thinking about? In that cold and damp wooden house, would he resent her for abandoning him early and not wanting him?

He won't resent her.

Never.

He would just quietly look at the tombstone not far away, lying next to it, with the heavy rain washing away the mud, his tears buried by the rain, and falling asleep quietly.

He knew that Sister A would not come back again.

"Why did he die?" Pan Shu pursed her lips lightly.

The system was silent for a moment, "Host."

"It's okay, it's been a long time, I just want to know." She bent her lower lip, but reluctantly.

The system sighed helplessly: "He committed suicide by taking poison, host."

"boom."

I accidentally knocked over the porcelain tea cup at hand, and the harsh sound was shattering and dizzy.

He Jiali pulled her to his side worriedly, fearing that she would be cut by sharp fragments, "What's wrong, sister?"

There was nothing strange about her expression.

If you ignore her red eyes.

The system looked at her quietly and silently, as if it were two distant and untouchable worlds apart.

He finally knew.

She was actually very reluctant to let go of Shen Que.

Nothing to do with love.

She fears loss more than anyone else.

So be risk-averse from the start.

The system felt that it had vaguely spied on her.

"I'm tired, I want to go back." Pan Shu silently clenched the hosta in her hand, "He Jiali..."

He Jiali hugged Pan Shu tightly, "I'm here, sister, I'm here."

"I am so sad."

She showed her vulnerability to him for the first time.

He Jiali couldn't feel the slightest joy.

Who is she feeling sorry for?

What does this hairpin have to do with her?

Countless confusing thoughts almost buried him until he couldn't breathe.

He gently put on Pan Shu's suit jacket and comforted her softly, "Sister, can I hold you and walk?"

"Back."

"it is good."