Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

The auction began. Song Zhuochen sat in the middle of a row. The view here was excellent. Everyone present looked over here intentionally or unintentionally. Now was the best time to verify why Song Zhuochen was there.

They even made a bet on this. Some guessed that he came here to make connections, and some guessed that he came for the auction items. However, since Si Mo showed up, some people seemed to have lost.

Most of the items were sold at auction, all worth millions. Those who couldn't afford them didn't dare to even dream of buying them, while those who could afford them looked down upon them. However, the man who was the focus of everyone's attention hadn't made any move from the beginning to now.

The last item came up for auction and successfully attracted the attention of everyone present.

It was a necklace, with an exquisite design. Each ring was inlaid with a few small diamonds, and it showed different colors at every angle under the light.

"Starting price: 10 million."

The crowd below the stage sighed. Si Mo saw that some people who were originally eager to try looked extremely disappointed after hearing this voice, and they leaned back again.

He yawned in boredom and was about to tell Song Zhuochen that he wanted to leave first, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the familiar little O on the other side, shaking the arm of the person next to him and saying something with a coquettish look on his face.

Si Mingyan looked as if he was weighing the options. He finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and was the first to bid: "Fifteen million."

Some people looked over curiously, which made Si Mingyan feel proud and his attitude instantly became superior.

"Twenty million!"

Someone offered a higher price, and the banquet was just a formality, acting as a medium to make friends with the big guys. No one would spend a high price to buy something here unless he really liked it.

Or maybe there is another type of person, that is, those who are just pretending to be rich. Si Moran saw this and instantly he was no longer sleepy. Isn't this talking about Si Mingyan?

As expected, Si Mingyan frowned after hearing someone raise the price.

He took a deep breath and clenched his fist at his side: "Twenty-five million!"

"thirty million!"

"Forty million!"

……

In the end, the price was raised to 250 million. Si Mingyan was sweating profusely, and his lower lip was so pale that he almost bit it. He originally wanted to stop there, after all, a lover was not enough for him to sacrifice to such an extent.

This matter is a small matter, but making him lose face is a big deal. Now everyone present has basically seen what happened just now. Si Mingyan is sure that some of them must be business tycoons. Maybe he has attracted their attention now. If he stands up today, maybe he can get cooperation in the future.

And he thought about it, the current situation of the Si family, the eldest brother is in a coma and the second brother is dead, then he is the only one left to inherit the family property? As long as the old man dies...

Thinking of this, he suppressed the viciousness in his eyes and shouted, "Three hundred million!"

The dealer's eyes lit up, and he waited for the people present to stop bidding and knocked down the auction line: "Three hundred million per time!"

"Three hundred million times!"

Si Mo couldn't help laughing. This silly Boyi was really...

"Five hundred million, twenty million."

A low voice came from the side, interrupting the voice in Si Mo's heart. He turned his head sharply to look at Song Zhuochen who had a calm face, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"Okay, Mr. Song, bid 520 million each time!"

Song Zhuochen's actions successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone looked shocked.

"You fucking bastard..." Si Mo felt a pang of pain in his flesh. What did five hundred million mean? He just spent five yuan to buy a bun downstairs.

The words came to his lips but he swallowed them back by pinching his palm. He stared at Song Zhuochen fiercely, as if he wanted to see a hole in him: "...What are you doing?"

Song Zhuo remained calm and composed as he held the hand that had just hit him. Si Mo used some force but it still hurt a little.

"It's all red," Song Zhuochen seemed to be unable to sense Si Mo's anger and kissed his red palm: "If you like it, we'll buy it."

"Like shit!"

Si Mo was not greedy or fond of money, and he always treated this thing as a possession, as long as he had it when he needed it. But now he seemed to have a strong feeling that instead of exchanging a mountain of gold bills for a stone that was just for show, it would be better for him to be drowned in 500 million bills...

He felt it was not worth it for Song Zhuochen. How long would it take to earn five hundred million?

[Don't worry, boss. Your husband makes money very quickly. He has made more than 500 million from just two projects. He may just want to make you happy.]

Si Mo: ...

"Five hundred and twenty million, three times!"

In the end, this sky-high priced necklace still belonged to Song Zhuochen. Firstly, others could not afford a higher price, and secondly, how could they dare to snatch something that Song Zhuochen wanted?

"Congratulations to Mr. Song for winning this collection."

The staff handed the list to Song Zhuochen, who signed it neatly on the back. A special person would escort the necklace to his home later, and a gift was a transparent crystal the size of an egg, which was now stuffed into Si Mo's hand.

Forget it, just buy it. It’s not his money anyway.

Si Mo comforted himself in his heart and quickly adapted to such a luxurious night.

"Excuse me, Mr. Song, do you have anything to say about tonight's auction items?" Someone was unwilling to give up this opportunity and boldly put the microphone in front of Song Zhuochen, hinting: "For example, what is the purpose of buying this collection?"

Song Zhuo glanced at Si Mo beside him and said without any emotion: "Throw it to your wife for fun."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked. If anyone had guessed Si Mo's identity before, they would have probably thought he was a pet who slept with Song Zhuochen. But now Song Zhuochen himself refuted the rumor, and he called this little O "wife".

At this moment, the crystal was thrown high up and then landed steadily in the palm of the boy's hand. Si Mo: "..."

Towards the end, Si Mo, who gradually couldn't stand so many gazes, pulled Song Zhuochen and left first. When they got in the car and closed the door, Si Mo's ears turned red without him noticing.

The omega around Si Mingyan knew Song Zhuochen but didn't know how powerful he was. He was just upset with Si Mingyan because his auction item was snatched away by someone else, but this time Si Mingyan didn't have the time to coax him.

He clenched his fists, staring at the young man who left the door in a casual manner, and dug his nails into his palms with resentment: "Si Mo, you wait!"

……

That night, the sound of dripping rain broke through the window sill of the villa along with the cool breeze. Si Mo deliberately left the window open, and the lower corners of the black curtains were blown up and down. The air was mixed with the smell of earth and afterglow of joy.

Si Mo lay limply on Song Zhuochen, his naked skin covered with red marks, without any covering on his body. The necklace was too heavy and inconvenient so he did not wear it around his neck. Instead, Song Zhuochen wrapped it around the little fox's ankle several times, so that with every movement, the collision of the diamonds would make a crisp and pleasant sound.

At two o'clock in the morning, lovers fall asleep in each other's arms.