Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Finally, the door opened next door, and Han Xiaoye's tense nerves were about to relax.

   I heard the man say something strange, "Is there anyone else in the toilet? Why did I just hear the sound."

   Han Xiaoye's ambition is about to fly out.

   "You don't care whether he is or not, hurry up, the charity auction is about to start." A voice a little further away.

   "Maybe I heard it wrong."

   He stepped with high heels and walked away gradually. When the toilet was quiet again, the expensive man let out a low breath and let go of her hand. After helping her organize her clothes, she opened the door, pulled it to the sink, and turned on the water pipe.

  The icy cold water rushed towards the palm of his hand that was reddened, and Han Xiaoye finally recovered his tense nerves. Mingmu took a serious look at the man beside him, and seemed to have made up his mind, "Little uncle."

"Yep?"

  Fu Zhiyan had a headache, he just lost control.

   Originally, it was a little distressing to see that she was clearly sad, and she was still stubbornly holding on. He promised to kiss her, but he didn't expect to kiss the fire that had been pressing for nearly two months.

   probably scared the daring hooligan.

   "That, um, that..." Han Xiaoye was really frightened, but she was not frightened by that or that. Although she really felt ashamed just now, it was shame and had nothing to do with being frightened. She glanced east and west, took a deep breath, and raised her head, "Why don't we get a secret code, something like 'The King of Heaven, the Tiger of the Pagoda Town, the River Demon of Pagoda Town'. Let me say a code so I can prepare myself mentally. What do you think?"

  Han Xiaoye felt that she was very witty, she thought about it, the Pagoda Town River Demon was too inappropriate. I changed the sentence again, "You say Tianlong covers the earth tiger, I say chicken stewed with mushrooms. This is better."

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's temples twitched, and a string called rationality almost broke.

  Tianlonggaijihu, chicken stewed with mushrooms?

  Oh, chick?

   Besides, do you need a password in advance for this kind of thing? Is she clocking in for work?

   "Little uncle, what do you think?" Han Xiaoye was really clocking in for work, because every time her wrists were exhausted. It's more tiring than assigning her to the construction site to lay bricks, but this kind of thing, she doesn't do it, and some people do it. If another woman did it, she wouldn't die of jealousy!

   He was bitten on the neck by another woman, and she wanted to bite him to death. If the cabbage she finally brought home is eaten by pigs from head to toe, she... can't bear it!

   She was afraid that thousands of mountains and birds would really fly away.

   "Han Xiaoye." Fu Zhiyan rubbed his temples, glanced at the person who was going to say something, and said coldly, "If you continue this topic, I don't guarantee that you will be able to stand out."

  …………

  The charity dinner consists of three parts, dinner, auction, and dinner dance.

   The second part is the most important and the center of the dinner.

   When Fu Zhiyan pulled her back, the auction had already started for a while. They are still in the same position, but all the food has been withdrawn. Put fruit and wine.

  Wang Shi and the others saw Fu Zhiyan coming back, and they wisely didn't ask him why he went to the bathroom for so long. He just pushed the fruit in front of Han Xiaoye and let her eat it with a smile. Then, one after another, Fu Zhiyan was brought into the topic they were talking about. Fu Zhiyan still looked noble and indifferent. The stern and alienated person was completely different from the person who was playing hooligan in the bathroom just now.

"The picture below is a picture of auspicious dolls embroidered by the lonely and widowed old people of Ruida Angel Fund. The picture is 1.6 meters long and 1.6 meters wide, which means smooth hair. The dolls on the top are embroidered lifelike, and they were specially sent to you. The eminent monk has opened the light there, and it is very worth collecting. The reserve price of this doll picture is 1,000 yuan, and the auction is now open. "

   "One hundred thousand."

   "Eighteen thousand."

   "Two hundred and fifty thousand."

   "Forty-seven thousand."

   Accumulated to one million in the blink of an eye, and a familiar voice came from a little behind, "2.66 million."

   That voice is...Han Junqing!

  Han Xiaoye froze, the strawberry in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.

  Han Junqing said again, "The Han family paid 2.66 million."

Before    came, Han Chengming gave him the task, so that he must shoot something at a high price today. Originally, he had chased the door, but remembering the unfinished task, he gritted his teeth and fell back.

   He has to complete the task perfectly, so that he has the capital to go back and stand in front of Baoer.

   "Three million." Lin Huiyin took a sip of red wine.

   The blue veins on Han Junqing's forehead jumped, and she didn't know why she was blocking the way. But three million is still far from the bottom line in his heart, "Three million eight hundred thousand."

  Lin Huiyin raised his eyebrows and changed the wine glass from his left hand to his right, "Seven million."

Seven million!

   almost doubled it!

  Han Junqing understands that no matter how stupid he is, he has no contact with Lin Huiyin, and Han Baoer does not seem to have contact with the circle in C City. The only one who could offend Lin Huiyin is...

   "Seven and eight million."

  Lin Huiyin sneered, shook the red wine glass, took a sip, and put the glass on the table, "It's boring to play like this, 18 million."

   The two of them raised the bar as if they were bidding, and the others didn't fight anymore, and they all looked at it. The surrounding spotlights also gathered, and the reporter kept clapping.

  Han Junqing was unable to ride a tiger and paused, "Twenty-six million."

   "Thirty million." Lin Huiyin seemed to be provocative, picked up the red wine glass, and toasted him a glass of wine from a distance. That gesture, as if celebrating the final victory.

  30 million is close to his bottom line, but he has to get things no matter what, "35 million."

   "Thirty-eight million."

   "Four, forty million."

   When the two were fighting, an indifferent voice interjected, "Eighty million."

  The surroundings were all silent.

   All eyes are on the man who has not taken action tonight, "Add 10 million to build a nursing home."

   adds up to 90 million!

  I don't know why, but Lin Huiyin, who was arrogant just now, sat down without saying a word. It seems that they do not intend to bid again.

   Of course she didn't dare to challenge.

  Because...she looked at her gloved little finger, her heart trembled.

  This man, she really can't afford it!

   Terrible!

   She didn't bid, and Han Junqing was the only one left.

  Han Junqing moved his lips, under the light of the spotlight, he really couldn't say 100 million. He was a little desperate and dejected, he didn't believe that Fu Zhiyan would not know why he wanted to photograph this thing. But he crushed all his retreats so easily. Is this the ruthless Master Fu of Ruishi in the legend?