Chapter 141: Failure and the Gift of Waiting (3)

Bu Ying was very indifferent. For this kind of game, she just regarded it as watching a show.

People kept coming over, bringing tea and water to Bu Ying, rubbing her shoulders and legs... Among all the male guests, Bu Ying was envied. Regardless of men or women, they all commented on Bu Ying, but they didn't dare to teach her to listen.

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Bu Ying closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes were clear and distinct, just like her clear and neat heart. Each eyelash seemed to have thoughts and speak, shining in different directions.

Although Long Yan was eager to try this farce, she felt from the bottom of her heart: good luck would not fall on her. Those good things would fall on people like her? She inadvertently looked at her employer...

Bu Ying's eyelashes make Longyan unable to take his eyes away... What beautiful eyelashes... Longyan knows: before going out every day, her master will outline her appearance. Her master is not only arbitrary, but also very strict about her appearance.

Be proud of it.

In comparison, Longan's dull face looked particularly sloppy and natural.

"Natural" is a bad word. Bu Ying often uses the word "natural" to describe longan. When longan hears it, he lowers his head silently.

There is no way, the slave has no spare time to take care of himself.

Long Yan was used to being submissive, and he was very comfortable with Bu Ying's sarcasm.

Rob!

Must grab it!

Longyan was fully prepared, and she felt that she would definitely win the Xiaoya Prize!

The tea in the cup no longer tastes good.

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"Next! We are about to officially start!" The man's voice was deliberately prolonged, trying to show off, "Everyone, hold the red ropes in your hands steady, and be sure not to interrupt.

I accidentally moved it in advance, but it was invalidated."

The atmosphere was still vaguely tense.

This place set up by Evian Hall is really a mixed bag. In addition to the little shrimps and big bugs that appear out of nowhere, they also include Tao Sheng, a person who is not in this situation.

This world has many requirements for women, but Longyan is not considered a woman, she is just a slave. Just a slave.

"Hey, come on, come on." The square-faced man with stubble obviously didn't dare to let his voice be heard by Fang Xianning who was nearby, so he deliberately stayed away and said.

"Everyone, everyone!" An energetic young man came up. He looked very energetic. It was obvious that he wanted everyone's attention to fall on him.

Long Yan held the red rope in her hand as if holding a live wire. She didn't dare to relax or be nervous, so she could only hold the red rope as normally as possible. She was afraid that her breathing would be affected.

The final result.

At this time, Tao Sheng's heart was as hot as fire. He seemed out of place sitting in this situation.

This prize is huge, so you should grab it, right?

"Then...how can I know? Aren't they all rare objects? What's so rare? Either rich or noble! Tell me, am I right?"

Long Yan was stunned by this man's voice.

Although Tao Sheng is a descendant of the Tao family, he is still a young man. At this time, his face cannot show restraint, nor can he lose the Tao family's face. There are already tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.

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The people around also heard the gongs and drums, and they all immediately stopped and looked towards the center of the stage.

He didn't know what was wrong.

However, the attendants holding the red rope held their breath.

The first award is - Xiaoya Award.

Originally, he just wanted to have fun, but who would have thought that he would be pushed to the forefront and join this muddy water...

The most important thing is - this pool of muddy water is churning, and we don’t know how many undercurrents it will cause...

"Isn't it expensive? Or..."

"expensive?"

"What's so special about the Silver Thread Award?" An unimportant person standing behind Fang Xianning asked another person quietly. The voice was so small that Fang Xianning could not hear it.

"What do you think it is?"

The two people squeezed into the crowd in the back row before saying:

Long Yan didn't know what the Xiaoya Prize was, and she didn't see clearly how many prizes there were. She only knew: the less valuable the thing, the greater the number!

Among the people sitting under the stage, all the gentlemen and ladies, those who should be arrogant are still arrogant, those who should be lazy are still lazy, they are not at all concerned about such things, and a few seats are still vacant. Maybe, there are

Several people left early, or they did not participate in this meaningless banter from the beginning.

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of crying from behind.

Everyone looked sideways. For a moment, the people on the stage and behind the seats all looked behind... The eyes of a group of people were concentrated in a dark depression of the crowd.

This cry came from a man who was well-dressed. This man seemed to be drunk, and for some reason, he suddenly cried. His voice was full of alcohol and was very loud, and the whole Evian Hall was filled with laughter.

Everybody can hear it.

The people on the stage also stopped talking.

Next to this man, there was a bearded man accompanying him. This man was also drunk and unconscious. The two people hugged each other. The man accompanying him was smiling.

Chapter 141: Failure and the Gift of Waiting (3)
Chapter completed!