The black Bentley parked at the entrance of the magnificent hall. The parking staff at the door had a lot of eyesight and walked down the steps. The white gloved hand pulled open the rear door and blocked the roof of the car.

The first person to get off the bus was Song Yu, who was wearing suits and ties, shiny leather shoes, meticulous tie, and a corner of the pocket towel was exposed. The fine silk texture was soft.

He hung a black coat in his arms. After buttoning the buttons on the suit's lapel, he stretched out a hand into the car. The imagined scene of greeting the beauty did not appear. Meng Jianwan pushed open the car door on the other side and got off by himself. He was wearing a red dress like fire, and he could catch people's gaze in an instant.

Song Yu stroked his finger awkwardly and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

The parking staff next to him wanted to laugh, but his super high professionalism made his facial expression unmoved, and he closed the car door calmly and calmly.

A cold wind blew, and Meng Jianwan couldn't help but shivered. The next second, Song Yu took off the black coat on his arms and spread it on her shoulders. The hem of the clothes could wrap his calves around him and resist the baptism of the cold wind.

Song Yu bent his elbow slightly and signaled Meng Jianwan to hold his arm.

She glanced at her and walked in with her coat tied up. Before she came in, she thought this was a place to eat, but there was no smell of food around her except for the dazzling brilliance.

Song Yu lowered his hand and stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with Meng Jianwan.

"What did you bring me here for?" Meng Jianwan turned his head, looking puzzled. This place was more like an exhibition hall, empty and cold.

Song Yu smiled faintly and said that a jewelry auction was about to be held on the largest hall on the second floor. He brought her over and of course chose a piece of jewelry for her.

His birthday gift hasn't been delivered yet, and the 200 chickens in the morning are at most appetizers.

"You will know later." Song Yu put his arm behind Meng Jianwan, and walked to the auction site with vain, "I'll invite you to a big meal later."

Meng Jianwan felt the heating in less than two steps. She wanted to take off Song Yu's coat. At this time, the two waiters guarding outside the door helped them open the two metal doors.

There is a unique sky behind the door. The round arched dome is inlaid with hundreds of small light bulbs, like shining diamonds. After opening them together, they only feel the brilliance and dazzling.

The entire auction venue is divided into an infield and an outfield. The infield is composed of round tables, each table is filled with clean water to supply pink and white bouquets, while the outfield is a stepped seat with relatively compact seats and people have been seated one after another.

You can judge the status of the visitor by just the seat.

Meng Jianwan looked at the high platform in front, where there was a glass-textured lot display cabinet and an auctioneer's platform. There was no one at the moment, and the auction hammer was placed on it, so she knew what occasion was.

"I said it was an auction, so I won't come." Meng Jianwan was not interested in jewelry.

Song Yu turned his head and whispered in her ear: "I knew you didn't want to come, so I won't tell you in advance." Seeing that her face changed, he added, "I won't stay for too long, and we will leave when I take pictures of what I like."

Meng Jianwan endured his temper: "It's better to be like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came into his back, with a bright smile: "Xiao Ba, brother and sister, what a coincidence, you are here too!"

Meng Jianwan turned around and saw Zhao Yichen wearing a royal blue suit. Due to the special texture, the surface was shining with bright light, like a walking peacock, as if he could open his tail at any time. He had a white and tender hand in his arms. The owner of the hand was a jasper-shaped woman from a small family, with long black straight hair shawls, and a silver-white strapless fish tail skirt. She was weak and slender, and nodded and greeted Meng Jianwan politely.

Meng Jianwan was a little blind, so he looked at him carefully and asked Zhao Yichen: "Is this the last time that?"

The woman's face changed and she looked a little embarrassed.

She has been with Mr. Zhao for less than a week. The "last time that Meng Jianwan said is definitely not her, and she has heard of Mr. Zhao's nickname.

Zhao Yichen clenched his fist and coughed twice on his lips, hinting at Song Yu with his eyes: Can you control your family? That's not what he said.

Song Yu also communicated with him with his eyes: Is what she said not true?

Zhao Yichen winked desperately. Song Yu neither refuted Meng Jianwan nor helped Zhao Yichen explain, so he naturally transitioned to the next topic: "Why are you here?"

Several people sat down at the round table in the inner court. Meng Jianwan took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. He heard Zhao Yichen say, "I'm not going to see the Empress Dowager at home's birthday next month. Come and pick a set of jewelry for her."

The woman next to her pouted her red lips at the right time, meaning that I will accompany you as the air.

How could Zhao Yichen, a prodigal son in love, not understand what she meant? He coaxed her warmly: "I'll fall in love with something and I'll take a picture of it for you."

The woman snuggled in his arms and said in a sweet voice: "Okay, thank you Achen."

Song Yu withdrew his gaze, followed suit, and whispered to the people around him: "Wanwan, I have something I like and tell my husband, I'll buy it for you."

Meng Jianwan leaned against the back of the chair, took out his phone, and the game on the screen was loading, and he didn't even look at him: "I'm not interested."

Song Yu: "..."

The woman beside Zhao Yichen looked over and saw Meng Jianwan looking down at his phone, looking calm and indifferent to what he had about the items.

She slapped her lips in slightest, and took her back before she even came out of her contempt. She was the Queen of the Palace, so of course she could not care about anything. She could not compare with others. She didn't know how long she could stay by Zhao Yichen, and she was thinking about getting a little bit.

She felt like a mirror in her heart, and Zhao Yichen could not marry her.

Before Meng Jianwan finished the game, the auction began, and the seats in the audience were filled without realizing it. Jewelry has always been the favorite of the upper-class wives and daughters. Such an occasion can mobilize all their adrenaline.

The first item was a set of ruby ​​necklaces. After several rounds of bidding, it finally cost Mrs. Zheng's house for a transaction price of 6.8 million yuan. The face of the gentleman next to her was not very good-looking.

The waiter in uniform and bow tie shuttled between the round tables in the inner court. The auction was long and boring, and the organizer prepared champagne for the guests.

A small bubble rose from the goblet in front of Meng Jianwan. She looked away from her phone, picked it up and took a sip. It tasted pretty good. She raised her eyebrows and finished the whole cup.

Song Yu noticed her little movement and gestured to the waiter. The waiter hurriedly walked to Song Yu with a bottle of champagne, bent down and leaned forward, and made a listening posture.

Song Yu whispered, and the waiter paused for a moment, left the bottle of champagne on the table as required, turned around and opened a bottle again.

Meng Jianwan raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Seeing that you like to drink, let him put it here, so as not to let people pour it over and over, it's troublesome." Song Yu said, picking up the champagne and pouring her a glass of champagne.

This drunkard in his family will not let go of any smell of alcohol.

Meng Jianwan was not polite. He controlled the game on his phone with one hand, held the goblet with the other hand, and drank it boldly again.

Song Yu put his hand on the back of the chair behind her, turned his head to her ear, and whispered: "Don't drink too much, I'll prepare a bottle of high-quality red wine for you, and then open it when you eat."

Meng Jianwan put down his wine glass: "Don't say it earlier."

She hadn't drunk enough to drink well recently, so she became addicted to alcohol by a glass of champagne. After hearing what he said, she suddenly lost interest in champagne and was about to keep her stomach to drink the better red wine in his mouth.

Song Yu smiled, put his hand on the back of the chair and pinched her face: "Stop playing games, talk to me."

Meng Jianwan tickled, what kind of virtue is he? So many people around him are watching, how could he pinch her face so openly!

"Take your paws away."

"..." Song Yu moved his hand back a little.

Meng Jianwan glanced at me and was not satisfied: "Don't put your arm on the back of my chair." Who knows if he would launch a sneak attack while he was not paying attention.

Song Yu took his hand back and blinked her to signal her, are you satisfied now?

Meng Jianwan: "Warning you, don't touch your hands anymore."

Song Yu: "Okay, okay, I won't move."

People in the back row and outside are indeed looking at the two of them as if nothing had happened. I don’t know how many versions of the story about them have been passed on, but in reality, they rarely see them attending together on important occasions. This is the first time today, and no one is curious about the people at the center of the topic.

Naturally no one knew what the two said, but seeing the scene of their heads communicating from head to head, they consciously imagined a drama of deep love between husband and wife.

Only Song Yu, the person involved, knew that it was not so true. Meng Jianwan was so fierce to him just now.

Zhao Yichen, who was only half a meter away from the two of them, could see the table. He laughed so hard that his stomach was about to hurt. He sighed inwardly that Song Yu could tolerate Meng Jianwan's temper.

The whole devil pepper, after one bite, not only chokes the throat, but also burns the sky spirit cover.

The little girlfriend next to Zhao Yichen whispered and couldn't help but mutter: "That Mrs. Song is too fierce, so she won't leave any face for Young Master Song."

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Yichen pinched her jaw and lowered her voice to remind him, "It angered Meng Jianwan, I can't protect you."

The little girlfriend shrank her neck like frightened and said weakly: "I understand."

Zhao Yichen glanced at Song Yu, and emphasized in a more intense tone: "It's not that you 'get it', but that you must 'remember'. I'd rather chast Song Yu, and not chast Meng Jianwan."

The little girlfriend answered seriously: "Remember."

Song Yu was quiet for a few minutes and a gentle voice came from him.

"Do you want this bracelet?"

Meng Jianwan put his phone on the table and finally looked up at the high platform in front. There was a 75-degree tilted black velvet box in the glass display cabinet, and a sapphire bracelet lies on it. In order for people in the back row to clearly see the bracelet, three LED screens display the details of the bracelet in all directions.

"No." Meng Jianwan lowered his head.

The girlfriend next to Zhao Yichen's side had her eyes lit up, wanting to give Zhao Yichen a hint, but he just happened to look down at the news of her phone. She could only secretly suppress her inner excitement and comfort herself that there would be more beautiful jewelry behind her.

This item was not auctioned for long, and finally got the prize at Yu Lezhi's bid of 9 million yuan.

The next piece of jewelry is very big. It was a work made by the famous French jewelry designer Stephen after six years. He designed and created by himself. Every diamond on it was cut and inlaid with him, and there was no fake hand of others.

This gimmick is just enough to attract a group of jewelry enthusiasts.

When the host on the stage introduced this item, the daughters and ladies below began to get ready. If you miss this time, I don’t know when the master’s next work will be waiting, and it may be even if the sea has passed away!

Just now, I could call my sisters and talk and laugh together. When I grab jewelry, I don’t recognize my relatives and look at each other and hide my knife in my eyes. The same principle is to grab the offline event tickets of a star-chasing girl from an idol.

Song Yu sat upright and cheered up. Seeing the host wearing gloves uncovering the mystery of the jewelry, the ladies at the scene held their breath together.

However, what is unexpected is that Stifin’s work this time is neither a necklace nor a bracelet, nor even a ring, but a hairpin.

The appearance looks like a crocodile, with extremely high purity pink diamonds all over the body, which is extremely dazzling under the bright white light.

Crocodile is a cold-blooded and ferocious animal, but under the decoration of pink diamonds, it has a strangely added silly appearance, which makes it more unique and unique beauty that should have been inconsistently matched.

After a brief surprise, the ladies were attracted by the exquisite design and shiny pink diamonds, and they were ready to take the initiative, which was bound to take this "pink little crocodile".

Song Yu put his hand on the table and tapped him twice, raising his eyebrows.

Nothing else, just because this hairpin matches Meng Jianwan's temperament best. She herself is a pink crocodile, cruel and cute.

He remembers that she likes pink things very much.
To be continued...