Shen Si Mi eagerly stretched out his hand, trying to catch the man in front of him.
She didn't believe that Luo Yanchen really had no feelings for her at all!
Because of their childhood friendship and the way Luo Yanchen looked at her, everyone, including her, thought they were a match made in heaven.
She stretched out her hand for the second time, but this time, Luo Yanchen took several steps back, and it was like a Milky Way stretched between them.
Shen Shenmi was stunned.
"Si Mi, I don't know where you got this illusion. I'm already married and have no plans to divorce."
"But don't you dislike Bai Qingluo? Isn't she just a temporary solution? Brother Yan, look at me, I am your favorite person!"
Shen Shenmi's voice became even louder, as if he had received a huge blow.
"She is my wife."
Shen Shenmi's chest rose and fell violently. Luo Yanchen saw that something was wrong with her condition, so he called the waiter and ordered: "Ask someone to take Miss Shen home."
The waiter was stunned for a moment and saw that Shen Shenmi's eyes were red and he was not in a good mood.
He nodded blankly, and then walked towards Shen Shenmi: "Miss Shen, this way - Ouch."
The waiter was pushed away and his posture was very embarrassing.
Shen Shenmi didn't care about her image, and caught up with Luo Yanchen wearing ten centimeter pointed high heels.
"Brother Yan, you can't do this to me!"
The waiter was horrified: What's going on? This is obviously a big drama that celebrity Shen loves, but today's dinner, Mr. Luo seems to have brought his wife!
He took a sip of saliva. If he hadn't signed a confidentiality agreement, he would have really wanted to complain to his friend who was addicted to meditation and beauty.
But the current situation——
He chased after him bravely, "Mr. Luo, Miss Shen, she——"
Before the waiter finished speaking, he was pushed away by Shen Shenmi again. He had no choice but to bend down to Luo Yanchen and leave.
Blocking people, Shen Ming opened his arms, like a poor guy who had no choice but to rely on his body to block the one he loved.
"Brother Yan, I know that what you just said was not sincere. How could you be willing to spend your whole life with Bai Qingluo?"
As she said that, she pointed to the stage, "Brother Yan, have you seen it? She has thrown all her shame up there. Bai Qingluo is not worthy of you!"
Luo Yanchen raised his head. The stage was not high. There were five people participating in the calligraphy auction at the same time as Bai Qingluo, four of whom were daughters of famous families.
With a flick of their wrist, a calligraphy treasure was created.
Naturally, there are beautiful and tall hostesses to help them unfold it.
Bidding started at the bottom, ranging from 100,000 to one million, and the last painting was sold for a high price of 1.3 million.
The buyer was the suitor of the daughter, and everyone else looked at him with envy.
The girl was like a proud swan. When she walked off the stage, she looked towards Bai Qingluo and said, "Miss Bai, oh no, I should call you Mrs. Luo, haven't you written it down yet?"
If you call her Miss Bai, she will bring shame on the Bai family.
Call her Mrs. Luo, and if she shows a different look, the entire Luo family will be humiliated.
The discussion below became louder and louder.
"Show it to all of us. Bamboo poles are also good, hahaha."
"Hurry up, there's still the next group. Can you afford to pay for wasting everyone's time?"
Amidst the clamor and commotion, the etiquette lady who had been waiting beside Bai Qingluo respectfully asked: "Mrs. Luo, do you need my help?"
Bai Qingluo shook her head slowly. Looking at the words, she always felt that there was something wrong with it.
She paused, turned her wrist, and dropped the pen tip.
On the lower left side of the picture, she inscribed her own words.
The female emcee was a Chinese major and came to work part-time at Jian. When she saw the poems written by Bai Qingluo, she could tell instantly.
This was what she did temporarily.
It’s too awesome.
Bai Qingluo gave her a look, and the female emcee quickly raised the silk and walked from left to right to ensure that all the guests could see clearly.
"What, who is Feng Wu?"
"Look, that's an acrostic poem. Let me take a look, 'Feng Wu left a pen'!"
"Let me go, she still dares to call herself Feng Wu?"
"You idiot, you didn't realize that she wrote that poem herself!"
"How is that possible? It must have been written randomly. Let me take a look. The phoenix is so small and the phoenix tree is leaning against it. It lingers in the dense place and the pen is sharpened by the official ceremony of the Han Dynasty! Damn it, damn it, it seems like the poem is pretty good!
"
"It must have been copied. I searched and found, omg, no, there is no such poem. She really wrote it! Bai Qingluo is possessed by a talented woman!"
After a while of commotion, everyone looked at Bai Qingluo in shock, her face was pale.
It seems as if everyone's discussion is just passing by.
"Damn it, what a waste of natural resources, poetry is nothing. Just look at the handwriting, I finally know what it means to have a group of crocodiles playing in the sea, or to dance like a crane in the sky, it's amazing!"
More and more people began to appreciate Bai Qingluo's calligraphy. Suddenly, "Luan Piao Feng Bo" and "Iron Painting Silver Hook" all appeared.
There are also scholars who are obsessed with calligraphy and say: "Its state, its shape, its depth and humidity, its tossing and turning, the thickness and thickness of the calligraphy are all like a cone painted with sand, and its grace is changeable."
The host struck while the iron was hot, "Start bidding! The one with the highest bid wins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes went straight. The nagging scholar yelled, "I'll pay you one million!"
The low price was raised fiercely, and the host looked excited: "One million once, one million taels -"
"One million and two hundred thousand!"
"One and a half million!"
Soon, the price continued to rise, reaching nearly three million, the highest price in the audience.
Pensive power with hands raised:!!
"How is that possible!" she murmured.
Luo Yanchen walked towards Bai Qingluo who was stepping down the steps and held out his hand. Bai Qingluo naturally stretched out her hand and stepped on the last step. Luo Yanchen suddenly put his arms around her waist and hugged her down.
The girls and boys who saw this scene all showed expressions of envy or yearning.
"Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo are a good match!"
"She loves him so much, and he loves her so much!"
"I'm really jealous. I just came to attend a charity dinner. What's going on with the dog food in my mouth?"
All the sounds gradually disappeared after Bai Qingluo and Luo Yanchen walked toward the crowd, but their eyes could not be hidden.
The scholar who bid for Bai Qingluo's calligraphy treasure was very happy. He came over immediately and looked at Bai Qingluo, unable to restrain his excitement.
"Miss Bai, I have a heartfelt request, I hope you can agree!"
Everyone present, except him, called her "Mrs. Love".
What they admired was not only Bai Qingluo, but also Luo Yanchen's addition.
But scholars are different.
"I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. I am an associate professor at the School of Public Basics of Yancheng University. I specialize in the art of calligraphy. I sincerely hope that you can agree to give a class to my students, even if it is only ten minutes."
Gao Jian is addicted to calligraphy and has won many awards in competitions. He is well-known in the calligraphy circle, but unfortunately, his calligraphy has not started since elementary school. When he looks at the words he is praised for, he always feels that there is something missing.
What.
When he saw Bai Qingluo's calligraphy works today, he suddenly realized.