An Zhisu was stunned for a while. She felt that her ears were full of sounds, but she didn't seem to hear clearly what others said. She felt as if she was in a dream.
"Zhisu, come on stage." Song Jiaren directly pulled An Zhisu up from her seat: "Go and get our crown back."
An Zhisu was pushed by Song Jiaren before walking toward the auction table like a puppet on strings.
She was sitting at the back and had to walk through the entire auction house to get to the front. Everyone was looking at her. She was like a queen who caught everyone's attention, a real queen.
"This Miss An seems to be more beautiful." Where she passed, someone whispered to her companions.
"Yes, she is just wearing an ordinary dress and a little makeup, and she is so beautiful. If she dresses like An Tingnuan, she can beat An Tingnuan by several blocks." The companion nodded in agreement.
"The key is that she has such a natural temperament. She doesn't hold her head high or raise her chest deliberately, but it makes people feel like she is a princess." Others also whispered.
"You see her on stage, she and An Tingnuan stand together. Hey, in such a comparison, An Tingnuan is really far behind."
"Of course there is a big difference between a genuine brand and a fake one. Didn't you hear what the lady just said? She seemed to be mocking An Tingnuan for being a fake."
"Wow, it feels like a big show. Could it be that they are sisters? But they don't look alike."
"Perhaps she is a real or fake daughter. Don't TV dramas often show the kind of bloody dramas in which the daughter of a wealthy family is miscarried?"
"Don't tell me, An Tingnuan really looks like a fake daughter. She is supported by her gorgeous dress and makeup. I really don't know how the Xiao family fell in love with her."
The women began to talk in a flurry. The more people talking, the louder the voice would naturally become. Even if An Tingnuan was too far away to hear clearly, Zhao Linlin could hear it clearly. She clenched her fists and stood for
An Tingnuan was indignant.
Zhao Linlin really couldn't figure out what went wrong, and why the hole they dug for An Zhisu not only failed to bury An Zhisu, but also buried herself?
Zhao Linlin subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the second floor. Yes, it was Mr. No. 1. If he hadn't jumped out inexplicably, how could they have been buried in the hole they dug.
It's really disgusting, you're crazy. You have money and no place to spend it. Spend 5.2 million to buy a crown. Is your family engaged in coal mining or mining? You must be a second-generation nouveau riche with no knowledge or skills. You are really crazy.
Zhao Linlin scolded Mr. No. 1 in her heart, but she still couldn't let go of the anger in her heart. She was slapped in the face by An Zhisu all night, and she was almost mad to death.
But she didn't know how much perseverance An Tingnuan, who was standing in front of the booth with the gift box in her hand, relied on not to throw the box away, but to still stand calmly on the stage and bear the audience.
Human ridicule.
An Tingnuan kept taking deep breaths in her heart, and her nails were almost embedded in the wooden gift box. She had to calm down, not be irritated, lose her temper like a mountain girl, throw the box and leave. In that way, she
It will only provide more jokes for others to laugh at her, and she must endure it.
"Um, Miss An, I'm sorry, this gift box..." Manager Li was also very embarrassed and hesitantly spoke.
An Tingnuan took another deep breath to suppress the tightness in her chest, put on a professional fake smile on her face, and handed the gift box in her hand to An Zhisu.
The smile on An Zhisu's face was much brighter, a smile from the heart, like a blooming rose, noble and generous. She took the gift box from An Tingnuan's hand, and took a step back very preciously, as if
I am very afraid of being snatched away by An Tingnuan again.
When Manager Li saw that the property had returned to its original owner, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly smoothed things over: "Haha, I didn't expect that there were two beautiful Ms. An hiding there. There was a small episode. I hope it didn't affect everyone's mood for the auction."
Everyone shook their heads to express their understanding. After watching such a good show, it was too late for everyone to enjoy themselves. How could they feel that it affected their mood?
Manager Li thanked her profusely and politely asked the two Miss Ans to leave the stage. When An Zhisu came off the stage, he glanced towards the second floor. From this angle, he could see more clearly than from his seat, even though there was a curtain.
It blocks the line of sight, but the curtain is not airtight. Behind the translucent curtain, two figures can be vaguely seen, sitting and standing, and they feel inexplicably familiar.
feeling.
Until she returned to her seat and sat down, she was still recalling the two figures, especially the sitting figure. The outline was too familiar, but for a while, she seemed not quite able to place it right.
"Zhisu, open it quickly and see if there is any damage to the crown." Song Jiaren's mood changed from gloomy to clear. The sky would be clear now. She excitedly opened the gift box for An Zhisu and took out the crown from inside.
Only then did An Zhisu come back to his senses. He no longer thought about the figure and focused on the crown.
The treasure that had been lost for many years was recovered. An Zhisu was happier than winning the Mark Six Lottery. The crown was placed in her hand, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and tears filled her eyes, which were hazy.
Mom, look, it is still exactly the same as when you gave it to me. Your spirit in heaven must have blessed me to find it. Mom, thank you for giving it to me again. "Zhisu, you said that Mr. No. 1 would
Who is it? The number 520 is of great significance. It is the rhythm of expressing love to you in public. If your Mr. Ye knew about it, would he challenge Mr. No. 1 to a duel? Oh, just think about that scene.
Very exciting, two men competing for one woman, baby,
You finally have the basic standard for a heroine." Song Jiaren was in a good mood and began to think about it again. The scene of the duel between Ye Lancheng and Mr. No. 1 was already sketched in her mind.
An Zhisu:......
The corner of An Zhisu's mouth twitched: "What other ridiculous TV series have you watched recently? Do you think I am filming a TV series? There are two men competing for one woman. You are so smart that you can't be a lawyer."
"Hey, how do you know that my second dream is to be a writer? Let me tell you, if I were a writer, I would definitely write about An Tingnuan to death, and a particularly tragic death. This kind of woman doesn't write
Do you want to keep it for the New Year?" Song Jiaren happily discussed her second dream with An Zhisu.
An Zhisu rolled his eyes at her: "I'm not trying to hit you. If you write a book, you will definitely be a loser. You should just be your lawyer."
"Tch, look down on me, just wait, I will definitely become the best writer in the legal profession." Song Jiaren boasted unconvinced.
An Zhisu nodded cooperatively: "Okay, okay, if you publish a book one day, I will definitely buy a hundred copies and put them at home."
"Oh, my baby is the best." Song Jiaren was happy.
"Yeah, let's use it as toilet paper at home." An Zhisu nodded and coolly added the second half of what he just left unfinished.
Song Jiaren:... Damn it, I must have a fake bestie.