At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Jiaren parked her eye-catching red sports car into the parking space with a beautiful swerve, causing An Zhisu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, to exclaim. She felt that Song Jiaren must be a lawyer.
One of the best in the world for driving.
Song Jiaren showed a well-deserved expression, took her handbag, opened the door and got out of the car.
Tonight's charity auction was held in an auction house. Both of them were wearing newly bought dresses for shopping in the afternoon. They were not very formal, but very beautiful. It was An Zhisu's vision. Anyone who saw the two of them would be stunned.
Make more stops.
Song Jiaren took out her invitation letter at the door. After the bazaar staff checked it, they gave them a number plate and then politely invited them to enter the venue.
"What is our number?" After entering the venue, Song Jiaren tilted her head and glanced at the number plate in An Zhisu's hand.
"No. 88." An Zhisu's eyes were also looking for seat No. 88 in the venue.
Song Jiaren said with sharp eyes: "I found it. This number is really auspicious. It seems that we will definitely return home in triumph tonight."
As he spoke, he pulled An Zhisu towards seat No. 88. The auction house was not very big, and could accommodate almost a hundred people. The layout was also an ordinary auction venue layout, with the whole being in the shape of a fan.
There is a staircase in the middle, and there are seats on both sides of the staircase. Seat No. 88 is at the back of the fan on the left. In addition to the nice numbers,
Not a location with a good view.
However, the entire venue is not big, and the farther back the seats are, the higher the altitude, so when neither of them is short-sighted, even if they are located at the back, it does not affect their view of the auction table. The two found their own
After sitting down, An Zhisu looked at the auction house carefully and found that in addition to the seats on the first floor, there was also a half circle of independent seats on the second floor, which were similar to semi-private boxes and should be VIP seats. She looked at a few
I found that I couldn't see because of the position.
Check out those people sitting in the VIP seats.
The auction officially started at 7:30. It is now 7:10, and it will start in twenty minutes. The invited guests entered the venue one after another, slowly filling the empty seats in the venue.
Song Jiaren is a lawyer and has a wide network of contacts. She is familiar with most of the people attending the charity bazaar tonight. She will occasionally introduce to An Zhisu who is who, who is who, who is who, who is who, etc.
"You are like a walking face recognition machine." An Zhisu joked to her in a low voice. Song Jiaren hummed, suddenly thought of something interesting, lowered her voice and said to An Zhisu: "Let me tell you, these
The ladies are the most interesting. Look at how they dress up every day, but in fact their lives are not as good as those of us who have no money. Oh no, excluding you, the noble lady.
A poor person like me is happy.
I once took on a divorce case. A rich lady hired a private detective to find evidence of her husband's infidelity, and then used that evidence to ask me to help her with the lawsuit. Her husband knew about it and actually wanted to pay me double the fee to instigate me to rebel.
.Isn’t it quite interesting?”
An Zhisu rolled his eyes at her speechlessly, and reminded her weakly: "You drive a sports car and say you have no money, how can you live as a person begging on the street?"
"My sports car is the lowest-end sports car, right? Compared with Ferrari's, I feel like what I drive every day is a plastic car." Song Jiaren complained repeatedly, as if she was really poor.
An Zhisu gave her a haha and didn't bother to pay attention to her calling her poor.
Song Jiaren comes from a family of lawyers. Her parents are both lawyers. She grew up in a wealthy family. Even if she is not very rich, she is definitely not associated with poverty.
Just as the two of them were whispering to each other, two more women walked in from the door of the venue behind them. As soon as these two women entered, they attracted the attention of a small crowd.
"That seems to be Miss An."
"Which Miss An?"
"Don't you know, Miss An? The eldest lady of the An Group, the future wife of the president of the Xiao Group, and the recognized daughter-in-law of the Xiao family."
"Oh, I remembered, it seems to be called An, An Tingnuan, right?"
"Yes, that's her. She's really beautiful. No wonder her family status is so different from that of the Xiao family. The Xiao family is also willing to accept this daughter-in-law."
Listening to the constant discussion in his ears, An Zhisu's eyes turned behind him and fell on the face that had just walked into the door.
It had been five years since she had seen An Tingnuan. Five years ago, An Tingnuan was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. She still looked like a young girl, pure and charming. When she smiled, she felt like the little sister next door. She was very helpless.
Harmful.
Nowadays, An Tingnuan's appearance is obviously more open, and the innocence between her eyebrows has long since disappeared. With exquisite makeup and beautiful dress, she looks extremely noble every time she smiles, as if she was born to be a proud princess.
It really looks much better than in the photo.
An Zhisu looked at that face, and the smile in his eyes gradually dissipated and was replaced by layers of frost.
She thought about many scenarios of meeting An Tingnuan face-to-face, and sometimes even planned a "chance encounter" with her to give her a "surprise", but she did not expect that she and An Tingnuan would meet each other.
She was not prepared at all for meeting in such an unexpected situation.
"It's really like we are enemies on the same road." Song Jiaren rolled her eyes, unable to complain.
"Haha." An Zhisu sneered and turned his gaze away, not looking at An Tingnuan who was being admired by the stars.
An Tingnuan didn't know that An Zhisu was here at this time. She was like a celebrity entering the venue, smiling and greeting everyone she knew. Zhao Linlin who followed her was like the maid next to the lady in ancient times. An Tingnuan was attracted by
The warmth is dim and dull.
"I'm afraid this Zhao Linlin is not a fool. She is ugly to begin with, yet she still dares to follow An Tingnuan. I admire her spirit of sacrificing herself to set off others." Song Jiaren saw Zhao Linlin following An Tingnuan like a little tail.
Ting Nuan, I am simply convinced.
An Zhisu said calmly: "Zhao Linlin's company is a downstream company under the An's Group. If she doesn't fawn over An Tingnuan, is it possible that she can come to fawn over me?"
"Dog legs." Song Jiaren said with disdain.
"It's human nature." An Zhisu saw it very clearly.
Song Jiaren thought of the last time she was in the Hermès store, and her eyes immediately rolled up, revealing a bright light, Zhao Linlin, Zhao Linlin, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you just rush into it.
An Tingnuan and Zhao Linlin's seats were relatively forward, in the middle of the third row, which was a very good position. After the two sat down, Zhao Linlin couldn't help but touch the back of her neck. She always felt cold, as if there was a calculating gaze.
Staring at her, she was inexplicably tingling. This feeling was a bit strange. She couldn't help but glance back. There was a dark mass of heads behind her. She didn't see anything. She could only comfort herself that she was thinking too much, and then
He turned his head back and chatted with An Tingnuan in a low voice.