In the order of the invitations, everyone present sat down one by one.

Su Xiaoye and Song Heng sat on the thirty-first and thirty-second, and next to Song Heng was Fang Yun.

The auctioneer and staff came up to the stage one by one, and then looked at the crowd with a smile on their faces.

"Thank you to all the gentlemen and ladies present for your support, we will donate all the auction proceeds of this charity party to poor students in mountainous areas. The girl in the red cheongsam said with a smile on her face.

There was a burst of applause from the audience, and the bigwigs whispered.

I don't know what today's lot is.

"Today's first lot is a painting taken out by Mr. Fei of Wuhu Group, which is from the hand of the master Shen Hongyi! The starting price is 100,000 yuan, and the price increase shall not be less than 5,000 yuan each time. As the voice of the etiquette girl fell, two staff members slowly walked over with a painting, and then displayed it for others in the venue to see.

The eyes of many people who like to collect paintings lit up, and it was indeed the authentic work of Master Shen Hongyi!

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!" shouted a white-bearded old man wearing glasses and a Mao suit.

The others couldn't help but look over and recognize it.

This is a big figure in the Jianghai Writers Association, who has a very high status in the Jianghai literary circle, and many business tycoons will also give some face.

"Three hundred and eighty thousand!" another person shouted without hesitation, and it seemed that he was bound to win this painting.

"Four hundred thousand!"

"Four hundred and twenty thousand!"

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

Everyone shouted the price one by one, and the atmosphere slowly became lively.

"500,000 once, 500,000 twice, 500,000 three times, sold!" The etiquette girl smiled and announced the deal, and the first lot was successfully auctioned off.

The man who took this picture was the white-bearded old man of the Writers' Association.

This painting is valued in the market, and the highest price is 450,000 yuan, but this is a charity party, and all the proceeds from the auction will be donated to poor students in the mountainous areas.

"Okay, the second lot is the Rolex Submariner series 116610 mechanical men's watch donated by Xu Lingfeng, general manager of Changwei Group, with a starting price of 70,000 yuan, and each price increase shall not be less than 1,000. The etiquette girl said with a smile.

The staff walked out with the watch and showed it to everyone.

Looking at this watch, Song Heng stroked his chin with his hand.

He seems to have one of them, but he doesn't like it very much and doesn't wear it often.

Looking at this watch, Su Xiaoye had some thoughts in his heart, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help but shake his head.

This is donated by Xu Lingfeng, let's buy a new one!

This watch is hard to find in the market, and this time when it was taken out, everyone rushed to bid, and the price was gradually raised.

In the end, the Submariner men's watch sold for 130,000 yuan.

The next lot was paintings, watches, antiques and the like.

The people in Su Xiaoye's small circle are not very interested in these lots.

But they all donated some, although it was not very valuable, but it was also a heart.

Xiao Huangmao looked at Song Heng who was sitting in front, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and said, "Some people don't donate anything, so I'm embarrassed to sit here." ”

Hearing Xiao Huangmao's words, Su Xiaoye turned his head, his face full of coldness.

"Lin Mengmeng, what do you mean?"

The others couldn't help but look at it.

"Literally!" Little Yellow Hair didn't let in the slightest, snorted coldly, and said.

Looking at Xiao Huangmao's aggressive gaze, Su Xiaoye was very angry in his heart and a little self-blaming.

At the beginning, Su Xiaoye simply wanted Song Heng to be a shield to get rid of Xu Lingfeng's entanglement, but he didn't tell him these issues that needed attention.

"It's okay, can't you donate it now? Song Heng smiled, and then beckoned to the staff.

A middle-aged man in professional clothes walked slowly, then looked at Song Heng and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"That's right, the piano piece "The Night of Confession" I played just now is my original work, and I want to put it up for auction, do you think it's okay?" Song Heng smiled and asked the middle-aged man.

"No problem, sir, are you sure?" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Well, I'm sure, if you can, please arrange it. Song Heng nodded and said.

The middle-aged man thanked, "Yes, sir, thank you for your contribution to the children in the mountains." ”

After saying that, the middle-aged man got up and went back, and whispered a few words in the ear of the etiquette girl.

"Alright, that should be about the same. Song Heng looked at Xiao Huangmao and said with a smile.

"Hmph. Little Yellow Mao snorted and stopped talking.

And Fang Yun, who was still dozing off beside Song Heng just now, suddenly came to his senses.

"Gee, I've got to take this. ”

Hearing this, Su Xiaoye couldn't help but glance at Fang Yun, with a look of vigilance on his face.

If you think about it carefully, this piano piece is called "The Night of Confession"!

Su Xiaoye's face was slightly red, and he quietly glanced at Song Heng.

Did he mean that?

"What are you looking at me?" Song Heng noticed that Su Xiaoye's gaze fell on his face, and he couldn't help but smile and rub Su Xiaoye's head.

After doing this action, Song Heng regretted it a little.

I was used to kneading Song An every day, and now I was used to stretching out my hand to Su Xiaoye.

thought he was going to be scolded, but Song Heng didn't hear any movement for a long time.

Turning her head, she didn't know why the girl's face was already red.

Although I don't know what's going on, it looks like I've escaped and don't have to be scolded.

At this moment, Su Xiaoye was sure of a certain idea in his heart, and then glanced at Fang Yun firmly.

She must not be allowed to shoot "The Night of Confession"!

After all, this is ...... That's ......

Thinking about it, Su Xiaoye's head was buried in his non-existent chest, and he sighed, making him even more shy.

"That, I'm really sorry, I ......" Song Heng looked at Su Xiaoye, a little apologetic in his heart, and said apologetically.

But he didn't finish speaking, but he was interrupted by Su Xiaoye.

"Don't say it, I understand. ”

Su Xiaoye showed a smirk on his face, and said shyly later.

Hearing this, Song Heng scratched his head, quite puzzled.

She got it?

Looking at Su Xiaoye, Song Heng wanted to ask her what kind of illness she was guilty of, but he was too embarrassed to speak.

Didn't Su Xiaoye's tone just now not want to discuss this?

Since the last time Song An told Song Heng that she was sick, Song Heng saw that his sister was not normal and wanted to ask, what kind of illness are you guilty of?

But now Su Xiaoye obviously doesn't want to talk about this, Song Heng, as a young man in the new era with high emotional intelligence, naturally won't mention these embarrassing questions!

"Hey, Xiao Hengzi, you ask Su Xiaoye not to rob me, my sister likes this song "The Night of Confession" very much. Fang Yunmei laughed, looked at Song Heng, and said out loud.

"Sister Yun, this is what my boyfriend wrote for me!" Su Xiaoye looked at Fang Yun dissatisfiedly and said.

It's also a little hengzi, hum!

Su Xiaoye glared at Fang Yun, his heart full of unhappiness.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Song Heng was slightly stunned.

What? Written for her?

After thinking for a while, Song Heng understood that Su Xiaoye was in the play!