At the end of Tanghui's underground auction, a group of people arrived.

As soon as he sat down towards the best seat, the last auction item was announced—a painting from the eldest lady of the Tang family.

As soon as the words fell, some of the people who had just come raised their cards and whispered to the people beside them: "The old man asked me to take a picture, third brother, how much is this painting worth?"

The man who was replaced by him as the third brother looked at the stage when he heard the words, and when he saw the painting clearly, his dark eyes became a little interested.

He raised his hand to hold down the cards in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "This painting has won an award." Besides, you can't shoot it. ”

"But the old man said that when I took the picture, he arranged for me to meet with Miss Tang, and you also know how famous Miss Tang has just returned to Cheung Chau, and I want to get to know her. ”

As he spoke, the price of the painting had reached a certain height.

Xie Congshan raised the sign again, and just as he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the man next to him holding up the sign, "Eight million." ”

The audience fell silent for a moment, and eyes focused on it.

"Third brother?"

The man's eyebrows were gentle, and he seemed to be in a good mood, "I think this painting is good, and I also want to meet that Miss Tang." ”

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The eldest lady of the Tang family has not seen her for the first time when she returns to Changzhou, and she has already attracted people to spend millions of dollars to buy a painting, and this person is still the most noble master of the famous Fu family in Changzhou.

The topic continued until the end of the auction.

"Brother Nan, they said that they had booked a room upstairs to come over for dinner, and let us wait here now. ”

Xie Congshan said and pushed open the door of the VIP lounge, and the voice stopped the moment he saw the people in the room.

On the couch of the room sat a young girl with her back to them.

She turned around when she heard the movement, a smile appeared on her delicate and bright face, and even her voice was delicate, "Mr. Fu." ”

Fu Changfeng lowered his eyes and looked at the people on the sofa, and said to Xie Congshan, "You go to the upstairs room and wait, I'll go over later." ”

As soon as the door of the room was closed, Fu Changfeng touched his neckline, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, "Miss Tang?"

"Does Mr. Fu recognize me?" she said, getting up, walking up to Fu Changfeng, and stretching out her thin white hand, "Tang Wanlai." ”

Fu Changfeng lowered his eyelids, his eyes were on her hands, and even his fingertips seemed to be glowing.

He held it quietly, and his voice was low, "Recently, Miss Tang's news has been flying all over the sky, and there are a lot of previous photos. ”

Tang Wanlai's smile deepened, her skin became fairer and fairer under the bright light, and the red mole under her eyes added a bit of beauty.

"I heard that my painting was finally photographed by Mr. Fu, and it just so happens that I'm here tonight, so I'll come over to meet Mr. Fu, don't you mind?"

The meaning in Fu Changfeng's eyes was unclear, "It's okay." ”

Tang Wanlai took a step closer, "That is Xiao Gongzi Xie just now, I heard my father say that my painting will be auctioned by him before I came, but now I don't know what Mr. Fu means by paying a high price to auction it?"

"Is it expensive?"

Fu Changfeng walked past her and sat down on the sofa, "I think it's worth it." ”

"Mr. Fu is a smart person, he should know that my father and Old Man Xie are interested in matching me and Little Master Xie, I originally thought it didn't matter, but now it seems that I can have a better choice?"

The plans of the Tang family and the Xie family were originally an established fact, but they had a good reputation, who knew that they would be cut off by Fu Changfeng halfway.

The room was large and very quiet at this time.

Tang Wanlai stood in front of Fu Changfeng, with a slender figure and black and white eyes staring at Fu Changfeng.

Fu Changfeng held his hand, he was nearly ten years older than Tang Lai, and he had the steady, mysterious and calm of a person who had been in a high position for many years.

Catching up with Tang Wanlai's gaze, the corners of his mouth suddenly curved slightly, but his eyes were inexplicably cold, "Do you think I am a commodity you chose at will?"