"Spend 100 million to buy a real person, spend 10 million dollars to buy a photo, and I will hold a photography exhibition tomorrow, and I will not hang anything, just hang photos of Mu Xiao and Niu, tsk, think about it, my money can be compared with the national treasury!"

Nangong Ling thought of a picture, that is, Sikong Jue filled in the check for him vigorously, he handed him a photo of Mu Xiaoai, he also nodded to him, accompanied by a smiling face, if he wrote the check slowly, he would sit on the ground and raise the price, and it was enjoyable to think about it.

"If you have the guts!" Zuo Chenxi said lightly.

Sikong Jue shot a cold arrow, and Nangong Ling immediately looked out the window, as if the incident just now had nothing to do with him.

At this time, the door was opened, and a man with a foreign style walked in, he walked in and first glanced around at everyone, and then walked directly towards Sikong Jue, thinking that Mu Xiaoai gave him English that day, as a sign of politeness, he saw Sikong Jue in front of him and said in Chinese.

"Thank you so much for admiring this photo and setting such a high price for this photo! But I'm not going to sell you this picture! ”

"What?" Nangong Ling jumped up directly from the sofa, ten million dollars, not for sale, unless he has a cell in his head.

"Offer!" Sikong Jue was obviously exhausted by his patience, but he was not angry, and coldly spat out two words.

Seeing this, Amos hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile, "Sir, you misunderstood, I plan to keep this photo for myself!" ”

Hearing this, Sikong Jue's face darkened even more, as if he heard that he planned to leave Mu Xiaoai alone.

The door was pushed open, Shandy walked in, the photography exhibition was relatively large, there were three floors in total, she didn't know what happened during her absence, she just heard that someone spent 200,000 dollars to buy a photo, as for the price offered by Sikong Jue, it was only in private, and she didn't know that there were many people.

Seeing someone come in, Amos smiled and greeted the others, then retreated.

"Jue, I just heard that a fool paid two hundred thousand dollars for a broken photo," Shandy said with a smile as she leaned against Sikong Jue's side.

Sikong Jue didn't speak, but when he heard the broken word, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Nangong Ling pursed his lips, looking like he couldn't say what he was suffering from.

The Dongfang family is not far from the place where the ghost is old, and a few people originally planned to go over directly, but suddenly Sikong Jue said that he was tired and planned to rest in Los Angeles for a night, Zuo Chenxi took a deep look at him, and left alone.

Originally, Shandi also wanted to stay, but Jinxi received a call from the Dongfang family, asking her to go back first, and was going to introduce her to some guests first, so she had no choice but to leave with Zuo Chenxi.

Nangong Ling originally planned to leave with Zuo Chenxi, but when Sikong Jue gave him a look, he dispelled the little Jiujiu in his heart.

In the evening, Sikong Jue did not take anyone with him, but just took the information of the desperate investigation in his arms and left the hotel.

Amos was about to fall asleep, when he heard the servant say that someone was visiting, he was also stunned, and when he opened the door, he saw Sikong Jue standing outside, this time he didn't think too much about it, and directly invited Sikong Jue into the room.

A few hours later, Sikong Jue walked out of the room, holding the thousand-priced photo of the photography exhibition in his hand, his face was unpredictable, there were joy, worry, eagerness, sadness, joy, reluctance, back to the hotel, he directly kicked Nangong Ling from the bed to wake up.

"What, you let me go back to China now!"

Nangong Ling really couldn't figure out what this man was crazy about, even if K-S was about to go bankrupt, he wouldn't rush him back to China now.

A second before he left the hotel, Sikong Jue had already asked him to "kindly" book a ticket to return to China as soon as possible, but not Haicheng, but H City, and took away the photos in the photography exhibition together.

After learning that this photo was given to him by the brainless photographer, Nangong Ling was even more confused, don't give it to him, isn't there money to burn?

Sikong Jue asked him to return to China for only one purpose, that is, to find Mu Xiaoai.

For this reason, Nangong Ling was very puzzled, and waited for the plane to accept this fact.

Then, three days later, Sikong Jue transferred to the so-called Oriental Family.

The European-style building built on the edge of the cliff is where Dongfang Ze lives, Sikong Jue frowned, this Dongfang is not afraid of getting up in the middle of the night to look at the stars, and one accidentally falls.

From the bottom of the mountain, along the way, Sikong Jue's car was unimpeded, and the black-clothed people who passed along the road straightened their rockers, full of energy, and saluted, don't you salute?

He is the supreme decision-maker of the Dongfang family in the future.

Before she could walk in, Shandy ran out of it crying and running out of it with rain.

"What's wrong?" Sikong Jue asked slowly.

"Grandpa, he doesn't see me," said Shandy, crying.

Sikong Jue frowned, what the hell is this Dongfang Ze doing, looking for his granddaughter for twenty years, but since he found Shandi, he has never seen him.

Sikong Jue patted her on the head, signaling her not to cry, and the two walked into the hall together.

"Mr. Sikong!"

"Mr. Sikong!"

Due to the engagement of the little princess of the Dongfang family, many people came in advance, and when they saw Sikong Jue at this moment, they got up and said hello.

Sikong Jue nodded.

"Mr. Sikong, is my lord invited?" A man in black walked over and said to Sikong Jue with his chin bowed.

Sikong Jue's brows furrowed tightly, this Dongfang Ze is really not a good stubble, he stepped into the door of his Dongfang family with his front heels, and he had already sent someone to invite him on his back foot.

He nodded, and followed the man in black as he thought inside.

Shandi immediately followed when she saw the opportunity, but was stopped by the black clothes reaching out.

"Little, sister, the master said, I only saw Mr. Sikong alone!"

Three days later

The engagement ceremony went on as usual, just simply entertaining the guests, but throughout the engagement ceremony, Dongfang Ze never appeared, and it was Dongfang Ze's younger brother, Dongfang Tan, who presided over the engagement ceremony.

He is in his seventies, modest, dressed in a black Tang suit, throughout the engagement ceremony, he copes with the guests, for this lost little princess, he has a different affection from others, Sikong Jue always feels weird.

A piece of news that Sikong Jue expected came in an instant, that is, the ghost old man made a secret plan, and his life and death were unknown.

If it weren't for Shandi, Dongfang Ze wouldn't have dealt with the ghost old man at all, but now that he heard that he was plotted, he made a superficial statement and sent a letter of condolence.

A few days after the engagement, Sikong Jue and Shandy returned to the island of the old ghost.

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H City

"Xiao Ai, I have an operation in my father's company today, and I will pick you up to try on the wedding dress when I come back at noon!"

Si Qingyu smiled at Mu Xiaoai and smiled, and dropped a kiss on her forehead, Mu Xiaoai smiled, this was already an action he had to do every morning, so she didn't think much about it, put on a tie for him, and sent him out.

"Xiao Ai, there's something going on over there in the ancient mansion!" Su Lan was also ready to change her clothes and go out.

Ancient houses?

Mu Xiaoai was stunned for a moment, and her heart was instantly pinched.

"Their master is back?" Mu Xiaoai asked tentatively, her lips trembling slightly.

Su Lan didn't feel anything, thought about it, and said, "Almost!" "I went out, Mu Xiaoai stood in place, I couldn't think of how much worse this was.

Is he back?

The ancient house, there was a wrapped photo on the ground in the courtyard, Su Lan walked in, frowned, picked it up, and looked at the extremely delicate things in the package, she wanted to open it and take a look, but then she thought about it, this is the master's thing, so she had to put it at the root of the wall.

As soon as Nangong Ling returned to the ancient mansion, he fell asleep and didn't wake up until the afternoon, and after waking up, he inevitably greeted all the eighteen generations of Sikong Jue's ancestors in his heart.

He lived in the second bedroom, and as soon as he woke up, he rushed straight into the hall.

"Mr. Nangong, my dinner has been prepared, my niece and daughter-in-law are getting married, I have to rush back to help," Su Lan saw Mr. Nangong, first said hello, and then said with a smile.

"Really!" Nangong Ling looked at the food on the table, then glanced at Su Lan, and then took out five hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to Su Lan, "Sister-in-law Su, this is my red envelope for your nephew and daughter-in-law!" ”

Su Lan still wanted to excuse herself, but Nangong Ling was sharp and stuffed it directly into her hands.

Su Lan had no choice but to thank him and retreat.

Mu Xiaoai looked at the five hundred yuan in her hand in disbelief, listening to Su Lan's mouth boasting about this person, Mu Xiaoai asked several times, only to learn that the person who rewarded her wallet was Nangong Ling.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoai despises her own life, and dares to be bloody.

Seeing that the big wedding was coming, Mu Xiaoai had no relatives, so her parents were extremely sympathetic, so they got married directly, and any engagement was waived.

On the day of the wedding, before dawn in the morning, it began to drizzle, watching the people of the Si family busy into a group, everyone was full of smiles, there was no trace of joy in Mu Xiao's love, his chest was dull, looking at the drizzle outside, as if even God was crying.

Su Lan hurried to the ancient mansion, ready to explain, and came back, but as soon as she walked into the ancient mansion, she saw the photo of standing at the door for more than ten days, which was already half wet, and she was ready to lose it directly, but looking at the extremely delicate package, she was ready to ask if it was thrown.

"Mr. Nangong, do you still want this thing you left in the yard?"

Su Lan walked into the second bedroom and asked.

Nangong Ling was looking at the information that Leng Xue sent back from Haicheng, and after looking for more than ten days, he still didn't see Mu Xiaoai's figure, he was wondering, but suddenly saw Su Lan walk in, and when he saw the photo of him holding dripping water in her hand, he was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly jumped up directly from the chair.

"It's broken!"

Why did he forget this thing, it was a treasure worth tens of millions of yuan!

He shouted, rushing over at a wind-like speed, and when Su Lan reacted, the photo in his hand was gone.

Nangong Ling quickly removed the outer layer of wrapping paper, only to find that there was a waterproof layer inside, and the photo was safe and sound, so he was relieved.

"If this is ruined, Sikong Jue will ask for my nickname," he muttered in a low voice, and then said to Su Lan, "Sister-in-law Su, you put this in the bedroom on the second floor!" ”

"Okay" Su Lan smiled, and as a result, after seeing the photo on it clearly, she suddenly asked, "Mr. Nangong, why are you holding the photo of my nephew and daughter-in-law?" ”