With a cold water on the face, Shu Yao is sober.

After watching the girl finish washing, Aunt Qiao went out to prepare breakfast for her with confidence.

Seeing her leave, Shu Miao turned off the mobile phone without information, hid it, and then changed into the clothes that Aunt Qiao brought over, put on high heels, and walked out of the room in a chic manner.

Song Jiming was reading the documents in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and when he heard the sound of high heels, he looked up.

The girl with a graceful posture and fair complexion looks even more beautiful in a tight black dress.

The intersection of black and white is ascetic and indifferent for men to wear.

At this moment, the girl's desire is reflected.

The clothes I chose this time were missed.

The man's eyes darkened, he withdrew his gaze from her, and said in a deep voice: "You are not suitable for a dress, go change it." ”

"Huh?"

The girl stopped two meters away from him and looked at the man in surprise.

"What's not pretty?"

She looked at the man's black suit and then looked down at herself.

She found that every time she wanted to go out, the clothes Song Jiming picked out for her were all couples.

Today this set is the same.

But why did he say it was not appropriate?

Shu Yao took a picture of the glass in the living room where her figure was reflected.

The woman on the glass has delicate facial features and bright eyebrows, and the dress just sets off her figure advantages.

Shu Yao didn't know how to feel it, she habitually twisted her body like she did when she looked in the mirror, put her hand on her chest and tried it, touched her stomach again, and finally put it on her upturned buttocks.

The girl who is immersed in the world of self-appreciation does not notice the look of the man.

Song Jiming looked at her soft body, unbridled and bold movements, consciously looked away, put his right hand into a fist against his lips, coughed lightly, and his face was a little unnatural.

After the girl finished taking pictures, no matter how she looked at it, she felt very good.

But Song Jiming said that it was not suitable for her.

After hesitating, she frowned at the man and asked him, "Do I still want to change?" ”

Song Jiming looked down at the document and said in a hoarse voice: "No need." ”

Shu Yao said yes and ran to the restaurant for breakfast.

As soon as she left, the makeup artist and stylist arrived.

Song Jiming's hair just grew long, and it would take a while for Shu Yao to eat, so he asked the stylist to cut his hair first.

When the stylist wrapped the man in a haircut cloth, the sharp eyes saw the tips of his red ears.

Without thinking too much, he asked, "Ming Shao, why are your ears red?" ”

Song Jiming was calm and calm, his expression was as usual, and he was not embarrassed by being poked.

A trace of strangeness flashed under his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "My ears were itchy just now, maybe they were red." ”

The stylist didn't dare to ask more and began to cut his hair.

The girl came out of the cafeteria, and the stylist was already cleaning up the mess.

The makeup artist looked at the girl in amazement and praised, "Mrs. Song is so beautiful today." ”

was boasted.

Shu Yao smiled stupidly and looked at the man.

Song Jiming was not shocked and did not answer.

The makeup artist decided on the style of today's makeup according to her outfit, then pressed her to the chair and started applying makeup.

Forty minutes later, Song Jiming and Shu Jiao went out.

When the car arrived at the auction preview, the morning session had already opened for nearly an hour.

Hanlan Auction Company selected the auction location in Juntai City, the most representative building in the West Market.

This is the territory of the Jun family.

This time it was a first-class auction again, and the people who came were all big shots.

In the past five days, Juntai City has been chartered by Hanlan, and there are electronic eyes and patrolling security guards inside and out.

There is a police office at the entrance, and there are police cars and ambulances on the side.

It seems that this time there are large items in the lot.

The man's cold gaze glanced around, and he heard the girl's exclamation, "Good man, this is too magnificent." ”

Shu Jiao only participated in a low-grade second-level auction with Guanshuang, and the highest transaction price of that lot was only 10 million.

Compared to the scale of this time, there is naturally a world of difference.

"Follow me, don't run around, people here, don't talk about you, I can't afford to offend."

After Song Jiming instructed the girl, he was relieved to see her nod in fear.

The girl pushed the man through layers of security checks and into the exhibition hall.

The charming and enchanting woman, the handsome and elegant man, attracted everyone's attention as soon as she appeared in the porcelain exhibition hall.

"Young Master Ming."

Someone came over to greet the man, and Shu Yao maintained a serious expression on his face, standing behind him, watching him talk and laugh with those people.

Soon, Shu Yao couldn't help it.

Her gaze always drifted to the fine and expensive porcelain in the glass case.

The man sensed her imminent move and whispered to her, "Let's go inside." ”

The girl reluctantly let out an "oh" and walked inside according to his command.

The exhibition hall of calligraphy and painting is in the secondary hall on the right.

Shu Yao pushed the man past those famous paintings, and gradually walked to the corner where there were few people.

Anyone who knows the rules of auction knows that expensive lots are usually placed on the outermost side, so you will find that people gather in one place to study a painting.

There are very few people like Song Jiming who look for collections in the corners.

Although it is possible that you may be lucky enough to pick it up, the chances are too small.

Shu Yao saw that he was about to finish the exhibition hall of calligraphy and painting, and he didn't mean to let her stop, so he asked curiously, "Good man, which one do you like?" ”

The man saw the open oil painting folding fan in the corner in the glass display case, he pointed over there and said, "It." ”

Shu Yao stopped in front of the inconspicuous display case and turned the wheelchair so that the man was facing it.

She herself ran to the front, bent her upper body, propped her hands on her knees, and looked through the glass at the folding fan that made Song Jiming care so much.

There was an introduction to this fan under the glass display case, and Shu Yao looked at it carefully, but he didn't find that his posture was inappropriate.

The man looked at the girl's graceful figure with deep eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Shu Yao, get up." ”

Shu Yao turned around and saw the man's unhappy expression.

Thinking that he was blocking his view, he obediently said "oh", straightened up, and asked him, "Good man, do you want to buy this fan?" ”

"Hmm."

Song Jiming nodded, and then listened to the girl chase and ask, "Then how much will it cost you?" ”

The starting price marked above is 600,000 yuan, and no one knows the actual transaction price.

If you look at the value of this fan itself, 100,000 is considered a sky-high price, let alone 600,000.

But the collection looks at the author, and the appreciation of the collection itself, plus the uncertainty at the time of auction and the degree of love of the bidder.

Therefore, before the final word, everything is difficult to say.

Song Jiming said "I don't know for the time being", and the girl walked up to him, naturally put her hand on his shoulder, leaned on the side of the wheelchair, stared at the fan in the glass cover and said thoughtfully: "Who made this fan?" ”

The two were close, and the girl's unique fragrance wafted into the man's breath.

Song Jiming frowned slightly, and looked at the girl with natural movements quietly, only to see her looking ahead with a tangled face, as if she was puzzled.