Tomorrow I am going to attend the "party" of the rich, Shu Yao is particularly excited.

She had dinner, said good night to Aunt Qiao and Song Jiming, and went back to the room early to rest.

After Shu Yao washed, she picked out clothes in the cloakroom with her long wet hair, holding her mobile phone in one hand, and the page showed that she was talking.

Tomorrow's auction preview, she has the opportunity to leave alone for a while, she wants to tell the Yansen Department the news, if the imitation is made over there, they can meet tomorrow.

After listening to her words, Yan Sen was silent for a while before he spoke: "The master said that it will take a few days for the imitation to be made, did Song Jiming tell you when the auction will end?" ”

Shu Yao recalled the time on the last page of the auction catalogue and said: "Three days of preview, two days of auction, but I don't know when Song Jiming is going to bid for something, so there is no way to determine the time." ”

Yan Sen's face was hesitant, he looked at the computer screen, and said hesitantly: "I'll urge the master again, add some money, and let him rush to make it overnight to see if he can have time." ”

The girl picked up a pink tulle skirt and stood in front of the mirror and compared, this dress has a bad version and looks fat.

She hung up her clothes back in disgust and said to her phone: "Thank you, why bother you again this time Yan Sen, how much does it cost to do the handwork, I will transfer the money to you." ”

The man sneered unceremoniously and laughed at her, "Grandma, save it, don't give me money, I don't want to save a little money and spend a lot of money, if you have money, give you that welfare home, don't let me support it, just give me money." ”

Shu Yao smiled embarrassedly at what he said.

She is indeed to blame for the welfare home.

Shu Sirou took her to the street, and after the two were scattered by enthusiastic fans, when she was looking for her, she saw an abandoned child in a roadside trash can.

The congenitally deformed baby cried very sadly, and a group of people gathered around him to watch the excitement.

At that time, she had just become a fool for less than a year, and when she looked at the child who was thrown away by her parents, she thought of herself who was thrown into the garbage dump.

With a little money in her hand, as soon as her brain was hot, she opened a welfare home.

Of course, the registrant is Yansen.

Then, she found that welfare homes were not easy to do, especially privately.

The area is not big, but it costs a lot every month.

If it weren't for the fact that she saved some money from Shu Dongrong and Guanshuang when she was an actor before, and later with the help of Yansen and Fiji, she would have been able to survive without a job.

Shu Jiao laughed a few times and joked with him, "Don't say that Yansen, isn't there a big guy funding us now, believe me, the scale of our welfare home can be expanded next year, the suffering will always pass, and we will usher in an incomparably brilliant dawn." ”

Yan Sen on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes widely.

Three months ago, on Shu's first day at Shengdexuan, the orphanage received an anonymous donation.

At first, he thought that God had opened his eyes and dropped a pie for him.

It wasn't until that night that Li Fengji led someone to pry the door of his house and forced him to go to Liangshan that he knew that it was a bullshit pie.

That's Ice Ridge.

Let's stab him!

But Shu Yao didn't know the truth, and she also thanked the donor as a living Lei Feng and a living Bodhisattva.

Yan Sen sighed silently, to be honest, he really wanted to see Shu Yao's expression after knowing the whole truth.

Shock, anger, gratitude, or fear?

"Hey, Yansen, are you listening? Yansen? ”

Yan Sen found that he was accidentally distracted, and hurriedly responded, "I'm listening, you say." ”

Shu Yao looked at her phone suspiciously, and said, "It's okay, I'll hang up, blow my hair, if Fiji calls you, tell her that everything is okay here, and let her not worry." ”

Yan Sen: "Why don't you tell her yourself?" ”

Shu Yao took a royal blue skirt and gestured to the mirror and said, "We have a time difference and always miss each other's calls." ”

When the words fell, the girl hung up the phone despite the man's counterattack.

She hung her clothes back, picked out jewelry and shoes for a long time, and waited until her hair was almost dry before she came out of the cloakroom.

Shu Yao lifted the quilt and went to bed, clicked on the social software, and entered "online marriage line" in the search, found friends, buffered the page for a while, and loaded it.

The avatar of the blue sea, the nickname of the dirt and slag, and the simple information, at first glance, it is the person in the morning.

Shu Yao was curious and applied to add the other party's friends.

There was no reply from there.

It's almost midnight.

She was a little sleepy, but she always looked at her phone to see if the person agreed.

In order to wait for an unknown answer, Shu Yao risked being found tomorrow morning and did not turn off the phone......

The girl and Aunt Qiao were asleep, and the house was dark, except for a small lamp in the living room, which illuminated the oil painting on the wall.

The man was hidden in the dark, and his whole person was shrouded in a dark shadow.

He sat in a wheelchair, staring at the painting, and the atmosphere around him seemed to freeze.

Today is the day of her disappearance.

After her disappearance, he spent these two days every year in front of the painting, sleepless all night.

I don't know if those people will have a bad conscience and can't sleep.

Or have they long lost their "hearts" and forgotten the stories that happened many years ago.

Song Jiming clenched his fists, pursed his lips, and looked firm.

At this auction, he will get the fan back at the most sensational price.

He wanted to let everyone who participated in that assassination and who are still alive know that he had returned......

There was something in her heart, Shu Yao slept very unsteadily, and when she woke up, she found that only three hours had passed.

It's not yet three o'clock in the morning.

Shu Yao clicked on the social software and saw that the person had not yet agreed.

She couldn't resist applying again.

Tucking her phone under her pillow, she rolled over, closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was bright, and Aunt Qiao's voice sounded outside the door.

"Shu Yao, are you up?"

I didn't sleep well last night, and my eyes are a little sour today.

The girl lifted the quilt and got out of bed, rubbed her eyes, and yawned to open the door.

"Aunt Qiao, you got up so early."

After Shu Yao finished speaking in a hoarse voice, he lay back on the bed.

Aunt Qiao put her clothes on the bedside stool, nagged her out of bed, and took her to the bathroom.

"It's not early, Miss, it's eight twenty now, Young Master Ming has already eaten breakfast and is waiting for you, you hurry up and wash up, change into clothes on the stool, and go out with Young Master Ming."

Hearing that the man had finished breakfast, the girl who had not yet fully awakened yawned and said vaguely, "Why is he so early?" ”

"Didn't you say it started at ten o'clock? It's okay to go a little late, and it's not just one day. ”

Shu Yao, who didn't sleep well, completely lost the excitement of last night this morning.

If it weren't for Aunt Qiao staring at her, she might have slept and then got up.