Turning, she walked towards the crowd. Xiang Qian wanted to ask more about the situation, but several young men and women surrounded her, and when she looked again, the woman was gone.

"The last auction item ...... tonight" The voice of the host on the stage suddenly rose an octave, and he excitedly said, "It's a precious gift." This gift comes from our potential members tonight, and it's the simplest, purest, and rarest gift we've ever received – a virgin! ”

"Huh?"

"What?!"

"Oh my God!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

A bad premonition hit her heart, and Xiang Qian in the crowd swallowed.

"She has just shown her charm to everyone......"

A beam of magnesium light hit him, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. Tonight, she deliberately rubbed high-gloss diamond powder on her body, and wore an 8-carat diamond ring on her hand, which was very dazzling: "Wait, I didn't agree, and I'm not an auction item......"

"It's time for the excitement to start shooting!" Xiang Qian's voice was drowned in the cheers of the host and everyone.

The atmosphere was suddenly warm, everyone's eyes looked at her more unscrupulously, and there was an endless stream of people bidding with signs, one after another, and it was very lively.

Xiang Qian clenched her fists, trying to maintain the composure on her expression as she moved towards the door.

"I'm sorry Miss, but you can't leave until the end of the event." Two sturdy bodyguards put her arm around and sent Xiang Qian back to the center of the field.

"I need to go to the bathroom ......"

"Hehe, cliche...... Let's go. ”

There are restrooms on both sides of the hall. Xiang Qian stepped on the toilet and felt a headache. The crystal bag was too small, and she left her phone in her coat pocket when she entered.

"It's tightly sealed here, and there's no monitoring ......" Stepping on the toilet, Xiang Qian looked at the gorgeously decorated single bathroom, with a sad face: "It's over." I knew I was with Zhu Hang! Alas, why is he so obedient, he won't come if he doesn't let him come......"

With a plan, Xiang Qian knocked on the thick door of the bathroom: "I'm sorry, I have diarrhea ......"

"Take your time, we're not going anywhere for a long night, there's no hurry." The bodyguard's answer broke her.

“……”

Fifteen minutes later, the walnut door opened, and Xiang Qian, who had touched up her makeup, looked a lot more energetic. She turned her head and smiled at the bodyguard behind her, chatted a few words, and the other party did not react.

"Don't beautify him, he doesn't like you." The bodyguard walking with his head bowed in front of him.

"Everyone must like good things, just as I admire the strength and might of you both. Then I'll go get some rest. Xiang Qian shrugged and returned to the hall.

The auction for her is over, and she doesn't intend to ask who auctioned herself. The way to protect yourself now is to find the old woman as soon as possible. She probably thinks of herself as a rich lady who is desperate to survive, and if she meets her again to reveal her identity and purpose, she may help herself.

"You're so beautiful," a tall man approached, raising his glass, "Although I can't spend tonight with you, I'm sure we'll still have the fate to get together." ”

There are still a lot of people around to talk to, and this man is one of them. Like him, everyone kept a safe distance to talk to her, and did not come close. The person who took the picture must be powerful...... Xiang Qian took the cup and nodded at him while sighing in her heart. Taking a sip of the drink in her hand, she snorted: "This wine is so cold." ”

"Hahahaha, you're really charismatic. The next meeting will be a lot more secretive, and I hope to see you again. The tall man drank the pink wine from his glass and left.

His words reminded Xiang Qian of the venue structure map he had memorized a few days ago - there should be a secret door in this banquet hall. On the other side of the secret door are three spacious private rooms.

Fortunately, there are precious oil paintings hanging on both sides of the hall, and Xiang Qian is holding a wine glass, ostensibly admiring the oil paintings, but in fact looking for the door.