In the next second, a low-magnetic male voice soaked in laughter flowed into his ears.

"Don't have enough money for the kids?"

It was still a familiar elder tone, calling her affectionately, as if a parent who was ready to send money to his children.

But with a quiet ambiguity.

"How much worse? Is 500 million enough? ”

Hearing this, Hao Dogleg suddenly raised his card and was about to bid for it......

"No, you don't." Yan Yu replied and pressed the number plate.

A low sigh came from the microphone.

"The elders give it, and you can't say goodbye."

She laughed, still imagining what he looked like at the moment through the microphone.

Although she has never even seen anyone in her life......

"350 million once!"

Once again, the auctioneer began to confirm the price.

Several eyes that seemed to be substantial fell on him at the same time.

Yan Yu held her mobile phone unconsciously, and responded softly.

"But I'm here to trick others today, not you. Besides—"

She didn't shy away from telling him the truth, and then ......

Learning the way he spoke, he raised his tail note slightly, and raised his lips.

"You're not that old to me."

It's like flirting.

……

The words fell, and the communication was interrupted instantly.

The dead silence was restored again.

The wheelchair lies quietly in the corner.

In the empty studio, the man sitting behind the easel put down his phone, recalling the laughter that seemed to remain in the air, and his thin lips suddenly provoked a strange arc.

There was a cold dark color at the bottom of his eyes.

It's very different from the usual.

It was a bright afternoon, but the heavy curtains cut off all light from the outside world.

In the dim room, only a dim chandelier was on.

Projected on the canvas, a vague image is reflected.

Less, in the dark.

The long, knuckled fingers picked up the brush again, as if at random.

A blood-soaked scarlet fell.

*

The auction ends at 5 p.m.

However, when Su Rouyin actually got the painting in her hands, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

It was a full hour.

She could only stand cramped aside, watching her lover contact all parties with a cold face, raising 290 million funds that exceeded the budget.

——Although as the president of the Huo family, this should not be a large amount for Huo Beicheng.

But actually......

In order to continue to ascend to the throne and become the real controller of the Huo family.

Most of Huo Beicheng's assets are concentrated in various investments such as real estate and securities, so as to continuously make profits to increase his chips, and there are very few liquid deposits.

This time to participate in the auction, according to the transaction price of Charles Boone's previous paintings, he prepared a deposit of 100 million in advance.

plus a "black card" with an overdraft limit of up to 50 million......

I thought it was more than enough.

Unexpectedly, it was suddenly disrupted, and in the end, it was necessary to pay an extra 290 million, completely squeezing out the liquid deposits.

The auction is subject to immediate settlement......

Money can only be transferred from liquid investments such as securities.

It's just embarrassing to the extreme.

Therefore, although he won the bid in the end, Huo Beicheng still didn't feel much joy.

Su Rouyin, who had been paying attention to his emotions, naturally couldn't be happy: "Beicheng ......"

"Boone, Mr. Boone is waiting in the lounge."

An exotic young man dressed as an assistant suddenly appeared and said in a low voice.

"Let's go." Huo Beicheng's expression was stunned for a moment, and he walked away.

Su Rouyin hurriedly grabbed him, and while following, she began to take a deep breath, trying to let go of the worries in her heart.

No matter what.

Now that she has won the "Standard King", she is able to meet Mr. Boone, isn't she?

After that, she will also step into the world of oil painting with dignity.

Song Chuwei, who was already blind, could not pick up a paintbrush again.

So in the end, she won.

Whether it's love, or career......

A smile spread at the corner of her mouth, Su Rouyin stepped into the lounge accompanied by Huo Beicheng, raised her pretty face, and greeted the oil painting master who was sitting with the best appearance.

"Boone ......"

Then, when he saw the person next to the other party, he suddenly lost his voice.

"Why are you here?"