Lots? What lot? Night Star Haruka was obviously confused.

At this time, Ye Jiatong stepped on her ten-centimeter hatred of the sky, twisted her waist and tail, crossed her orchid fingers, handed the invitation in her hand to the waiter, looked at Ye Xingyao who was at a loss next to her with a smile, and said: "Sister, you don't know the rules of the auction in this charity capital, right?" ”

Ye Xingyao ignored Ye Jiatong, but approached Wu Xiaojiang and muttered in a low voice: "Are there rules?" Why didn't you tell me? ”

Wu Xiaojiang covered his mouth and explained in a low voice: "The rule is that when you get an invitation for everything, the VIPs who come to participate in the auction must donate a lot for auction, and all the money raised will be used for charity ......"

"My cousin said that he was responsible for this, why didn't he tell you?"

Night Star Yao was dumbfounded, if Sheng Yan told her the rules here in advance, would she still be stunned like a plastic doll?

The corners of Ye Jiatong's mouth twitched, and a sarcastic smile was lifted, and then he took out a gift box from the assistant's hand and handed it to the waiter, who opened the gift box, which was a sapphire necklace, which I heard was a jewelry worn by a national treasure actress, which was very collectible.

The next few guests also presented their own donations one by one.

After the waiters had taken notes and been numbered by professionals, the guests were respectfully welcomed in by the hostess.

Ye Jiatong looked at Ye Xingyao, who was still outside the door, turned around, was very kind, and reminded her loudly: "Sister, if you don't prepare the donations, it's okay, after all, you have never participated in such an occasion before, and it is understandable that you have come to see the world for the first time, and you don't understand the rules here." ”

"In this way, you can donate any earrings and rings you are wearing, and it can be regarded as a process, and when the time comes, it will be considered a little bit of your heart."

The auctions of the Capital of Charity are very prestigious in France.

The famous nobles who came to participate were either blind and blind by donation, or they were inhumane.

Which one doesn't want to attract attention at this auction feast, give himself a long face, and fight for the family?

However, as soon as the big guy saw Ye Xingyao being stopped outside the door, empty-handed, and heard Ye Jiatong shouting, looking at her gaze, all of them revealed some disdain and ridicule.

Ye Jiatong leaned against the door and looked at her with a sneer, with a sense of happiness on her face.

At this time, two black-clothed bodyguards walked over with a delicate gift box in their hands, and one of them bowed slightly to Yexing, and said, "Miss Night, Sheng Shao asked me to send you something." With that, he put the gift box on the table and opened it gently.

In the silk gift box, a pair of precious enamel pastel porcelain vases lie quietly in it.

The color is bright and soft, and the material color is smooth and beautiful.

Several appraisers next to him were all stunned, some looked carefully with a magnifying glass, some carefully touched it with silk white gloves, and even put their faces on the gift box and sniffed vigorously......

After being busy for a while, an old man in his fifties asked in a lame Chinese, "This young lady, what ......is this?" Is this your donation? ”

"Yes." Yexing Yao doesn't deny it, presumably this donation was prepared for her by Sheng Yan, right?