The appearance of Yang Ting and Jiang Siyin made the atmosphere a lot tense.

Shen Jing looked at the two people around him, frowned, and secretly wondered if it was a wrong choice to come to participate in the auction tonight.

"Jiang Dashao, is your face better? I'm really sorry, I got up in the morning and got angry, so I started a little harder. The next time you come back, choose a better time, maybe I'm in a good mood, and I'll be a lot lighter when I start.

Mo Wen didn't seem to feel the tense atmosphere at all, looked at the wounded and sick beside him with a smile, and stretched out a hand to pat Jiang Siyin's shoulder, as if the two were good buddies who knew each other.

Mo Wen didn't slap it tightly, but Jiang Siyin was startled, his body trembled, and he almost slipped under the chair. He thought that Mo Wen was going to beat him again, and he remembered the events of the morning vividly.

"Don't do it, boy, you remember for me, I'll let you know sooner or later what regret is."

After discovering that he was out of shape, Jiang Siyin's old face turned red, and he glared at Mo Wen angrily, his eyes were full of viciousness.

"Brother, you are still not calm enough, how can you speak so childishly on such a strict occasion, and you don't have the bearing of an adult at all; No wonder my lady thinks of you as a delusional toad, in one word—yes!. ”

Mo Wen continued to pat Jiang Siyin's shoulder, and said with a serious look.

"I'll fuck you."

Jiang Siyin couldn't hold back any longer, anger started from his heart, evil was born from his guts, and he didn't seem to be afraid of Mo Wen's fierceness anymore, whether it was tolerable or unbearable, he picked up his fist and blasted it into Mo Wen's face.

However, I don't know if Jiang Siyin used too much force, or if he was too angry, and his body lost its balance when he punched. Not only did he not hit Mo Wen, but he stumbled and fell to the ground with a snort, face down. There was a heavy "kiss" directly with the ground, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog for a long time without getting up.

"Jiang Dashao, he is excited, and he has something to say. I just said that you are not calm enough, why are you so calm. Did you fall and didn't die, did you? ”

Mo Wen kicked Jiang Siyin, who was lying at his feet, and said very calmly.

"Don't ask...... I'm ...... with you Inseparable......"

Jiang Siyin slowly got up from the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he could spew flames. On the face, two nosebleeds flowed out. Disgusting on the lips, the image is very wolf bèi unbearable.

"Jiang Dashao, please pay attention to the image, you are so inhuman, you are not a ghost, be careful that the security guard invites you out."

Mo asked "kind" reminded.

Shen Jing looked at Jiang Siyin's wolf appearance and wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help but laugh. The big eyes were white, Mo asked, this guy's mouth can be infuriating.

"Idiot!"

Yang Ting's face was ugly, and she cursed secretly in her heart. Work with such idiots. It's a shame; Not to mention Jiang Siyin herself, even she felt that her face was dull. Working with this idiot, I really don't know if it's right or wrong.

"Rub?"

Mo Wen took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Siyin. Looking at him asked.

Jiang Siyin's face was bloody, and he instinctively reached out to take it, but Mo Wen's hand shrank and put the tissue back. Then he took out one from it and handed it to Jiang Siyin.

"Don't mind, brother, you know that I don't know each other. I'm afraid that you won't pay me back if you use it. Mo Wenhan said with a smile.

"Don't ask ......"

Jiang Siyin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, eager to pounce on Mo Wen and bite it; One was not careful, and he actually fell into Mo Wen's trap again.

The corners of Yang Ting's mouth twitched, at least Mo Wen didn't say a word wrong, this Jiang Siyin is really a fool.

"Don't ask, you'll regret it, you must ......"

Jiang Siyin wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, held back his anger and sat down again, and didn't pay attention to Mo Wen anymore; Because he knew that if he made trouble at the auction, he would definitely be asked out by the security guards.

"Idiot!" Mo Wen smiled and shook his head.

Jiang Siyin clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to kill, knowing that she couldn't lose her mind at this time.

After another quarter and a half, there were more and more people in the auditorium, and about 80% of the seats were occupied; The more people there are, the quieter the auditorium becomes, and the people who come to the auction are people with a certain status, who know that they should pay attention to their image in public, and even if they talk, their voices will be deliberately low.

A host appeared on the high platform in front of him and gave a concise speech, and the auction was officially held.

As for what the host said, Mo Wen didn't understand it now, the previous said that this auction is a charity auction, and part of the handling fee will be used for charity, but he did not say who the object of charity is, and he also did not say how much of the handling fee will be used for charity.

In short, it is vague from beginning to end, I am afraid that the charity auction is fake, and the commercial auction is real, typical of selling dog meat with a sheep's head.

The auctioneer is a white woman in her thirties, with a plump figure and beautiful appearance, especially her voice, which is soft and charming, which makes people involuntarily swell their qi and blood, which leads many people to be angry and squander.

There are many things in the auction, and they are generally divided into antiques, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings...... All of them are valuable objects that are both ornamental and collectible.

"It's actually a pair of Da. Finch's painting. ”

Shen Jing looked at the ancient paintings on the booth, and a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes. Vinci's paintings, each of which is so valuable that it has risen to the level of cultural relics, are almost impossible to put up for auction; In this auction, there can be such a thing, is it real or fake?

"All the things in this auction have been cross-appraised by several top appraisers, and it is impossible for fakes to appear."

Yang Ting seemed to see Shen Jing's doubts, the corners of her mouth hooked up a mocking smile, and she raised her chin slightly, as if she was superior. On such an occasion, she knows far more than Shen Jing, and it can be said that the purpose of her appearance on the Sword is not for tourism, but for this auction.

The auction has a history of decades, is only held once every three years, and has never had any credibility problems, which is why it attracts so many wealthy people.

It is said that at this auction, anything can appear, and what you think is the least likely to appear may appear in front of your eyes the next moment, and it is an exaggeration to say that even if a nuclear bomb appears at the auction, it is not impossible.

"Auction cultural relics." A hint of contemplation flashed in Shen Jing's eyes.

"Shen Jing, are you interested in this painting? How about taking a picture, this is worth a lot of money, you not only did charity, but also got a treasure painting. ”

Yang Ting's eyes rolled and she instigated. That vice-da. Fincher's paintings cost $30 million at auction, and if someone competes for it, it will cost at least $50 million to buy it. With Shen Jing's worth, I am afraid that only by going all out can I barely be able to photograph this painting.

Shen Jing directly ignored Yang Ting and ignored her, as if she hadn't heard her speak at all.

"Poor ghost." Yang Ting snorted coldly and mocked unabashedly.

"Woman, be careful when you speak."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, this was the second time he had spoken to Yang Ting like this, although he was not interested in dealing with a woman, but she had repeatedly targeted Shen Jing, so it was impossible for him to turn a blind eye. Shen Jing may not care, but he does.

"What's wrong with my words? Don't you allow others to tell the truth? You are poor, poor ghosts; Don't ask, you're also a poor ghost, don't take yourself too seriously; You don't know when you are a little white face, you don't have anything to do, pretend to be 13. ”

Yang Ting was furious, this poor boy actually dared to threaten her three times and twice, he really took himself seriously, he thought he was something, if he was in the magic capital, she would clean him up in minutes.

"Don't ask, it's just a crazy woman, let's not meet her in general."

Shen Jing grabbed Mo Wen's hand, not wanting him to quarrel with Yang Ting anymore, although this Yang Ting has a poor character, her family background is indeed rich, far from being comparable to them, she doesn't want to say more about this; After all, this world laughs at poverty and does not laugh at prostitutes, there are too many villains like Yang Ting.

Mo Wen glanced at Yang Ting, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't do anything after all, and turned his head to ignore her.

"If you don't admit it yet, it's just a painting, I'll take a picture and show it to you."

Yang Ting pursed her lips, glanced at Shen Jing and Mo Wen with disdain, held the offerer in her hand, and began to bid for the painting. Originally, she didn't want to compete for this painting, but at this time, she was bound to win, and when she took a picture of the painting, she would hit Shen Jing's face hard.

"Miss Yang's family is wealthy, and she is really arrogant, far from being comparable to some people......"

Jiang Siyin naturally would not let go of the opportunity to fall into the well at this time, and praised Yang Ting for how rich and heroic she was, so as to set off the "poverty" of some people, and she was worthy of the blow to Mo Wen and Shen Jing. Since he has torn his face with Shen Jing, he no longer cares about his face and image, this woman will fall back into his hands one day sooner or later.

"No one can laugh at you, even if this ridicule is insignificant to you, because you are the woman I don't ask."

Mo Wen took Shen Jing's hand, pressed it against her white and tender earlobe, and said softly.

Shen Jing's face was slightly red, Mo Wen actually made such a ** action in front of the public, but Mo Wen's words made her heart feel a touch of warmth. Although this man is very bad, very domineering, and very unreasonable, he does care about her sometimes.

"You'd better have that ability first, and then talk like that, but I'm willing to ...... Waiting for you ......"

Shen Jing's cheeks flushed, her head lowered, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"You remember, you don't have to wait for the future, I will guard you all the time, even if I really don't have that ability, I will try to do it."

Mo Wen said softly, the more he got along with Shen Jing, the more he discovered the beauty and purity of this woman's soul, and the more he was moved. (To be continued......)