Needless to say, it must have been Mr. Huo's starting price.

Nan Chu looked at Huo Xici beside him in disbelief.

"This is a robbery, right?"

She priced 200,000 yuan, and she felt that she was deceiving the buyer's feelings.

However, as soon as the host finished speaking, he heard someone shout: "Twelve million-"

"Thirteen million—"

Everyone's attention is on the bid.

Only Hosi, his eyes fixed on the painting.

That's right, until the black cloth was covered, she wouldn't let Horcy quit.

The content of the painting is simple.

The man sits on the side and the woman concentrates on painting not far from him.

Compared with other paintings in the early days of the Southern Dynasty, what makes this painting stand out is the tone and detail.

The whole environment is shrouded in a faint sunset, soft and vivid.

The coffee on the coffee table in front of the man, the post-it notes pressed under the coffee cup.

The hairpin on the woman's head, the sticker on the paintbrush.

Countless warm and life-like details make up this painting.

The shouting continues.

"Fifteen million"

"Twenty million—"

Ha?

Let her see which fool shouted 20 million.

As soon as Nan Chu turned his head, he saw Ji Muzhou proudly showing off.

Pain in the skull.

Ji Muzhou, a loser, really spent 20 million to buy a painting and paste it at home, how can she have the face to see Uncle Ji in the future?

Unexpectedly, there were still people who were tough with Ji Muzhou.

"Twenty-one million—"

Nan Chu immediately turned his head and made a "please" gesture to Ji Muzhou.

Ji Muzhou silently put down the bidding card he just wanted to raise.

"Twenty-three million—"

"Twenty-seven million—"

"Thirty million—"

As soon as this number came out, the audience fell silent.

It probably exceeds most people's psychological expectations.

"Thirty million for the first time."

"Thirty million for the second time."

"Fifty million."

Nan Chu turned his head suddenly.

She heard her right, right?

This voice is coming from next to her?

She held her mouth to her heart, barely breathing.

Calm down, be calm......

Horthy resignation!

He wants it, can't he just say it? She paints ten, a hundred, and doesn't take him money.

The audience boiled.

Even the host was excited.

"Oh - our Mr. Huo bid 50 million to buy this painting by his wife."

Horthy resigned the bid, not to mention that the price was ridiculously high, who would dare to grab something in his hands?

"Fifty million for the third time!"

"Deal!"

Nan Chu didn't dare to imagine what the expression on his face was.

The host was extremely excited.

"As I said, the buyer owns the naming rights for the painting."

"So, Mr. Huo, how do you want to name it?"

Horthy hooked the corners of his mouth.

The low voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the room to hear it.

"I love you."

Until Horthy pulled her out of the venue, she still wondered if what had just happened was real.

When he walked out, Nan Chu found that the sky had completely darkened.

"Mr. Huo?"

She just couldn't figure it out.

There are countless ways for Horthy to get his hands on this painting.

But he chose the most expensive one.

"It's the first piece you'll sell, but it's never going to be the last."

Horthy said lightly, "The higher the transaction price, the better it is for you." ”

Nan Chu agreed with this view, but did not believe it.

For works of a public welfare nature, the difference between 30 million and 50 million is not big.

"What if I want to hear the truth?"

Horthy was silent again.

Nan Chu stopped asking with interest.

After all, they are not really a couple.

It's just a show, and she can't forget who she is.

In spite of...... How misleading he was.

Nan Chu leaned against the car window and did not speak.

She didn't know why, but she didn't feel well.

When Horthy realized that something was wrong, he was already at the front of the house.

Nan Chu got out of the car, he followed closely behind Nan Chu and grabbed her hand.

"Nanchu?"

Nanchu stopped.

Her gaze bypassed Horthy and landed on the hands of the two of them.

"I don't really like the relationship now."

After a while, she spoke.

"Of course, from the beginning, I didn't have the right to choose, I knew that."

Horthy let her go.

He had never felt so powerless as he did now.

He's used to being in control of everything he needs to control, including people.

But Nan Chu is different from everyone.

He did not dare to resort to any method that he was familiar with.

Because that would scare her away, or even ruin her.

It was also the first time he learned to explain, to force himself to speak the truth.

"Your question—"

Horthy looked at her directly, "It's because I regret it." ”

"I ......"

Horthy found out that he was really not good at words.

"I don't want to, I don't want this painting to fall into anyone's hands."

He inhaled deeply, but the chaotic thoughts in his head lingered.

Nan Chu raised his head.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

Or maybe it's clear, but you don't want to admit it.

"Why did you name it like that?"

Nan Chu's voice trembled slightly.

"I don't know."

"Horsey, answer me."

She paused word by word, as if she would not give up until she had an answer.

Silent summer night, clear starry sky.

You can even hear each other's breathing.

The tears in her eyes reflected a faint starlight.

"If it's a scene, please tell me."

"It's not—"

Horthy blurted out.

He panicked and tried to hide his emotions, only to find that there was nowhere to hide.

Suddenly, Nan Chu smiled.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cold lips.

"Horthy."

She pushed him away and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I don't have to have an outcome right now."

"But you owe me a moment that is as romantic as tonight."

"And one more yes or no answer."

After Nan Chu finished speaking, he turned around, wiped the tears from his face, and opened the door of the villa.

Horsey was still standing still.

He subconsciously touched the place where she had kissed.

Nan Chu walked into the living room, and Xu Bo greeted him.

"Miss Nan, you are ......"

"Is there any wine?"

Xu Bo glanced at Huo Xici outside from a distance, and also understood three points.

"Yes, Miss Nan will go back to the room to wash up and rest first, and I'll send it to you later."

Nan Chu drank cup after cup.

Why did she have to break this relationship?

This is something that countless people can't ask for.

What's not to be satisfied with?

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Huo Xici stood outside the door of Nan Chu's bedroom.

After a long pause, he finally pushed the door open.

The lights weren't turned off, the glasses were crooked, and there was a puddle of scarlet liquor on the ground.

He carried Nan Chu, who was lying on the floor, to the bed.

The woman was very light and light, with a faint aroma of wine on her body.

Where she had been lying, a small yellowed notebook was revealed.

It looks like a diary.

On the top page, today's date is crookedly marked.

"Ji Muzhou said that in the relationship, the person who moves his heart first must be the loser."

"I'm obviously losing decently, and I have to see the other party's chips clearly."