Jiang Chi knew that any girl would be very together.

But Tang Wanxing always grasps the divorce thing, and he feels that he doesn't have much patience.

I saw his brow furrow slightly imperceptibly, "Isn't it good that we're like this now?"

Tang Wanxing smiled bitterly, "Okay? All the wrong things were done by you, and as long as I don't mention it, you can act as if nothing happened, but I have not forgotten the harm you have done to me."

The restaurant fell into a dead silence, and Jiang Chi's face became extremely ugly.

I saw him take a deep breath, his face full of helplessness, "I said, give me time, I will make up for it slowly, so what else do you want me to do."

Jiang Chi's attitude really disappointed Tang Wanxing, although she didn't have much hope for him.

"What I want to say is, no matter what you do, I can't forgive you, if you're really good for me, then agree to a divorce."

Tang Wanxing didn't have an extra expression on his face, and after speaking, he stood up from his position and prepared to leave.

Jiang Chi stepped forward in two steps, grabbed her slender wrist, and frowned tightly: "Where are you going if you don't eat breakfast?"

Tang Wanxing shook off his hand and took a step back, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

"There's not much time left, so I won't eat."

Jiang Chi sighed: "It's okay if you get angry with me, don't joke about your body, you have time to eat some breakfast."

As he spoke, he stepped forward to take her hand.

Tang Wanxing didn't hesitate to take a step back and dodge, "Ah Chi, I really can't understand you, I don't understand what you mean, while saying that you don't want to divorce, you can't let go of Shu Yunrou."

Jiang Chi looked at her with a sad look in his eyes, "Didn't I say it, I'll tell her when her condition gets better."

Tang Wanxing snorted coldly, and the corners of her mouth hooked self-deprecatingly, "Hehe, I think you might as well marry her directly, so that her illness will be cured immediately."

When Shu Yunrou was mentioned, she felt uncomfortable all over, and she thought of Jiang Chi's meticulous treatment of her and putting her first in everything.

Tang Wanxing didn't want to say anything more to Jiang Chi, so she turned around and left the villa.

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Tang Wanxing arrived at the auction venue before ten o'clock.

As soon as Old Man Jiang saw her, his wrinkled forehead wrinkled even tighter, and he stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on Tang Wanxing's arm.

"What's the matter, I went out with Ah Chi to play, and I lost so much weight that the flesh on my face was gone."

Listening to Old Man Jiang's words, Tang Wanxing was a little weak-hearted.

"I'm not thin, maybe I wore makeup to look thinner today, the auction is about to start, grandpa, let's go to the position."

She took her grandfather's hand and went to the hall of the venue to take a look at the position of the two of them.

Today's auction is also full of people with heads and faces, everyone nodded politely, and then returned to their respective positions.

Old Man Jiang and Tang Wanxing's positions are in the first row, which also highlights their status on the field today.

Next is the opening of the host, and then the introduction of the auctioneer.

After a series of processes are completed, the items taken today begin.

There are many antiquities in today's auction, bronzes, ceramics, calligraphy and paintings, etc.

Every time someone came out, Old Man Jiang would ask Tang Wanxing about his intentions.

Some of the values are not so high, she directly let the old man ignore them.

Two Qing Dynasty ceramics came out in the back, the old man liked them very much, and Tang Wanxing asked the host to want to look next to the items.

The organizer agreed on the old man's face, but the people in the audience were a little dissatisfied and said, "If everyone wants to come forward to take a look, will today's auction be held until tomorrow?"

Tang Wanxing felt that it made sense, so he didn't force it.

She half-squinted her eyes and looked at the patterns and details of the ceramics from a distance.

"Grandpa, this should be genuine, you can shoot it."

When Old Man Jiang heard that it was genuine, he was instantly happy, but someone had a relationship with the old man.

The asking price is five million.

But the value of this ceramic is worth two million at most.

The main people who came to participate today are not bad at money, and they just want to buy a happy one.

Old Man Jiang still wanted to shout, but was stopped by Tang Wanxing, "Grandpa, the value of this ceramic is worth two million at the most, and now it is five million, and if you shout it up, it is really not necessary, what if there is a better one in the future?"

Old Man Jiang was a little unhappy, but he still listened to Tang Wanxing's opinion.

But since this porcelain, there is no old man who likes it more, Tang Wanxing has taken a fancy to a hairpin.

She wanted to buy it at a price, but a hairpin that could be bought for 200,000 yuan shouted almost 800,000 yuan.

Tang Wanxing glanced back, it turned out to be a woman who had liked Jiang Chi before, and she didn't ask for any more when she found it boring.

Just when the woman was about to win, suddenly a deep male voice sounded, "One million eight million."

The woman's face immediately became stinky, and she cursed in her mouth, "You're not sick, are you, this hairpin is worth 1.8 million?"

The man looked at Mian Sheng, but did not respond to the woman, but only smiled faintly.

The old man glanced at Tang Wanxing, "If you like it, keep shouting, grandpa is rich."

Tang Wanxing smiled lightly and shook his head, "I don't like it that much, I can buy something I like more for 1.8 million."

The old man listened, looking at Tang Wanxing's eyes full of love, "You little girl, you are really a ghost."

The three hammers were finalized, and the man slapped the hairpin.

The woman scolded "bad luck" and left the scene angrily.

The antiquities that came on the field next were very ordinary, the old man didn't like them, and Tang Wanxing didn't like them.

Old Man Jiang has been sitting for almost two hours, and his body is slightly uncomfortable, "After this shooting, let's go, do you want to continue?"

In fact, Tang Wanxing was already so hungry that her stomach was uncomfortable, and her body was still a little weak, although she still wanted to wait, she couldn't hold it anymore.

"I'll go with my grandfather."

The old man nodded, and the item was lost.

Just as the two of them were about to get up and leave, Tang Wanxing was attracted by the objects that were next sent to the display table.

"Grandpa! Wait a minute!"

Tang Wanxing took her grandfather's hand, but her eyes stared directly at the calligraphy and painting on the stage.

Listening to the host's introduction, this is just a painting and mention by a not-so-famous painter in the Qing Dynasty.

"Is there any mystery to this painting?"

It was the first time for Old Man Jiang to see Tang Wanxing so serious, and he couldn't help but believe her.

"It's a strange painting, it feels like it was made by two people." Tang Wanxing's brows were tightly locked, and her eyes were a little sour.

Old Man Jiang listened to Tang Wanxing's words, and also sat back in his seat, "What do you say?"

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