Madam is a Superstar

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In the private room at No. 88888 in the underground city, Song Qing leaned on the sofa with her straight long legs crossed.

He drank mint ice water one sip at a time to refresh himself, and he still felt sleepy.

"Kacha."

The door of the box was opened, and Shen Bai walked in and came to Huo Yu silently.

After taking a look at Song Qing's hesitation, Huo Yu spoke out of the corner of his eye.

"Sir, Azuo just called. William is also in the underground city tonight. He is currently in the private room No. 83."

Huo Yu raised his eyes slightly and saw Wen Sheng's call in the evening. William happened to arrive at the Beijing Airport and didn't expect to meet in the underground city.

"Prepare what you need to prepare."

Shen Bai nodded and took a few steps out of the private room. William's style in the past few years was obvious to everyone in the business world.

What will Bao Buqi do when he goes crazy? Although the dungeon is Brother Ting’s territory,

But it's always right to be just in case, after all, the wife is here and she is pregnant with the child.

The conversation between the two was not shy. Song Qing naturally listened to it. She put down the mint green glass and tilted her head.

"Trouble?"

Under the dark light, the crystal water stains on the red lips were clearly visible. Huo Yu's deep eyes darkened, and he reached out and gently rubbed his soft lips with his thumb.

"No trouble, just focus on the auction items. I'll take care of the rest. Are you hungry? If you want to eat, I'll ask them to deliver it."

Understanding the other person is like understanding herself. Song Qing put away her worries, narrowed her eyes and bit the man's fingertips.

"If I'm not hungry, if I don't eat, I don't deserve it."

The vengeful master is very upset about being told that he has been able to eat a lot recently, and he is indeed not hungry again.

Despite this, Huo Yu still asked people to bring in some fruits that pregnant women can eat and snacks to satisfy their cravings.

In the dungeon, the fighting competition always starts first, followed by the auction.

Song Qing was not interested in the fierce fight on the fighting stage and the bruises and bruises on both sides. What caught her eye was the guests tonight.

To be more precise, it's their dress. If you look around, you can see all kinds of monsters and ghosts. You can even see four or five couples of ghosts.

"Why are there so many people dressed as ghosts today?"

There were not only the couple in the private room, but also four bodyguards sitting in front of the bar. One of them jumped in and answered first,

"Madam, maybe it's because the Ghost Festival is coming in a few days, and these people just love to join in the fun and fool around.

It was approaching Chinese Valentine's Day a few days ago, and that night there were always pairs. All the weird pairings appeared, all of the wrong species. "

It is essential to return to Dayuan Qi. Although Huo Yu will not let Song Qing come here alone,

But the items in every auction will attract people's attention. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't come to the venue every time.

The only difference is that the atmosphere at the venue is good. The time to return to Dayuan is approaching and I don’t need spiritual energy to stay alive.

The main reason is that he was restricted a lot by Huo Donator after becoming pregnant with fans. Emperor Dayuan's autocratic style has become more and more obvious recently.

You have to be escorted and protected when you go out, not to mention taking orders and going out to tell fortunes.

Song Qing clicked her tongue, holding her chin with one hand and looking at the group of ghosts below who no one knew who was who.

"Can this be used for fun? I'm not afraid of breaking any taboos."

If I remember correctly, in this otherworldly China, the Hungry Ghost Festival has its own meaning.

Although it is said that when a person dies, his soul disappears into the invisible world and there are no ghosts at all, it should not be joked about.

The bodyguard who just spoke touched his nose. Who said it wasn't the case? He was just afraid.

If he wasn't forced to do it for his salary, he would definitely not go out tonight and just hide in bed and wait for dawn.

The fighting match went smoothly, and there were no unforeseen complications.

After a half-hour intermission, the auction officially began.

Even after sitting for the second half, Song Qing didn't notice any turbidity. Song Qing took the seedless green grapes that Huo Yu had fed to his mouth and ate them.

I have already made plans to return without success again today, maybe because I have done so many times, but my current mood is not as anxious as the previous few times.

"Now let's welcome our next lot, the Dragon Head Cup."

The voice coming from the LCD TV was still calm. The female auctioneer was wearing a beautifully crafted Hanfu.

His articulation is clear, and his smile and demeanor make people feel comfortable.

The screen turned,

The auction item named Longshoujiao Cup takes up the entire big screen, and various aspects of the display and introduction begin.

Song Qing's beautiful eyes paused, and she sat upright, sinking deeply into the sofa, without even the slightest trace of her lazy posture.

"Qingqing, do you want this?"

Huo Yu's eyes were fixed on the dragon-headed horn cup displayed on the screen. There were bodyguards in the private room, so it was difficult to tell him directly.

The bodyguards all looked up at the TV, wanting to see what the antique Madam Jean had been looking for looked like and what was special about it.

"Yes, I finally found it."

Song Qing's eyes never moved away from the screen, and the heart that she had been carrying finally let go at this moment.

It doesn't matter to her whether she can go back to Dayuan. If she can, she doesn't want to go back.

The reason why she was so concerned about him was simply because of Donor Huo.

"Then take the photo."

A steady voice came out of his throat, and it didn't seem to cause any emotional fluctuations.

Only the unconscious movement of wrapping Song Qing's hand in his palm revealed a bit of uneasiness.

How could Song Qing not feel it? Her fingertips gently scratched the man's palm, showing a silent comfort.

It's just that things didn't go as smoothly as they imagined.

"Fifty million for private room No. 88."

"Fifty-one million for private room No. 83."

"RMB 60 million for private room No. 88."

"The private room No. 83 costs 61 million."

“…”

By analogy, the female auctioneer has to force a smile every time she opens her mouth.

The 88 private room is usually the boss's place, but the auction house has the rules of the auction house.

Since the auction items were displayed on the big screen, she had to bid higher prices from the guests.

"One hundred million."

"One hundred and ten million."

If the auction price is in units of tens of millions, the price cannot be lower than tens of millions of units.

This is also the rule of the underground city auction house. After all, the unit is 100 million, and it would be meaningless to follow the price of one million.

In the elegant room,

The couple was not in a very good mood. Such bidding behavior as William's,

It was clear that he did it intentionally, and to put it bluntly, he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for them.

"Da da da."

Song Qing's red lips pursed in displeasure, and the tips of her nails tapped rhythmically on the side of the glass she was holding.

The straight long legs that were stacked on top of each other were slightly numb from not moving for so long, so they simply changed to a more comfortable position.

"Master, shall we continue?"

Shen Bai had already finished his work and came back. He leaned over to ask Huo Yu for advice.

In just a short while, the Longshoujiao Cup had reached 310 million due to the competition between them and William.

As for Ting Ge’s insiders, the highest estimate for the Long Head Horn Cup that will be auctioned tonight is only 30 million.

If it was really sold for several hundred million, it would undoubtedly be a huge loss.

"continue."

Huo Yu's handsome and three-dimensional face could not tell the difference between happiness and anger. It was not difficult to hear that he was angry without any hint of warmth.

The slender and well-proportioned fingers rubbed the thumb joint, and each stroke was extremely slow.

Others may not know, but it is impossible for Song Qing not to know what this means.

In the court, every time this man acted like this, several people would not die.