Rich family game, sky-high price young mistress!

Chapter 92: His gaffe! "$threehundred thousand!"

"$fivehundredthousand!"

"$onemillion!"

"$twomillion!"

Everyone sitting in the audience began to shout out the price, and the price was quite deceptive.

Listening to the female host's translation, Mo Wan was filled with admiration. It was just a simple oil painting, but the price could be so high.

"Two million dollars, is there anyone else who bids..." Zuo Lan smiled, glanced at the audience, and then said, "Two million dollars at a time..."

Everyone in the audience below was whispering to each other, but no one made any more bids.

Mo Wan glanced at the oil painting and her eyes moved in the banquet hall. At this moment, an unusually low voice came into her ears: "Bid!"

Startled, she turned around, and Pei Yihuan's deep eyes fell on her. It was obvious that the words were meant for her.

She originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but the guilt emerged in her heart, but she couldn't make herself remain indifferent; "How much?"

"Five million..." His thin lips twitched, and he dropped the sentence coldly.

Five million... Mo Wan was immediately stunned on the spot, and some indescribable feelings were fermenting in his heart. It turned out that this was spending a lot of money for the one he loved.

Seeing that she was speechless, Pei Yihuan's eyes shot over again with cold eyes; "Speak."

Pulling back her thoughts, she looked at him; "Did you say it in English or Chinese?"

"Are you challenging my patience?" His deep, cold voice was full of impatience.

If eyes could kill, Mo Wan felt that she had been killed by his eyes. She bit her lip and said directly: "Say hello in advance, my English is not good at all."

, if you lose someone in a while, don’t blame me!"

"Two million times..." Zuo Lan was still smiling. Her smile was charming, with an openness and enthusiasm that belonged to a Western woman.

He stared at her more and more coldly, turned around, and Mo Wan took a deep breath; "$five million!"

As soon as she finished speaking, almost everyone in the audience became excited. Some people even looked over and gave her a thumbs up in appreciation; "Good!"

Mo Wan responded with an unnatural smile on her lips. Only she knew how unnatural her words were.

Zuo Lan on the stage was also obviously a little shocked. While smiling and applauding, he praised in a low voice; "Well——"

Not surprisingly, "Sunflower" was finally sold for a high price of five million US dollars.

"Okay, let's invite the winner of "Sunflower" now, Miss Mo."

The host's voice came from the stage. Mo Wan froze on the spot, his eyes instinctively looking at Pei Yihuan; "People... please come on stage."

"Yeah." Pei Yihuan just responded coldly, with no intention of getting up.

She had to remind her again; "It's you who were asked to come on stage, not me!"

"The person reporting on the stage is Miss Mo, not Mr. Pei." He responded coldly.

"You—" Mo Wan was a little angry; "You used me!"

Hearing this, his thin lips curled up in a cold arc: "You have to pay the price for your... forced marriage."

She bit her gums hard, raised her brows, and her words were somewhat provocative; "Does that also mean that the final owner of this painting is also Miss Mo?"

"What do you think?" Pei Yihuan's straight eyebrows frowned slightly impatiently, looking at Mo Wan with those leopard-like eyes.

At this time, the urging voice came from the stage again: "Miss Mo, Miss Mo, which one is Miss Mo?"

Hearing this, Mo Wan didn't say any more, but moved his steps and walked towards the stage.

Standing on the stage, receiving everyone's gaze, she felt a little uncomfortable, even her body was stiff.

At this time, Zuo Lan came over with the work, first gave him a warm hug, and then handed the painting to Mo Wan; "Thank you very much, Miss Mo, for your generosity, and you are very beautiful, please post it"

A few words."

As she got closer, Mo Wan realized that Zuo Lan was even more beautiful. The skin on her cheeks was like porcelain jade. The confident and charming light emanating from her body almost burned her eyes. Even the fragrance emanating from her body was so...

It smells good, light and gentle, like the fragrance of lotus...

Retracting her thoughts of running away, she struggled to suppress the tension in her heart. She closed her eyes and said directly, "Miss Zuo and I both have the same heart."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly walked off the stage, her heart still beating "plop-plop-plop".

Returning to his seat, Mo Wan stretched out his hand and handed the painting directly to Pei Yihuan; "Here."

Without words, Pei Yihuan just took the painting indifferently, and gently rubbed it with his slender fingers, gently and like a lover's touch.

After just two glances, Mo Wan looked away dimly...

The second painting at the auction was "Peony", with bright and bright colors, some deep red and some light red, with large and bright flowers. The price at the auction was five million US dollars, and the winner was still Mo Wan.

The third piece of the auction was "Landscape", with mountains, water, bamboo leaves, lush mountains, turquoise water, and emerald green bamboo leaves. It was pleasing to the eye and cheerful. The final transaction price was 600.

With US$10,000, it was still Mo Wan who came to power.

The fourth picture is "Pavilion". It is a wooden pavilion with green ivy coiled around one side of the pavilion. A girl is lying on the pavilion and looking up into the distance. It was sold for 8 million. The one who appears in the eyes of everyone is Mo.

pull.

The fifth painting is "Gray Space". The entire painting uses a gray tone, abstract painting method, and dark gray paint, which makes people feel dull.

This time everyone looked at Mo Wan expectantly, and as expected, she finally paid 10 million yuan to win it.

Everyone looked at her with envy and smiles. It was really a generous act, and it seemed that she liked Zuo Lan's works very much.

The sixth picture is "Zuo Lan". Her black hair is pulled up, revealing her white and graceful neck. She is wearing a white wedding dress. The long fishtail skirt makes her figure more youthful.

, beautiful, charming and confident, this painting presents all her beauty in it, which is fascinating.

The auction officially started. Perhaps because heroes have loved beauty since ancient times, the starting price and price increase of this painting were much higher than those of those paintings.

"Eight million." A foreigner bid.

Since the starting price was a bit too high, no one bid.

Pei Yihuan glanced at Mo Wan and said in a low voice that only two people could hear: "Ten million."

After looking at him twice, Mo Wan followed his words and loudly bid: "Ten million!"

But the American didn't give up and still offered the price: "Twelve million!"

"Fifteen million!" Mo Wan glanced at Pei Yihuan's gesture.

"Eighteen million!" The Americans seemed to be more enthusiastic and continued to raise the price again.

This time, Pei Yihuan directly wrote the amount on the sign and put it in Mo Wan's hand. Before she could recover, an excited voice came from the stage: "Twenty-five million! Miss Mo paid two

Fifteen million, will anyone continue to bid?"

There was silence in the audience, and even Mo Wan was as shocked as a stone.

Twenty-five million... Twenty-five million... He actually paid such a sky-high price!

Putting the painting in Mo Wan's hand, Zuo Lan put a smile on his face and gently pressed his cheek against Mo Wan's cheek; "Dear, thank you very much. Thank you for having the same heart as me."

Holding Mo Wan with one hand, Zuo Lan looked at the audience with a chuckle; "Today's auction ends here. Here, I would like to express my special thanks to Miss Mo for her strong support to me, and also thank all my friends who can be present.

, I wish you all the best time here, bye!”

As Zuo Lan's figure left, everyone in the audience also stood up and walked out of the banquet hall.

There were fewer and fewer people, and finally, only Pei Yihuan and Mo Wan were left in the huge banquet hall.

Without getting up, Pei Yihuan sat on the sofa, his deep eyes still falling on the picture of Zuo Lan wearing a white wedding dress.

After a while, he stood up and walked out of the banquet hall. Mo Wan quickly followed him. The driver moved all six paintings to the car and then left.

Quietly, Mo Wan looked at his back from behind, giving people a feeling of dullness, depression and loneliness, which made people breathless.

Although she didn’t know what the story was between him and Zuo Lan, she had never seen him like this before!

In my impression, he has always been noble, arrogant, and indifferent, but he has never been so lonely and a little decadent as now.

She always felt that he shouldn't be like this. She didn't know whether it was because of the guilt she felt towards him or for some other reason. Inexplicably, she wanted to comfort him.

She bit her lip and accidentally glanced at the shirt she was holding in her hand. Her heart moved and she stepped forward to stop him.

Lifting his eyes slightly, Pei Yihuan glanced at her with his cold eyes and twitched his thin lips: "Go away!"

"Don't go away!" She lowered her head, reached out and took out the shirt, and said a little awkwardly and embarrassedly, "I bought this shirt yesterday. It was given...given...to you.

..."

Pei Yihuan looked at her coldly, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke; "Are you sure you woke up?"

"I haven't slept all this time, so naturally I am very awake!" She gritted her teeth and said with all the courage in her body; "That thing was indeed something I did wrong! This shirt may not be anything at all in your eyes.

, but it contains my apology, so I hope you can accept it."

"What kind of trick is this?" Pei Yihuan still looked at her coldly and sarcastically.

Looking up, Mo Wan looked at him blankly...

"A bitter plot?" Disdain came out of his thin lips; "Do you think I will let you be fooled?"

Hearing this, Mo Wan quickly defended himself; "I didn't, I really didn't!"

Pei Yihuan's eyes were full of cold sarcasm. He turned his eyes, and when he accidentally saw the back of the slender woman in a suit, his eyes suddenly narrowed. There was a huge wave in his eyes.

Paying no more attention to Mo Wan, he moved his steps and ran directly towards that figure with his tall body.

Mo Wan lowered her head and was about to speak when she didn't expect a strong force to hit her body. She was hit hard and fell to the ground, and the shirt in her hand also slipped to the ground.

There was a burning pain in her knees. She gasped and raised her head, but she only had time to see Pei Yihuan chasing after a figure.

That figure was wearing a black suit, simple, fashionable, and generous. If it wasn't Zuo Lan, who could it be?

Just now, she actually wanted to comfort him. It seemed that she was really overestimating her abilities!

A sarcastic smile appeared on his cheeks, and Mo Huan dropped his hands to the ground, gasping for air while holding up his body that fell to the ground.

Her eyes fell on the shirt that had fallen aside and was stained with dust. Mo Wan couldn't tell how she felt. Dragging her painful legs, she slowly picked up the shirt, and then patted the dust off it.

Go and put it in the box.

At this time, the sky was already dark, night had fallen, and the night sky was filled with stars.

Standing on the street, dragging her painful legs, she felt helpless and confused.

After thinking about it for a long time, she mustered up the courage to stop a passerby and asked for the way back to the hotel in awkward and unnatural English.

But unfortunately, the passerby who stopped him turned out to be a Japanese. He knew nothing about English, so he shrugged helplessly and left.

She frowned, feeling a little helpless. She wanted to find a place to sit down first and wait for the pain in her knees to dissipate before making any plans.

However, when she moved her feet, she accidentally stepped on the feet of the person behind her and apologized quickly; "Sorry, i'msorry! i, sorry!"

"It doesn't matter. You can speak Chinese and I can still understand a few words."

Although her Chinese was unfamiliar and awkward, Mo Wan looked excited and happy. She turned around and saw a foreign man in his thirties standing behind her.

"That's great! Can you tell me how to get back to the water villa?" A bright and friendly smile appeared on her cheeks.

"Of course!" The foreign man's eyes moved, and when he looked at her face, a malicious light flashed...

Thank you dear for the gift. This chapter is 4,000 words, and there are still 4,000 words left. I really have a fever and am top-heavy, but I still strive for the code. Dear friends, please wait. It may be late, but it will still be there. I love you all. Flash people.

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