The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

"An'an, I was wrong. I shouldn't force you like this. You are right. Loving me and acting are two things that do not conflict. You can go to filming. I believe in you, and I will never let you do it again. chosen."

Di Xingchen looked serious, Xia Weian didn't expect that he would take the initiative to say this, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and asked, "Is it really possible?"

"Can."

Xia Wei'an was still a little depressed at first, but after hearing his words, she instantly became happy, and said, "Well, I won't accept any intimate scenes from now on, okay?"

Seeing Xia Wei'an's smiling eyes narrowed, he couldn't help reaching out and touching the top of her head, and said dotingly: "Good boy."

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A few days later, at eight o'clock in the evening, a private party was being held on the top floor of the Imperial Capital Hotel.

The oversized terrace is decorated with lights and festoons, men and women, well-dressed and exquisitely made-up.

This party is a charity party jointly held by several companies. Xia's Enterprise is one of the sponsors. At this time, the charity auction is in progress. The first item that Xia's Enterprise put up for auction is a pair of calligraphy and painting, with a starting price of 10,000. , each time the price increases by 10,000.

This pair of calligraphy and painting was written by Xia Zhenwei. He usually doesn't have any big hobbies, but he likes to write brush calligraphy and painting. After more than ten years, he has a certain foundation, but compared with some famous artists, he is still far behind. distance.

What he brought to the auction this time was not so shabby that it was just a pair of calligraphy and paintings written by himself. He just took this opportunity to see if his calligraphy and paintings were worth anything.

"Twenty thousand."

"fifty thousand."

"Eighty thousand."

"One hundred thousand."

There were bids under the table, but they recognized that the owner of the calligraphy and painting was Xia Zhenwei, some of them wanted to save face, and some wanted to take this opportunity to make friends.

Xia Zhenwei pursed his lips, obviously dissatisfied with the price. Could it be that the calligraphy and paintings he is so proud of are only worth a mere one hundred thousand?

He is quite narcissistic, but he doesn't know that a well-known calligrapher may not be able to sell 100,000 calligraphy and paintings, not to mention that the 100,000 is aimed at him, not the painting.

"One hundred thousand times."

"One hundred thousand times."

The auctioneer knocked the gavel twice, and when he was about to knock the gavel a third time to announce the deal, a crisp female voice sounded.

"one million."

Everyone hurriedly looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a woman sitting on a high stool in a demure posture. She was wearing a light blue cheongsam, with bumps and curves, and an elegant figure. A long and white leg, very attractive.

Her black hair was pulled back in a bun, with a simple and elegant hairpin inserted, and she wore pearl earrings. Her makeup was light and elegant, and her whole person seemed to have traveled from the Republic of China, which made people happy at first sight.

At this time, seeing everyone's eyes on her, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but smiled generously, this person was Chu Yan'er!

"Didn't you hear that Chu Yan'er has been hidden in the snow, and she's been living a miserable life recently?"

"Yeah, I heard that I was forced to go to drink with you because of the debt, why is it so generous now?"

"Such a pair of calligraphy and painting actually cost a million dollars. Either they are stupid and have a lot of money, or they deliberately save face for their family's Mr. Xia."

...

The surrounding voices were harsh, and Chu Yan'er pretended not to hear them. The auctioneer made a final decision, and the calligraphy and paintings belonged to Chu Yan'er. She took them and was about to leave. At this time, Xia Zhenwei came over.