This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 213 Homecoming!

  As to whether the fourth master of Qin’s family was the man in Yan Shiqi’s Weibo, the chatter did not finally come to a conclusion.

  Rather, Pei Tang, who was sitting by the side listening for a long time, was dyed with haze, covering his sometimes bright pupils.

  He was a little stubborn that Qin Si Shao was Yan Shiqi’s gold master.

  Hardcore acting stupid!

  ……

  The auction is going on like a raging fire, and Yan Shiqi looks attentively, and every lot can be said to be invaluable.

   Soon, the fifth lot is the hanging painting she stopped to watch before.

  The record is very detailed on the roster, and the name is "Landscape Pastoral".

  Ink mountains and clear waters, looming pastoral, is the famous master of traditional Chinese painting, Mr. Wen Chongli's seal of writing.

  The artistic conception of this painting is very beautiful. There is a trickling stream between the ridges and ridges of greenery, as if it were on the silk, she gently rubbed the pictures on the book, and an idea flashed in her mind.

  The man who sits next to her, always paying attention to her every move, sees her stroking the picture, his side face is a bit blurred, and he can't help but approach her shoulder, and ask in a low voice: "Like this painting?"

  Yan Shiqi raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes filled with sly light, "I like it very much."

  The man nodded seriously, his dark eyes were full of indulgence, "Then take a picture."

  At this time, the auctioneer on the stage had already introduced the origin of the "Landscape Pastoral", knocked on the gavel, and said: "This painting has a starting price of three million."

   "I'll shoot myself!" As he said, Yan Shiqi held down his hand, blinked, and begged with a smile, "Let me do it by myself, okay?"

  The man smiled at Yan Shiqi's bright face, full of persistence, and waited for his approval, seemingly expectant.

  I couldn't figure out her intentions, but didn't want to brush her wish. The man finally raised his eyebrows and nodded helplessly.

   "Thank you brother four!"

  Yan Shiqi pleased him and handed him a soft sentence.

  Anyway, she always has a way to break all his rules and seriousness.

  That's it, just follow her.

   After getting the man's answer, Yan Shiqi's smile gradually deepened. When someone raised the price to 5 million, she directly raised the placard, 8 million.

  Ho!

  Someone cast a surprised look at her.

  Stars are so loyal to charity now?

"Ten million!"

  The auctioneer threw down the gavel excitedly: "Come on, ten million, Miss Ling bid ten million, may I ask if anyone continues to increase the price."

  Yan Shiqi took the number plate and sat calmly, hearing Ling Mi's bid, she knew she was deliberate.

  The distance between her and her, and Qin Baiyu, is precisely because of this, they are divided into two worlds.

   Yan chuckled sternly, flashing light in his eyes, and raised the number plate again, bidding for 15 million.

  The auctioneer threw the gavel twice in excitement, "15 million, the supermodel Miss Yan bid 15 million! 15 million, once!"

  Ling Mi holding a card: "Twenty million!"

  At this time, at the auction site, the quiet atmosphere was faintly anxious.

  The value of this painting in the industry is around 20 million.

After Ling Mi made the bid, the auctioneer had already laughed out of sight.

   "Twenty million, once!"

   "Twenty million, twice!"

  Every time the auctioneer dropped his hammer, he was full of excitement. During the period, he did not forget to look at Yan Shiqi with a look of expectation.

  I wonder if she will continue to bid.

  Think about it, maybe not, after all, how does a star compare with the wealthy Ling family's daughter?

  At this time, the man next to Yan Shiqi's gloomy eyes fell on her indifferently smiling cheek, he didn't say a word, just silently stared at her.

  "Twenty million..." At this time, the auctioneer saw Yan Shiqi and did not move. When the hammer was about to fall, Yan Shiqi raised his placard, "Thirty million."

  The audience was in an uproar.

  Ann.

  (End of this chapter)