Steward of Rebirth

At the auction, the young people sitting in the last row were very quiet. The auction items were put up one by one for bidding. Closed eyes opened.

"The following auction is a painting created by a famous artist——"The Boy on the Staircase"..." The host was introducing the next auction item, and Gu Qianyan's eyes, which had been closed all along, finally opened.

Inlaid in an exquisite picture frame, a painting with uniform color and luster attracted Gu Qianyan's attention.

The warm sunshine, like a naughty child, gently jumped down from the sky and scattered on the young man sitting quietly reading a book on the corridor.The orange sunlight was almost flooding, blurring most of the whole painting, hazy and multicolored sunlight, even the outline of the boy could not be seen clearly, only the blurred figure dotted in the hazy orange sunlight.In the vagueness, one can see the boy's hair raised up, and the corners of his lips seem to be slightly hooked... The blurry boy, a large piece of orange sunlight.

Gu Qianyan felt that this painting should not be called "The Boy on the Stairway", but should be called "Sunshine on the Stairway", because the sunlight was so bright that it almost covered everything.Looking at the painting carefully, Gu Qianyan really couldn't find anything special about this painting that made the young master like it so much.

You know, for a long time, the young master held a magazine in his arms all day long, and the magazine would always only turn to the page introducing this painting. The young master would look at the picture of this painting every day and fall into deep thought .

"Start bidding."

A loud sound brought back Gu Qianyan's thoughts. Gu Qianyan weighed the number plate in his hand, and after a few consecutive bids, he slowly raised the number plate, "One hundred thousand."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he doubled the price. Gu Qianyan was determined to win this painting.Immediately afterwards, Gu Qianyan did not give other buyers a chance to bargain. Every time he raised his cards, it was a hard price. Only after the audience was quiet for a moment would there be any voices for counter-offering.

It's too annoying, so let's be more straightforward.

"100 million." Gu Qianyan raised the sign slowly, taking it easy.

"Is he crazy? Buy this painting for 100 million?" The buyers beside him couldn't help discussing.

Gu Qianyan didn't change his face, he neither cared about the money nor regretted paying the price.He won't feel sorry for the money. The money belongs to him in the first place, and he can use it however he wants.

In fact, for Gu Qianyan, 100 million is a big amount, and his own movable funds are almost zero, but Lian Ge has.Before Lian Ge was alive, he had an anonymous account in a Swiss bank, and there was a lot of money in it. He only needed the account and password to withdraw money, and he used this money.

Bringing back the painting from the auction, Gu Qianyan hurried out, his brows stretched slightly, and the corners of his lips showed a slight upward trend.Go back and let the young master see this painting, he will be very happy.

The car was parked outside, Gu Qianyan quickly got into the car, put the covered painting on the back seat, sat in the passenger seat, and said to the driver: "Akang, go back."

A Kang, who has always been talkative, didn't answer at this time. Gu Qianyan was a little puzzled, and turned his head to look, and saw a deep-cut face looking at him with a smile.

Michaels stroked his chin, his black eyes were as calm as the sea, his cold face seemed expressionless, "Hi, little wild cat."

Max's whole body seemed to be shrouded in darkness, with a strong mysterious atmosphere mixed with arrogance and evil, which made people suddenly feel cold.Gu Qianyan looked at him calmly, subconsciously narrowing her eyes, full of vigilance, "Where is Akang?"

"Hmm." There was a booming sound from the trunk of the car, mixed with hysterical shouts, but it stopped in the gagged mouth.Gu Qianyan's face felt a bit chilly, and he immediately turned around to rescue Akang.

Card wipe.The doors are locked.

Gu Qianyan frowned, and suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder.Max put his arm around his shoulders and pulled him casually into his arms.

"Little wild cat, let's have a good talk."

Gu Qianyan bent her elbow, and was about to push it, but heard Michaels continue to say lightly: "Otherwise, don't blame me for hurting the people in the trunk."

The elbow that was about to slam into it stopped when he saw the person standing behind the car. Gu Qianyan recognized that person as the man who restrained him on the cross-sea bridge. This person was very skilled, and he was not at all his opponent.

"What do you want?" Gu Qianyan responded coldly, and there was no compromise in Gu Qianyan's tone.

Michaels narrowed his eyes and stared at Gu Qianyan's indifferent face, and raised the corners of his lips, full of recklessness, "Gu Qianyan, don't you think I should take revenge?"

Shouting the name "Gu Qianyan" from this man's mouth, with unquestionable certainty, made Gu Qianyan frowned even more.It seems that this person came prepared.

Feeling that hand climbed onto her shoulder again, Gu Qianyan gritted her teeth and did not break free, "You can take revenge, I will kick you."

"Oh, so violent?" The smile on the corner of Max's lips grew stronger.

Lifting her blue eyes, Gu Qianyan looked at Michaels coldly, "Kick it quickly, I'm in a hurry."

The young master is still waiting for his gift at home, he can't go back too late.

The smile on Max's lips froze all of a sudden, and the haze shrouded Ru Mo's eyes. This was the most unpleasant thing he heard today.In a hurry?In a hurry again?

He hated hearing that.

"I won't kick you." The slow, indifferent words came out of Max's mouth, the smile on his face had disappeared, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Gu Qianyan sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere, frowned and looked at Max, and then, the hand on the shoulder swept down vigorously, pressing down on his waist like a gust of wind blowing leaves, as soon as the arms tightened, he Falling forward like a discouraged tumbler, Max was forcibly held in his arms...