Pack O green tea is always on my mind

Song Yinchi raised his eyelids and refused.

"Sorry, I can't—"

The reason was interrupted by the irritable Tong Nan before he could say the reason. Song Yinchi had the guts to reject her so many times when he grew up so old.

Relying on what?Can't we just rely on her coaxing?

Tong Nan kicked Song Yinchi, "Get lost!"

With bright red nail polish and Fangxin's soft skin, she is cute even when she is angry. Song Yinchi pinched Tong Nan's ankle and said in a low voice, "I have something to do that day."

The voice is delicate and gentle, like a quiet moonlight.

The skin pinched by the opponent's palm exudes scorching heat.

Tong Nan bit his lower lip, moved his leg, and the moth with the tattoo on it seemed to fly away. Song Yinchi lowered his eyes, and the strength in his hand became a little heavier uncontrollably. In exchange for Tong Nan's hard struggle and a cry Low chime.

"open."

The ending sound is soft and boneless, more like coquettish.

Song Yinchi's whole heart softened, as if he was swimming in warm water, he explained in a warm voice: "I have a performance, and I can't shirk it."

Tong Nan pointed to the door and repeated: "Don't explain to me, you go."

Song Yinchi picked up the magazine that Tong Nan threw on the ground, patted off the non-existent ashes on it, put it on the edge of the bed, then took the mobile phone, and finally took it to the door.

Tong Nan clearly saw her series of movements, and immediately after Song Yinchi left, he rubbed the ankle that Song Yinchi had rubbed twice, his skin turned red and pink, and the ridiculous nostalgia in his heart faded away.

First he was pissed off by Song Yinchi, and then he was pissed off by himself.She kindly wanted to take the other party to the auction and take a picture of the violin, but the other party didn't appreciate it.

Frankly speaking, I really want to see the grateful look on Song Yinchi's ice face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

But all in all, the starting point is good.

The more Tong Nan thought about it, the more angry he became, and he refused to talk to Song Yinchi for two days.

A private auction, the location is chosen in the villa estate.

The car crossed the path, and the light from the street lamps penetrated the well-trimmed branches and spilled into the car.It probably happened at an unfortunate time, the traffic was moving slowly, Tong Nan supported his head, and looked lazily into the distance.

Not long after passing a gate, the exterior of the villa can already be seen from here.The lawn was full of laughter, goblets were piled up, expensive wine dripped down layer by layer, and the bright lights of the villa splashed out. At this time, half of the sky was brilliant.

Tong Nan got out of the car, and a Beta waiter immediately stepped forward to check the invitation letter and allowed him to enter.

Taking a glass of wine, Tong Nan passed through a wall of wisterias, windmills and jasmines. With a graceful figure, Tong Nan walked up the steps slowly. The champagne-colored skirt spread loosely, as if stardust had fallen on it.

There are banquets in the villa, and the auction is actually more like a way to socialize.

As soon as Tong Nanfu appeared, he attracted the attention of most of the people on the scene—the money-sprinkling "model worker" at the auction, and all the things that others didn't want fell into her pocket.

Someone came up to chat with the little Dinor princess, but Tong Nan didn't give him an extra chance, just nodded lightly, and sat down at the seat with his name on it.

Visitors came in one after another.At a quarter past seven, the host came to the stage to make an announcement.

During the three hot shows, Tong Nan ate something hastily, then crossed his legs, swung his wine glass, and looked at the stage with gleam in his eyes.

But some far-fetched thoughts came to my mind.

Just after the dance show, an orchestra is playing Vivaldi's "Four Seasons Spring". Tong Nan took a sip of wine, relaxing his nerves and wandering in the cheerful music.There seems to be a picture scroll of bright spring sunshine in front of my eyes, with fresh branches and leaves, full of vitality.

Solo part for violin.

The woman standing a little ahead is wearing a black cheongsam, with large clusters of white roses clinging to it, with slits reaching to the bottom of her legs, thick and slim.Wearing a feather mask on the face, only a white jaw is exposed, with exquisite and smooth lines.

The lights were dim, but she was like a unique luminous body, just standing there attracted the attention of countless people.

Not to mention the superb craftsmanship.Vivaldi's piece is extremely famous and has been played by many masters, and her solo is undoubtedly excellent, almost at the textbook level without any slight flaws.

Tong Nan was slightly stunned, twisting the handle of the cup with his fingertips, thinking of Song Yinchi inexplicably.

Who is better, she or Song Yinchi?

Probably drunk.Otherwise, why would Song Yinchi's name pop up in his head again.

Tong Nan put the cup aside, rubbed his temples, and found that his drinking capacity was getting worse and worse. Since he had Song Yinchi by his side, the frequency of participating in outside activities had indeed decreased.

This is not a good phenomenon.

Tong Nan secretly warned himself not to disturb the normal life because of Song Yinchi's appearance, otherwise her evacuation would inevitably cause a not-so-easy disturbance.

Tong Nan Zhiyi, the figure on the stage gradually turned into the face in his mind.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but before the orchestra left the stage, the cheongsam violinist looked this way.

It really made Tong Nan's heart sway.

Then the host changed to the stage and said a lot, and then there was another long-winded speech by the host.

At eight o'clock, the auction officially began.

Tong Nan's willingness to come is nothing more than Tong Shiwen's promise of enough benefits, as long as she likes anything, she can take pictures, and her sister will pay for it.

My sister is so rich, what else is Tong Nan unwilling to do?

Calligraphy and painting, antique ornaments, the asking price is mediocre.

Tong Nan covered his lips and yawned, his eyes were full of water, he rubbed his chin, bored, but saw the auctioneer take out a pair of emerald earrings in the next second, which were translucent and crystal green.

"This is a work created by a world-renowned top jewelry designer. His works have participated in the London Master Exhibition and the French Art Fair..."

A high-definition picture of the earrings was displayed on the screen behind the auctioneer.

The real thing rotates 360°, and the details are clearly visible. The silver thread is in the shape of branches and leaves surrounding two drop-shaped Colombian emeralds. The blue diamonds are gradually curved and intersected, elegant and delicate, with a flowing natural atmosphere, and the back is embedded with garnets, rich in layers Clear, dreamy, magnificent.

Really beautiful, and from the hands of a master.There were more people raising placards and shouting prices in an instant, and the atmosphere of the audience was raised to a whole new level.

Tong Nan looked at the pictures with interest, squinted his beautiful fox eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on his knees twice, and directly increased the price by [-].Even though many people want to use it as a gift to make their wives and daughters happy, the actual base price of the earrings is only [-], and no one wants to compete with Tong Nan to be taken advantage of.

Someone added 40 more, and Tong Nan added [-] more like playing a game, and finally bought it at a high price of [-].

After all, the Tong family is a jewelry company. This kind of thing is used for research, and it may create far higher value than this in the future.The person next to him said "Congratulations", Tong Nan just smiled and didn't say much.

"This is the finale violin. I dare say that many people at the scene came for it?" The auctioneer was very good at setting off the atmosphere, "It is a masterpiece of the Italian master violin maker. There are only a few works left by the master in the world, and This famous piano, which was completed in 1764, is a perfect antique handicraft..."

Tong Nan took a sip of his wine, took out the mint candy from the small bag and put one in his mouth.

Suddenly a cold voice came from the box upstairs, "800 million." The box was turned into the organizer's staff setting, Tong Nan raised his eyebrows in surprise, usually they are watching the theater, unexpectedly this time there were also people outcry.

Besides, why does this voice feel so familiar...

The starting price was 500 million, and this person directly added 300 million. It seemed that he was bound to win it, but it was a pity that the person he met was himself.

Tong Nan smiled. Just as he was about to raise his sign, he saw a loud voice coming from the corner.

"2000 million!"

Looking at the reputation, Tong Nan's complexion gradually turned cold, and the annoying spirit Yang Zhengming was also there...

In this case, she must get Qin today.

"3000 million." Tong Nan directly asked for 1000 million.

In the private room, Song Yinchi frowned with two thin eyebrows. Coupled with her cold face, the fresh white roses painted on the cheongsam looked even more holy and inviolable.

Did Tong Nan come to throw money for fun?How can there be such a price...

Song Yinchi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, glanced at Yang Zhengming in the corner who was wearing a blue suit, felt disgusted in his heart, and rang the service bell to call someone.

"Go and tell Mr. Yang that his budget is not enough for 3000 million, so let him take it easy. And...does he not plan to take the land for the final auction?"

Song Yinchi sneered.