Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

Ying Zaizhou at the school gate was shaking his legs anxiously.

Let him wait again!This is the second time!He rarely gives people chances over and over again!

Besides, he escaped from the organization today.

Seeing that the time for the auction was getting closer, Ying Zhou paused as he circled his hands on his knees and picked up his phone.

Haven't you already added him as a friend?Why don't you tell him if you don't come out of the booth!

Ying Zaizhou couldn't sit still and couldn't help looking out the car window.

Suddenly, I found that there seemed to be a lot less food stalls at the school gate today than usual.

Is it because the children don't go to school on weekends?

"Mr. Ying, it's time. Shall we go to the auction first?" Secretary Li started the car and asked in a low voice.

Ying Zaizhou curled his lips. He originally wanted to take Bian Yunluo to make a new look, and then lead people to the auction, but he didn't expect to see anyone.

Didn't everyone say yesterday that they were going to give Xiao O a surprise, and they didn't wait for him obediently.

Ying Zaizhou instantly lost interest in the auction and wanted to visit Bian Yunluo's house.

"No..." Just as he said the refusal, Ying Zaizhou suddenly saw his face in the side view mirror.

With a sad face, she looked like an abandoned woman.

Ying Zaizhou's expression froze, he didn't expect the plot to affect him so much.

How could he be affected by the so-called plot, he is a cold-hearted killer boss.

"Go to the auction!" Ying Zaizhou waved his hand, deciding on the destination.

Secretary Li silently glanced at Ying Zaizhou in the rearview mirror.

Mr. Ying was very anxious, so anxious that he didn't even bother to change his clothes, so he planned to go directly to the auction.

It is said to be an auction, but it is actually more like a banquet.

The guests handed the invitation letter to the doorman, and then the welcoming lady took their seats.

After the auction is over, the guests will be taken to the next door for a dinner.

As someone on the sponsor's side, Bian Yunluo and his employer were waiting in the background for the event to start.

Bai Jue, who was wearing a white suit, kept spinning in front of Bian Yunluo, looking very nervous.

It was the first time Bian Yunluo saw him so nervous.

"Xiaoyun, you can't make mistakes today." Bai Jue suddenly sat down beside Bian Yunluo, shaking his legs, "Don't be nervous."

Bian Yunluo, who was still trying to get used to the contact lenses, blinked and nodded: "Okay, I will try my best."

In fact, he felt that Bai Jue needed to relax more.

"Let me tell you, today I invited a big shot." Bai Jue approached mysteriously.

"That's someone who covers the sky with one hand in the business circle. We're going to talk about a cooperation recently, and we have to make a good impression on him today."

Bai Jue is nearly thirty years old, and always likes to call Bian Yunluo "Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun".

He is a straightforward character who can't hide things in his heart.

Bian Yunluo put down today's host draft and nodded.

After receiving the money, he will naturally do his job well.

"Boss Bai! We're almost here, and we're about to start." The secretary knocked on the door and reminded me.

Bian Yunluo instantly felt the people around him froze, not even daring to shake his legs.

It appears that there are indeed heavyweights today.

"Small, Xiaoyun." Bai Jue wept bitterly, unable to speak fluently: "I'm nervous."

His psychological endurance is not good, and he can handle small scenes, but when he thinks of the people sitting below, he gets nervous.

Bian Yunluo doesn't know how to comfort others. He is usually nervous or sad, so he can just be coaxed with small snacks.

He subconsciously put his hand into his trouser pocket, and his fingers touched the cold and hard metal object.

It was the accessory that the stylist gave him before going out.

On the way, Bian Yunluo was still trying to get used to the contact lenses and forgot about it.

Bian Yunluo groped, and seemed to have touched a ring.

"Mr. Bai." Bian Yunluo interrupted Bai Jue's rambling voice, "This was consecrated by an eminent monk."

He solemnly gave the ring to Bai Jue: "It can keep you safe and bring you good fortune."

"Ah?" Bai Jue was taken aback, "Really, really."

Bian Yunluo nodded seriously.

Maybe it's because Bian Yunluo never jokes and is always serious.

Subconsciously, Bai Jue put on the ring without doubting it, unexpectedly he seemed to be less nervous than before.

"It seems that it is really useful." Bai Jue looked at the ring on his hand stupidly, "Then, Xiao Yun, what should you do?"

Bian Yunluo took out all the things in his pocket, and took them one by one: "There are still many."

Bai Jue scratched his head, fully aware that Bian Yunlu was coaxing him: "Eminent monk, you are quite dedicated."

"Boss Bai, it's starting." The secretary urged again.

In the arena, Ying Zaizhou, who was arranged alone on the high platform, had a stinky face.

"Secretary Li, how long have you been waiting, why haven't you started yet?" Ying Zaizhou asked angrily.

Secretary Li looked at the time: "We have just been seated for about a minute, Mr. Ying."

Ying Zaizhou made a gasp, propped his chin angrily, and looked down.

The curtain is drawn.

Impatient, Ying Zaizhou straightened up suddenly, staring straight at the people on the stage.

Bian Yunluo raised his hand to adjust the microphone. On his fingers, a combination of knuckle rings and rings encircled Bian Yunluo's slender and fair hands.

Not only did it not add a bit of liveliness to him as the stylist imagined, but it made him even more unattainable.

Fluent English sounded.

Ying Zaizhou didn't listen carefully to what Bian Yunluo said, he couldn't see clearly from a height.

And the big screen in the private room has been showing a close-up of Bai Jue who is beside Bian Yunluo.

Ying Zaizhou couldn't help pressing the armrest of the seat, and leaned forward, trying to see the people on the stage clearly through the French windows in front of him.

That's right, although I couldn't see it clearly, it was definitely Bian Yunluo.

How could he, who had been guarding the school gate for a long time, appear here?

Ying Zaizhou was scratching his head, but the camera finally showed Bian Yunluo.

The "little wife" stands tall and straight, with exquisite beauty. Although she is thousands of miles away from others, she can't help but want to get close.

He didn't wear glasses, and his eyebrows and eyes were clearly exposed after combing his hair up.

His dark gray eyes were very transparent under the light.

The icy temperament is fully displayed, like a bright moon wrapped in the winter night sky, hard to touch, exuding brilliance.

Ying's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after four years, he saw the little red mole on Bian Yunluo's forehead again.

Ying Zaizhou stared closely at Bian Yunluo on the screen.

"Little Wife"'s eyes were a little red, exactly the same as four years ago.

In fact, Ying Zaizhou can't remember clearly the day they had sex.

But he vaguely remembered that Bian Yunluo cried, like a proud and aloof cat when someone forcibly turned it over and sucked its belly.

He wanted to resist, but he could only let out a soft cry with tears in his eyes.

Ying Zaizhou raised his hand to cover his lips, he knew why Bian Yunluo appeared here.

I'm afraid it's for extra money.

Ever since he learned about Bian Yunluo's situation, he found many books describing the life of the people at the bottom.

It seems like a lot of burden for them to raise a child.

The camera briefly scanned the bidders below, and Ying Zaizhou's hand on the armrest suddenly tightened.

He doesn't like the impolite eyes of some people

Bian Yunluo, a traveler, must have struggled a lot to memorize today's manuscript.

Sure enough, you should marry someone back home as soon as possible.

How could his people suffer this kind of suffering for such a small amount of money!

The camera sticks to Bai Jue's face again.

Ying Zaizhou, who was about to cooperate with Bai Jue again, automatically displayed Bai Jue's information in his mind.

Bai Jue, 28 years old, has been in office for two years. He has good management skills, but his mentality is fragile and he has very little courage.

His appearance is above average, and it is definitely not comparable to his peerless appearance. Needless to say, his ability, there are few people who can catch up with him.

And already engaged, no competition.

You should pull your suit in the state and straighten your back.

When the auction is over, he will show Bian Yunluo what is the real charm.

Bian Yunluo and Bai Jue's task is simple, they just need to make a brief introduction before the auction starts.

When the auction really starts, it's nothing to do with them.

The pair have now stepped back behind the scenes.

Bai Jue let out a long breath, and twirled the ring on his finger: "Xiao Yun, you are really good at this, which temple's eminent monk are you?"

He also went to say goodbye when he was free.

Bian Yunluo answered irrelevantly: "Will that big shot also attend the banquet?"

"I'm not sure. When he leaves depends entirely on his mood." Bai Jue rubbed his chin, he really didn't know Ying Zaizhou's preferences.

"I'll tell you about the eminent monk after the banquet is over." Bian Yunluo blinked his dry eyes uncomfortably.

Let's tell the truth later, lest Bai Jue have any problems at the banquet.

The room where the two are located can also see the auction site, and there are some melon and fruit snacks on the table.

Bai Jue chatted with him nonchalantly: "By the way, where's your little nephew?"

Bian Yunluo always pays special attention to the time when picking up jobs. After asking, Bai Jue found out that he still has to pick up the children every day.

"Secretary Yang helped arrange it." Bian Yunluo replied lightly. He also called the teacher in the care class and sent a photo of Secretary Yang.

The reserve prices of objects on the auction site kept rising, and Bai Jue gradually focused all his attention on the auction.

Bian Yunluo sat quietly, holding a glass, and unconsciously rubbed her slender fingers on it.

The knuckle ring collided with the wall of the cup, making subtle noises from time to time.

He felt a little guilty. He had just paid off the debt a while ago, and sent some money to his sister, and there was not much left in his savings.

But Mian Mian's birthday is coming soon, and the kindergarten is about to start, today's activities can be said to have solved his urgent needs.

However, for more than three years, he seldom let others pick up Mianmian, wondering if the little guy would cry.

Bian Yunluo pursed her lips, feeling guilty.

He was overjoyed at the thought of being able to pay off the debt, and accidentally ignored the problems that followed.

"Tsk, it can't be Ying Jia, he's really rich and powerful." Bai Jue who was beside him couldn't help sighing, and brought Bian Yunluo back to his thoughts.

He looked up at the screen in front of him.