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  Han Xiaoye directly ignored her provocation, and just took a sip of water from the teacup, when he saw Han Junqing holding up a sign next to her, "17 million."

   "Pfft!"

  Han Xiaoye spit out all the water!

   She tugged on Han Junqing's clothes and lowered her voice, "Are you crazy? Where did you get 17 million?"

   "You can rest assured, little girl. I have saved all the company's dividends over the years, and I have earned a fortune by working abroad. There are still 17 million."

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help roaring, "There's a fart! There are no flowers like this!"

   "Eighteen million." The woman at the same table raised the sign again.

   Seeing that Han Junqing was about to move, Han Xiaoye squeezed his hands abruptly, "Don't shoot." Anyone who gives her 17,000 can laugh and wake up. This prodigal wants to spend 17 million on a gamble. Really uncle can bear, sister-in-law can't bear it!

   "Humph~" A contemptuous snort sounded.

  Han Xiaoye looked up and saw the woman who raised the price with Han Junqing proudly raised the corner of his mouth.

   She clenched her fists and held down the furious Han Junqing without saying a word.

  Sometimes it’s important to fight for a breath, but when you can’t fight, you can only learn to swallow.

   "Eighteen million once." The auctioneer raised the hammer, "Eighteen million twice."

"thirty million."

   The man's low, hoarse voice came from behind.

  Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of the person who came. They all wanted to see who made a lot of money.

   "Fu Zhiyan!"

   "It's Fu Zhiyan!"

  Han Xiaoye suddenly stood up when he heard the exclamations around him.

   The man who broke in had a straight suit and was imprisoned by his ascetic beauty. Every move and every move had a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

   He walked straight to the booth, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Who wants to bid?" Arrogant, domineering!

   Just when everyone thought that there was no suspense about the ownership of the crown, a sign on the upper left was raised lazily.

"Forty million."

   Why is this voice so familiar? Han Xiaoye looked in the direction of the voice and met a pair of peach blossom eyes!

   She sat down abruptly and covered her face with a teacup.

Depend on! Who told her why Quan Ronglian was here!

   Watching someone hide with a guilty conscience, Quan Ronglian raised her brows, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily. He turned his head recklessly and looked directly at the noble and unparalleled man on the stage, provocatively pointing out, "Fu Shao, I'm so sorry, I also like what you like. I don't know what humility is. It can only be loved by people.”

   There was an uproar in the audience.

  Fu Zhiyan narrowed his eyes dangerously, a bit of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his tone was calm and unwavering, "Eighty million."

   "Eight...80 million..." The auctioneer stammered.

  Han Xiaoye's brain exploded with fireworks.

  80 million! Her flesh hurts.

   Quan Ronglian didn't talk nonsense, "One hundred million." Whether it was a crown or a woman, he didn't plan to back down when he saw it.

   Yin Jue's mouth twitched, reminding him, "Rong Lian, I don't have that much money to sprinkle you, so take it easy."

   "Who said that the lord will use yours?" Peach blossom eyed condescendingly.

  Yin Jue was taken aback, "What do you mean? Could it be that you want...?"

   "In order to save the errant girl who is about to fall into incest, I am ready to give up my life to become a Buddha." What he said was true or false, and it was estimated that only he knew that there was some sincerity in his casual smile.

  Yin Jue sucked in a breath, "Aren't you trapped in the door? Are you really going to fight for Han Xiaoye and Fu Zhiyan?"

   "That's right." Quan Ronglian affirmed the answer he least wanted, "I like that girl."

   During their brief conversation, the people on stage had given the number, "One hundred and fifty million."

   The auctioneer was so shocked that he lost his voice, "...150 million?!"

  The audience was buzzing constantly.

  This crown is worth more than 10 million at most, and it has no other function except collection. If it weren't for the name of the protagonist of the dinner party, no one would buy it.

   "Fu Zhiyan is crazy." Yin Jue couldn't move the muscles on his face, and murmured, "Why do you buy this thing for 150 million yuan?"

   Quan Ronglian glanced at Han Xiaoye, who was also shocked and stunned, and sneered, "Who knows." She said so, but she didn't stop to hold the placard, "One hundred and seventy million."

   "****! Rong Lian, you are crazy too!" Yin Er Gongzi, who has always called himself a noble son, couldn't help but swear.

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at their table indifferently, and opened and closed his thin and ruthless lips, "200 million."

  Han Xiaoye silently counted how many zeros there are in the next 200 million. It was not the pain in the flesh, but the pain and numbness of the whole person.

  200 million... Fortunately, she is not a man. If she were a man, he would fall in love with a prodigal man like Fu Zhiyan, and it would not be enough for him to open his mouth by selling his underwear.

  Han Junqing is also the first time to see this kind of battle, and quietly leaned into Han Xiaoye's ear, "Little sister, do these two have any grudges?"

   "No." Han Xiaoye answered him seriously, "They are not enmity, they are sick!" A terminally ill incurable disease!

  Han Junqing's character is upright, she was stunned for a while, but she really believed, "What's wrong?"

  Han Xiaoye angrily swept over the man on the stage, gritted his teeth, "Psychopath!"

  Quan Ronglian had pointed ears, and when she heard someone's eloquent sentence of neuropathy, she hooked the corner of her mouth, and her rose-colored lips enticed her soul. He shrugged his shoulders and said lazily, "220 million."

   "That... Excuse the two of you." The auctioneer's momentum was weak, "The 200 million yuan has reached the ceiling price. So in the end, this crown belongs to Fu Shao."

   The smile in Quan Ronglian Taohua's eyes suddenly cooled down.

  Fu Zhiyan's outline was as cold as a knife, he glanced at him from a distance, took the box handed over by the hostess, and raised the corner of his mouth, "I said it, it's mine."

   Quan Ronglian narrowed her eyes sharply!

  Yin Jue had never seen him look so rude, and said comfortably, "Forget it, it's just a crown."

   "You don't understand." It was just a crown at first, but from the moment he started bidding, it wasn't a crown they were fighting for. But - Han Xiaoye!

   Quan Ronglian watched him pass through the crowd, and in the eyes of everyone in disbelief, she put the 200 million-dollar crown on the head of the stiff wooden girl. His cold eyes seemed to melt as if ice and snow had melted, revealing a gentle look, "It really suits you."

  ——He actually took it for Han Xiaoye!

  Everyone turned to petrified in the wind, just like they had clicked acupuncture points. Especially at the same table with Han Xiaoye, the woman who deliberately provoked just now, her face was blue and white, which was extremely ugly!

  Two billion! A full two hundred million!

   The legendary big bucks are nothing more than that!