Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 308 Isn't it too heartless to donate someone else's heart?Hearing the sound, Duan Zijin glanced at him sideways, showing a slightly ambiguous smile.

This smile was engraved in the man's eyes, and it was inexplicably sharp to hurt people.

She withdrew her gaze, and her brown pupils stared calmly at the golden Buddha statue on the stage, which was worth a lot of money just by looking at it. Suddenly, she heard the host hand over the microphone to Mr. Song himself, asking him to say a few words .

Immediately afterwards, an elderly voice with a bit of majesty and conceit spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker, and the tone was faintly pretentious and hypocritical, making Duan Zijin feel uncomfortable listening to it.

"I, Song Yuanda, have made a lot of money in my life, but I never thought of doing charity. It was Belle who changed my mind. I feel very lucky to meet such a kind woman like Belle in my lifetime."

As he spoke, there was a slight discussion in the audience, probably talking about the scandal that happened to Yao Beier three years ago.

Song Yuanda's eyebrows turned cold, and his tone became much sharper, "I know that everyone has a deep prejudice against Belle, but who didn't make mistakes when they were young? Knowing mistakes can make a big difference, not to mention I believe that falling into a trough like Belle's is still possible. The woman who persuaded me to do some good deeds for the children in the mountainous area would have done extreme actions back then, and it would never be for no reason. Everyone knows how powerful the media and public opinion are. clear."

Song Yuanda is worthy of being the leader of the group. He speaks in a clear and convincing manner, and guides the people in the audience who don't know why. It was the victim who was driven to the point of desperation by some scheming people, and then poured a basin of dirty water on her to slander her and kill her. Time will tell everything. Someone else."

His last words were sonorous and forceful, echoing in the deadly silence of the venue for a long time.

After a while, some people began to waver.

As Duan Zijin listened, he narrowed his brown eyes, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but his nails were tightly dug into his palms.

Either beauty is capital, or Yao Beier really deserves to die, and the bosses next to her are really devoted to her.

From a distance of less than half a meter, Duan Zijin could clearly feel the huge and cold oppressive force emanating from the tall and straight body of the man beside him.

To say that the oppressive force is a bit too gentle, it is simply a kind of dark and dark evil spirit.

Just when the man was about to get up, he suddenly heard the woman beside him ask lightly: "How much is this Buddha statue worth?"

The man looked at her, his tone was stiff and unnatural after suppressing his anger in front of her, "The starting price is 400 million."

"Oh."

Jiang Lin saw the corner of the woman's lips raised, and heard her whispering with a smile: "Spent more than 400 million to buy Miss Yao's innocent reputation, this Song Yuanda is really willing to spend money on her."

For a moment, he couldn't grasp the meaning behind her secretive tone, so he fixed his black eyes on her. For a moment, he stretched out his hand and turned her face to examine her carefully. His voice was low and hoarse, "Unhappy?"

"It's fine if I really die in prison." Duan Zijin pushed his hand away, and said slowly, "No matter how much she smears me to clean myself up, I will close my eyes and keep my ears clean. But I'm sitting here right now..."

As she spoke, she held her chin and smiled softly, "I really don't feel very comfortable."

After finishing speaking, she paused for a few seconds, turned her head and smiled at him, "By the way, how did you break up? Didn't you guys still love each other when I went to prison?"

Although this has nothing to do with her, Duan Zijin couldn't help being curious, "Just now Song Yuanda said that someone poured a basin of dirty water to slander her and killed her. What does it mean? Who killed her? You did it? "

Her gentle and casual voice made the man's already cold and hard lines tense instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "There is no love, never, this is the retribution she deserves."

"Retribution? Let everyone shout and beat her like a street mouse?" Duan Zijin chuckled, "You are so ruthless, no wonder Song Yuanda has such a temper."

"long."

"Jiang Lin, sometimes I really don't understand you." She let go of the hand supporting her chin, and leaned on the soft back of the chair. Her chestnut hair made her fair face even brighter, but her smile was still persistent. The look of heart, "In order to protect her reputation, you can cruelly throw me into prison. Why did you start pouring dirty water on her again after I died?"

The man's eyes were dark and complex, and she couldn't see clearly what kind of expression was in his eyes when she was so close.

"Could it be because I died that you suddenly realized that you had gone too far?" The more Duan Zijin said, the smile on the corner of her mouth widened. She turned her head and stared straight at the Buddha statue on the stage. The dazzling gold was reflected in her brown eyes, and there was a kind of shining beauty.

"I can understand that for a man, what he can't get will always be cinnabar mole and white moonlight, and what he can get is mosquito blood and rice grains. If my mistake caused her death at the beginning, it is estimated that now My end will be the same as hers."

The man's strong chest suddenly trembled, and his voice was lowered, "Yuyou, do you think so?"

"Isn't it right to think so?" She said, "Then tell me, what do you want me to think?"

The man looked at her cool and quiet side face, from the bridge of the nose to the graceful curve of the chin to the neck, many words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter the last word.

She didn't give him a chance to think too long, curling her hair with her slender fingers, and said with a smile: "Forget it, needless to say, it's not important, and I don't really want to hear it."

After reporting the presents from Mr. Song and Yao Beier, the host finally brought up a black velvet box.

A smile floated on the woman's crimson lips, Jiang Lin could see it clearly, at that moment, he suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look at the stage.

"This donation is the most valuable in the audience today." The host put the box on the crystal holder that everyone can see, and continued to explain, "It just so happens that it was not long ago It is treasured in the Royal Exhibition Gallery in Melbourne. You may have heard that it was bought by a Chinese collector at a sky-high price, in order to give it to his sweetheart—”

The host said as he opened the box.

At the same time, expressions of astonishment appeared on the faces of the people present.

Even the handsome and steady man next to Duan Zijin, who wouldn't frown even if the sky fell, changed his face in the dazzling red light.

Amidst the exclamations off the court, the host's tone was also tinged with excitement, "27 top pigeon blood red, implying a beloved wife. This necklace is said to be an ornament worn by the princess at a famous royal wedding. Even the princess herself wore it only once, and it was collected by the Royal Exhibition Hall..."

The host is still introducing the necklace according to the manuscript.

The man closed his eyes, unable to listen to a word.

After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the woman's flowery smile, and smiled hoarsely, "Neither throw it nor destroy it, but you gave it to someone else?"

Duan Zijin heard the deep content in his tone, for some reason, he subconsciously clenched his fingers, but on the surface he just said calmly: "Didn't you say that what you give me is mine, can I handle it myself? If you don’t want it, donate it.”

The discussion in the audience grew louder, and no one knew who was willing to throw out such a large amount of money and donate a national treasure-level auction item at a charity dinner.

"Let us applaud Duan You and Miss Duan for their generosity!"

When the spotlight hit the first row of VIP seats, the woman in evening dress slowly stood up in the bright light.

The long skirt sets off her graceful curves, and her soft and bright hair like seaweed is scattered behind her. The back view alone is enough to make people imagine.

When she turned her head, everyone present was stunned.

This is Yu Cheng's banquet queen a few days ago!

Her eyes were gentle and peaceful, but there was always a hint of arrogance and laziness that could not be grasped in the dark. Through the dim air, it was like a kind of cold sarcasm, just inserted into Yao Beier's eyes without reservation. bottom of my heart.

When the four eyes meet, even if Duan Zijin can't see clearly, he can imagine the other person's gradually terrified expression, and can't help but smile lightly.

Yao Beier grabbed the armrest of the seat suddenly, her heart defense collapsed at an incredible speed, and her elegant mask was also shattered to the ground.

At this moment, she only had one thought in her mind——

She's alive, she's alive!Duan Zijin, this woman, she is still alive!

Slowly, Yao Beier gradually realized that she was not only alive, but that she could use a gift from another man on this occasion where she should be able to cleanse herself and gain a firm foothold in the upper class society. , easily stole all of her limelight!

She gritted her teeth, ignored Song Yuanda's astonishment and obstruction, stood up, sneered aggressively.

"This necklace not only symbolizes the word "beloved wife" because it is inlaid with 27 diamonds, but also because the color of the ruby ​​is bright red and strong, which symbolizes the heart of the heart. Sending it out means that the other party will give you their heart. Although I don't know who gave it to you Miss Duan is a rare treasure, but Miss Duan donating other people's hearts... Isn't it too heartless?"