Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 310 The man handed the two boxes to her. Even though Song Yuanda frowned coldly and pulled her wrist to make her sit down, Yao Beier still couldn't hold back the surging emotions.

It would be fine if someone else bid the price, but it was Duan Zijin.

What the woman said earlier had already disgraced her in front of everyone, what is going on now, is Duan Zijin going to compete with her for what she likes?

What's more, this is not just something she "sees", but something she must get.

In the end, it was Song Yuanda who spoke in a low voice, with a cold tone that was unusual for her, "Bei Er, don't lose your sense of proportion, sit down!"

After all, he is also a leader. If he really raises his temper and puts on a straight face, most people can't stand it.

Yao Bei'er sat down without embarrassment under his quiet and powerful gaze, but her fingers kept twisting the hem of the evening dress, her posture of a little woman who was too nervous, revealing her flustered imperceptibly .

Her appearance aroused Song Yuanda's desire to protect as a man. He put his arms around her in one hand, and raised the bidding card with the other: "One thousand and one million."

Yao Beier stared straight at the back of the head of the woman in the front row. The woman's soft and shiny long hair tightened her pulse and trachea like a rope, making her suffocate for a moment.

But the woman who bid the price didn't even turn her head back, and she didn't care how the people behind her lost their composure, she just gently curled the corners of her lips, her laughter was like a clear spring, the still water flowed deep, and there was a faint chill that pierced the bones, "One Five million."

Everyone present cast strange glances at this woman at the same time.

She first donated a national treasure-level auction item, and then casually bid for it.

Even Mr. Song of Yuanda can only call for 100 million or 100 million, but she directly calls for 400 million or 400 million.

Although everyone couldn't see it, they could vaguely see an invisible backing mountain around her elegant and slim figure, suppressing the audience, making everyone seem small and insignificant in front of that mountain.

The middle-aged man sitting next to Duan Zijin also turned his head and looked at her with a little surprise.

Does this woman know what 500 million is?The words that spit out from her flaming red lips are so easy, but their meanings are so unbelievable, as if she is just using white money as numbers - who is the backer behind her?

Ignoring the gazes of everyone around him, Duan Zijin just lowered his eyes, playing with the small-sized cards tied on his wrists, and hitting the silver cards with his fingernails, making a slight sound, with a unique rhythm, showing Show her extraordinarily good patience.

Her calm and breezy contrast made the women in the back row extremely anxious.

Song Yuanda winked at Assistant Sun in the front row again.

Assistant Sun hurriedly smiled and said, "Miss Duan, as far as I know, the price of the necklace you donated yourself is more than a hundred times that of this one. You can donate that rare treasure as you please, so why bother to compete with Mr. Song?" What about this penniless one?"

The smile on Duan Zijin's lips deepened. Before she could speak, she heard the silent man next to her open his mouth in a low voice: "Yuyou, I'll give you what you want. This one is too cheap to match you. .”

The man's words made Duan Zijin's movements slightly paused, she turned her head, a pair of autumn-like eyes sparkled with a smile, and carelessly brushed her hair, "I don't like the ones you gave, I just like them." This one."

She didn't turn off the microphone when she spoke, and her voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the microphone.

The expressions of all the people in the room changed, and some people began to guess, who is the sacred voice of the man with a low magnetic field and a mellow voice captured by the microphone just now?

Under the double pressure from his own boss and Mr. Song, Assistant Sun was so anxious that his smile was uglier than crying, "Miss Duan...Mr. Jiang, look at this..."

The man's eyes were dark and boundless, and every inch of his handsome face was full of bitter chill and endless meaning. His eyes fell on the woman's delicate side face. No one could guess what this man with a heart as deep as the ocean was. Thinking about something.

Duan Zijin smiled slightly, and said to Assistant Sun: "It's useless for you to find Mr. Jiang. Who doesn't know that Ms. Yao sitting in the back was once Mr. Jiang's heart? Although Laoyan is separated now, Jiang A gentleman who is always famous will never kill his ex-lover. If he were to take pictures of this item, Mr. Jiang would probably give it to her with a wave of his hand. Assistant Sun, you don't have to ask him, this necklace I took it for myself. After I took it down, I will also pay for the 500 million yuan."

Assistant Sun was stunned by Duan Zijin's words.

It was only then that she suddenly realized that Miss Yao in the back had indeed been entangled in public opinion and scandals with this outstanding man for a time.

Looking at his current attitude towards Miss Duan, I'm afraid that one of these two ladies is his ex-girlfriend with a deep love, and the other is a woman who is currently seeking to please.

What will Boss Jiang do?

Anyone with a little bit of brains can understand the seriousness. If Ms. Duan doesn't get this necklace, it's just a little unhappy, but if Ms. Yao doesn't get this necklace, she might be thrown into prison.

The man just looked at Duan Zijin's smiling face, pursed his lips for a long time and said nothing.

Rao Duan Zijin had already expected that he would not really do anything to Yao Beier, but the smile in his eyes still gradually became indifferent.

"Miss Duan." Assistant Sun said with a mournful face, "Everyone here is not arguing for this necklace because of Mr. Song's face. Do you think it's convenient to sell Mr. Song a favor?"

Duan Zijin's tepid eyes glanced across Jiang Lin's face inadvertently, and then the smile on his brows became more gentle, "They gave Mr. Song face because of their friendship. I and Mr. Song have never met before. Isn't it a little far away to sell favors? What's more, I have no grievances with Mr. Song, and he scolded me openly and secretly with guns and sticks as soon as he came up. I am a small-minded person, and I hate others the most Splash dirty water on me."

Assistant Sun was a little confused, "Mr. Song...has offended you?"

"The scheming person he said just now that drove Ms. Yao to a corner is me." Duan Zi held his chin in his hands and smiled coquettishly, "When he took the pot, he didn't think about Save some face for me? If I don't really do something to drive Ms. Yao into a desperate situation, how can I be worthy of Mr. Song's high evaluation of me?"

Just when Assistant Sun was speechless, Song Yuanda finally couldn't sit still, and finally called the price once: "One price, 800 million."

The woman's slender fingers curled up slightly, she raised her number plate with a cold brow.

"3000."

What came out of the loudspeaker was a man's, slow voice.

For the third time, the audience was in an uproar.

Following the gaze of the host, the camera focused on the handsome and dignified man in a suit and leather shoes sitting in the first row.

When his figure appeared on the big screen, Yao Bei'er's pupils constricted suddenly, as if someone had hit her cerebellum hard, and she lost all feeling in an instant.

Duan Zijin also looked at him in surprise.

Jiang Lin stood up slowly under her gaze, but turned his calm gaze to Song Yuanda, with a man's usual indifference in his voice: "President Song, I don't intend to give you this necklace. It is meaningful to continue to fight, and we can continue to raise prices.”

Everyone was a little bored, when did the legacy Jiang always sit quietly in the VIP seat?

Didn't he never attend such occasions?

Song Yuanda clenched his fist, the muscles on his forearm were tense, and the blood vessels protruded.

Although the man in front of him was a round younger than him, the difference in height could be seen from the seats the two of them were sitting on.

For that man's wealth and achievements, he was incredibly young.

Jiang Lin's heartless words were like defeating others without a fight.

Song Yuanda even lost his momentum, so he could only smile dryly, "Since it's something Mr. Jiang likes, I can only be as beautiful as an adult."

The man nodded, "Then thank you, Mr. Song."

After speaking, he turned around and sat down.

His appearance was like dropping a torpedo into the water at the meeting place. After it exploded, it gradually returned to calm.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Yao Bei'er felt tens of thousands of arrows piercing her heart in an instant. From the beginning to the end, the man didn't even look at her.

No matter what outsiders say about Jiang Lin's affection for her, she has never been proud of it.Because of the relationship, only the two parties understand it in their hearts.

It's like she is the only one in the whole world who can feel this man's ruthlessness and indifference because he has never loved her for even a single minute in the past few years.

After he finished taking pictures of the necklace, Duan Zijin sat on the seat like a wooden man, frowning his soft eyebrows occasionally, as if he was thinking about something very seriously, but every time he finished thinking, he would fall into a deeper loss.

After the auction was over, the man handed over the two boxes to her, and Duan Zijin somehow took them and opened them.

The first box is the necklace Yao Beier wanted.

In the second box is the priceless pigeon blood red she donated to the organizer.

The man looked at her lightly, and said in a low voice, "Are these two necklaces enough to give you another chance to take you home?"