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At the beginning of the auction dinner, after the person in charge came to the stage and finished speaking, there will be a warm-up performance.

As one of the performers tonight, Yan Kun came over from Lei Shao in a hurry, and rushed into the dressing room in a hurry.

After 10 minutes, he turned himself into a cute and handsome little fresh meat, sitting in the lounge waiting to play.

Mu Zixing brought him a cup of warm water and came in, "Moisten your throat first."

"Thank you Brother Xing!" Yan Kun took the cup and said happily.

Mu Zixing sat down next to him, and the two looked at the stage through the screen together. During the waiting time, the depression that was ignored by Lan Jing came back.

"Brother Xing, does Brother Lan also work in the entertainment industry?" He asked Mu Zixing.

Mu Zixing said no.

"That's weird..." Yan Kun muttered to himself, "Why does he hate me?"

He can guarantee that he has never offended such a person, and he doesn't know why the other party's attitude is so cold. He couldn't figure it out, and depressedly stroked the hairstyle he had just made.

"Then what does he do? Brother Lei seems to have a good relationship with him."

Mu Zixing glanced at him, then lowered his head and stared at the thin calluses on his fingertips that had been worn out by years of gun training, and said after a while, "Because he is like your brother."

"What's wrong with my brother?" Yan Kun didn't know why.

Mu Zixing stared at him without saying a word.

Yan Kun looked at him, and after a long time, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said, "Damn it!"

Although his mind was simple, he didn't think of anything at the time, but after mentioning it, he would understand it.

"Fuck! He's my brother's substitute!?"

Yan Kun's shocked mouth opened into an O shape, and his appearance was quite funny. This discovery took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Then does he know?"

"What?" Mu Zixing asked.

Yan Kun said, "Does he know that he may be used as someone else's substitute by Brother Lei?"

Mu Zixing shook his head.

Yan Kun opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, he suddenly felt that Lan Jing was a bit pitiful.

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After talking with Lei Shao, Lan Jing wanted to leave, but at the insistence of the other party to stay, he followed him into the venue.

Lei Shao took the stage to deliver a speech, and he found a corner to stay.

As a result, as soon as he was seated, he saw someone approaching slowly.

"Why are you here?" Lan Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Come to Boss Lei to redeem you." Cong Lang stood in front of him and said with a smile.

Lan Jing snorted, too lazy to expose his lies, put his arms on the back of the sofa, and looked at him playfully, "You are not afraid that people will not agree, so I will chop you up and feed you to the fish."

Cong Lang smiled and said, "If I answer that it's for you, it's worth dying for. Will you be happy?"

Lan Jing's eyes flickered, and he said, "How can I get back up after you're dead?"

"Impossible in this life." Cong Lang sat down next to Lan Jing, leaned closer to what he was about to say, and the price of the first exhibit that was auctioned had already started to be called.

He stopped and stared at the stage.

Lan Jing also glanced at it from a distance, and asked, "Is there anything you want?"

Cong Lang nodded.

He didn't want to come to the dinner tonight, but there was a diamond named Pink Lover in the auction that his grandma had been talking about for a long time.

Cong Lang kept looking for it, but Lei Shao took it into his pocket.

Lan Jing started laughing from the moment Cong Lang took the finale diamond, and couldn't stop laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Cong Lang looked at him with the corner of his mouth curled up.

Lan Jing pointed to the huge pink diamond in his hand, "Hey, are you going to use this thing to chase after your sweetheart?"

"Why, no?" Cong Lang asked with a smile.

Lan Jing waved his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I just didn't expect..."

"I'm so vulgar?" Cong Lang finished the sentence for him.

Lan Jing didn't refute, and stretched out his hand to gesture, "When you young masters are chasing people, besides giving money, watches, cars, houses, and diamonds... don't you have any innovations?"

"You don't like these?" Cong Lang asked.

"I like it." Lan Jing smiled and said calmly, "I'm just a layman."

"That's good," Cong Lang stretched out his hand towards Lan Jing, Lan Jing didn't dodge, but was pinched by the ear, and then he felt a slight sting, something was pierced on the ear hole.

Lan Jing took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera to take a look. There was a small and delicate blue diamond on his earlobe.

"What do you mean?" Lan Jing raised his eyebrows.

Then he heard the other party say in a deep and sexy voice, "Zan sent you off, will your people send me off?"