Through the book Nine Zero, the boss's cannon fodder ex-wife awakened

Jiang Hanyan simply measured the auspicious days of the zodiac for the two of them, and quickly calculated the auspicious day, "The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is the best day. Getting married on this day will definitely be a loving couple, full of children and grandchildren, and a peaceful home."

Zhou's mother couldn't close her mouth with a smile, and said hurriedly: "Then this day, the time is a bit rushed, but there is still time, I will arrange it myself, and it must be a grand event in my hometown. Take it over for a drink, you can hold another one here in Shanghai, invite your friends to drink, and the betrothal gift should not be less, I will go back and discuss it with your sister."

The old lady, who was a little sick before, is now full of energy, as if she had been beaten with chicken blood. She is going home to have a wedding with her eldest daughter in a hurry. I'll do it."

"How can you do well, I have to watch it in person, that's all right, that's the deal."

Zhou's mother acted resolutely, and said that she was right, and she didn't neglect Guan Yao because she was married for the second time. She said that it must be grand, and there were many procedures that should be followed. She also asked Guan Yao to make an appointment with her family. wedding details.

The old lady's attitude warmed Guan Yao's heart. She originally thought that the wedding would be simple. After all, she is a second-married woman, and she is not too young, so I am sorry to make it too grand.

But the attitude of Zhou Yi's mother and son made her very happy. No matter how old a woman is, they all hope to have a grand wedding, and Guan Yao is the same.

Zhou's mother was sick when she came, and when she left, she was in a hurry. She was at least 20 years younger. Jiang Hanyan sent them to the door and joked: "Don't forget the invitation."

"I must not forget it." Zhou Yi smiled all over his face. It was a surprise today. Seeing his mother's illness turned into marrying him a wife.

Guan Yao glared at him, now she doubts that Zhou Yi's mother and son are in collusion with Jiang Hanyan, but she is also very happy in her heart, the window paper is finally torn, and everything will fall into place.

A few days later, Jiang Hanyan received a call from Guan Yao, asking her if she was interested in the auction.

"It's a charity auction held by the Red Apple Foundation. It is held once a year. The auction items are quite rich. If Ms. Jiang is interested, I have an invitation." Guan Yao asked with a smile.

Jiang Hanyan became interested as soon as she heard about the auction. She had heard of the Red Apple Fund. It seemed to be a charity organization set up by some rich ladies in Shanghai to help the disadvantaged. Although it was a bit controversial, it did do some good deeds. .

Moreover, the charity auction held by the Red Apple Foundation is very high-end, no less than a professional auction house. Every year, there will be one or two auction items that are quite collectible, unlike some charity auctions, which are all empty and gimmick things.

"Okay, I just went to see it, can I bring my family?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"Of course, I'll send you the invitation card." Guan Yao said with a smile.

"to make."

Jiang Hanyan was also not polite, exchanged some pleasantries with Guan Yao, and then hung up the phone.

The reason why Guan Yao had invitations for the auction was because the auction invited her company's stars to perform on stage, and the Red Apple Fund also had a cooperative relationship with Tang Dynasty Company, so it was easy to get a few invitations.

On the second night, Guan Yao sent someone to send two invitations, Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen went together, Doudou was at home to play, he was not interested in this kind of occasion, he would rather watch TV at home with Jin Xingxian.

The auction was held three days later. In the most luxurious hotel in Shanghai, Jiang Hanyan accepted the invitation and attended with Lu Chen on time.

She will definitely not donate money. Donating to this kind of charitable organization is not as good as doing good deeds. Many charitable organizations in the name of public welfare are actually tricky. In his previous life, Jiang Hanyan knew a very famous public welfare organization that donated money to poor patients On the platform, many kind-hearted people donated money on the platform, and Jiang Hanyan himself also donated.

As a result, within a few years, it was revealed that this company was a profit-making organization, and within a few years, the boss was on the Forbes rich list, earning N billion, where did the money come from?
After hearing this report at that time, Jiang Han was so angry that she couldn't eat. When she donated money, she was so poor that she could only eat instant noodles. But seeing the poor person in the help message, she still donated 20 yuan. Days of food expenses.

The result is to make a wedding dress for someone else, and the boss is a rich man, but she still eats instant noodles bitterly, so angry!

From then on, Jiang Hanyan no longer believed in any public welfare organizations, and no longer donated a penny. If he wanted to do good deeds, he could do it himself, and it was better to give money and things to those who really needed help than to those so-called platforms.

Who knows if the money is actually spent on the disadvantaged.

There were two days before the auction, the temperature dropped sharply overnight, and the next day was the weekend, early in the morning, I heard the rustling sound on the roof, and snow and sand began to fall outside. The pearls were crystal clear, and they melted instantly when they were picked up.

Jiang Hanyan was still lying on the bed, dazedly hearing Doudou's excited cry, and the little guy ran over excitedly and told her that his little hands were red with cold, like carrots.

"Look, Aunt Jiang, it's snowing."

Doudou stretched out her hand, wanting Jiang Hanyan to see the snow and sand in his palm, it was almost melting, the palm was full of water, and it was still steaming, Jiang Hanyan felt cold all over, she was not interested in these at all.

She doesn't think of any artistic conception or elegance when it snows, she just feels cold.

"I'll tell you, Uncle Lu, to build a snowman when you grow up."

Jiang Hanyan glanced perfunctorily, then got into the bed, and wrapped the quilt tightly, she was surprised, even though the doors and windows in the room were closed, why was there still wind blowing on the old man's shoulder?
"Aunt Jiang, go out and have a look, it's snowing heavily."

After a while, Doudou ran in again. He was so happy that he wanted to share the happiness with his dear Aunt Jiang.

But Jiang Hanyan really doesn't want this kind of happiness. She now understands that the cold wind is brought in by this little guy. After finally covering the room with some heat, the little guy comes in and out, all of which disperses and is brought in. A cold wind.

"Don't look, I want to sleep."

Jiang Hanyan covered her head with the quilt, and she would never get up unless there was gold from the sky.

"Aunt Jiang, the snow is like goose feathers."

Doudou ran in for the third time, screaming in his small mouth, and dripping water from his hands, because he picked up a lot of snow and wanted to show it to his dear Aunt Jiang, but the snow melted before he even ran into the house.

"Ah... it's melted, Aunt Jiang, go out and have a look, it's snowing like a goose feather!"

Doudou dried her hands on her body, reached into the bed and pulled Jiang Hanyan, wanting her to get up quickly to watch the heavy snow.

Jiang Hanyan didn't actually fall asleep, she just wanted to lie in bed for a while longer, when the cold little hands touched her face, freezing her soul to heaven, it was hellish torture.

I really want to beat this little bastard to death!
"Where did you die, Lu Chen, get this brat out quickly!"

Jiang Hanyan was going crazy, the heat she had managed to accumulate was all frozen by this bastard.

Lu Chen, who just came back from buying breakfast, heard this resentful cry at the door, shook his head helplessly, went into the room and carried the over-excited Doudou out, and heard the phone ring again, so he put down his breakfast to answer the phone.

"Hello, is that Miss Jiang? I'm Song Jinshu, the one who sells pots in the antique market."

The man's tone was cautious, and there was a sense of embarrassment. Lu Chen remembered that Jiang Hanyan said that the blue and white porcelain jar in the Yuan Dynasty could sell for [-] million.

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