Ex-daddy: Mommy is so fresh

Ning Xi lowered her head and slammed into the person who pushed the door to come in. The two faced each other, and the door was so narrow.

She looked at him, lowered her head subconsciously to apologize, but she didn't make a sound, but stood by and let the man go in first.

Gu Tianchi couldn't help but look at her for two more seconds, and when he was about to pass her and walk in, a familiar fragrance of lilies struck him, making him stop in his tracks.

Ning Xi took advantage of the space he gave way, and walked out with her head bowed.

however

When passing by the man, his arm was pinched by one hand.

Ning Xi was startled, and turned to look at the man, "You... what are you doing?"

Ning Xi struggled to break free, and when she was about to pull his hand away, the man frowned, pushed her back against the cold wall, and kicked the door shut.

"what?"

Ning Xi screamed, Gu Tianchi subconsciously covered her mouth, then stared at her, carefully measuring her.

As soon as she spoke, the familiar and refreshing smell became more obvious, yes, it was this kind of smell, faintly, fragrantly, quietly, like... like a lily blooming quietly in the valley.

Just by smelling this breath, he could imagine what kind of woman it was, pure and indifferent, wearing a long snow-white dress, so pure and unearthly.

And she is just such a woman.

"Hmm..." Ning Xi stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes, panicked and at a loss what to do.

Panicked, she didn't care so much, she opened her mouth and bit Gu Tianchi's hand fiercely.

"Uh!" Gu Tianchi snorted, his eyebrows twitched slightly, before Ning Xi could react, Ning Xi pushed him away, opened the door and rushed out.

The man turned around and stared quietly at the figure from behind for a moment, feeling lingering fear in his heart.

Is it her?

The woman that night, could it be her?

But, how could she be Nangong Zhan's wife?

The ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts, and he picked it up to answer it, and the other party was Chu Yang, "President, it has already started!"

"Well, I'll go right away."

After hanging up the phone, he stepped forward to wash the blood on his fingers, and was about to turn around when the woman's bag on the stone platform came into his eyes.

In the hall of the auction venue, looking around, there are at least a few hundred people in the dark, all of them are wealthy tycoons with a net worth of over [-] million.

At this time, an ancient house with a long history of 200 years in the southwest is being auctioned.

The starting price is 200 million, and each number plate is [-].

After the auctioneer introduced the ancient house culture one by one, he began to hit the table to start the auction. For the first time, someone raised it, and the auctioneer announced, "No. 210, [-] million."

Someone raised it again, "No. 220, [-] million."

Then, people below continued to raise placards, and the auctioneer continued to increase the amount according to the placards.

When someone reached [-] million, Ning Xi couldn't calm down anymore, and couldn't help but cast a glance at the man beside him.

He was very indifferent, still staring at the stock market on the tablet computer, as if it had nothing to do with him, and seemed to have a plan in mind.

Ning Xi couldn't help but ask him, "Is an ancient house really that valuable?"

The man didn't answer, and didn't even raise his head. The auctioneer announced loudly, "No. [-], [-] million, is there a higher one?"

Finally, Nangong Zhan raised his sign and jumped high in one step, "[-] million."

Three hundred million?

All the people present were sighing, and couldn't help turning their heads to look at Nangong Zhan, muttering, "The Nangong Group is here, who else is taller than him?"

"Four hundred million!"

Chu Yang, who was seven or eight seats away from Nangong Zhan, spoke.

Everyone's eyes widened, but Nangong Zhan didn't take it seriously, "One billion."

This price almost scared the auctioneer and the auction staff to faint.

Ning Xi was even more surprised, staring blankly at the man beside her, she gasped and reminded, "Ah Zhan, are you kidding me?"

Chu Yang raised his placard again, "15 billion."

"30 billion!" Nangong Zhan said.

"40 billion!"

"60 billion!"

"..."

Chu Yang didn't dare to shout anymore, he grasped the license plate and glanced at the man beside him, "President, do you want more?"

"Come out!" The man's voice was obviously suppressed and forbearing.

Just when the auctioneer was about to make a final decision, Chu Yang said, "70 billion."

"100 billion."

Suddenly, someone fainted. The auctioneer took a staggered step, and after standing firmly on the table, sweat poured down his forehead.

Next, Chu Yang didn't raise any placards anymore, and the 200-year-old house successfully fell into the hands of Nangong Zhan.