Mrs. Gu is getting divorced every day

Chapter 633 Auction

Chu Yun, who had just left the bathroom door, also slowed down her pace.

Thinking about what Sun Nan said just now, there was something he wanted at the auction, so he was secretly tipping himself off.

"what happened?"

Gu Junzhi looked at Chu Yun who was frowning tightly, and held her soft and boneless little hand in his, his face was full of concern.

Chu Yun's eyelids drooped slightly, and the corners of her mouth barely curved, "It's fine."

"You must tell me something, but if you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

He followed Chu Yun's gaze and saw Weng Yi and Sun Nan sitting in the front row holding Chu Yun's hand tightly.

"Why don't we go? I heard that there is a new playground in the silent area. Didn't you always want to talk about going to play?"

Gu Junzhi thought that since Chu Yun didn't like anyone, there was no point in staying here.

He snuggled up beside Chu Yun and whispered in her ear so as not to disturb the people on the side.

Now is the climax of the auction. It is a string of Buddhist beads. It is said that the person who gets it can keep healthy forever.

"I'm suddenly a little interested, shall we take a look again?"

Chu Yun turned her head and blinked at Gu Junzhi, her rosy mouth pouted slightly, and her long golden wavy hair made her more elegant and lovely.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Gu Junzhi helplessly stretched out his hand to scratch her delicate nose, full of pampering.

"Wow, I read that right! Then, that, Gu Junzhi is too, so handsome, so warm."

A short-haired girl sitting a few rows behind Gu Juan tugged on the sleeve of the girl next to her, as if she was about to jump up.

She stared at Gu Junzhi wholeheartedly, her face full of nympho.

"Whoever said that no one is perfect, Gu Junzhi is simply a perfect male god."

The black long straight girl next to her held the hand of the short-haired girl back, her eyes were full of admiration.

"If I let him look at me, I feel very satisfied."

The short-haired girl reached out and touched her mouth. She felt as if an unknown liquid had flowed down. She didn't forget to look around and was relieved to see that no one had noticed her.

As for the air pressure around Weng Yi, the gloomy five adjacent seats could feel it.

"Are you sure there are paintings and calligraphy that Father Chu likes?"

After waiting for so long, the auction is coming to an end, and Weng Yi didn't see the calligraphy and painting that Sun Nan mentioned.

He also became more and more impatient, watching Sun Nan's eyes become sharp as if he could kill someone, and his voice was also dark.

Sun Nan couldn't help shivering, this woman is really terrifying.

"Wait a little longer, there must be."

I am not afraid of Weng Yi now, but she has her own reasons.

Thinking of her brother, Sun Nan still held her temper, took Weng Yi's hand, and patted her lightly to calm her down.

While turning his head to look at Chu Yun, seeing that she was also looking at him, he nodded to her.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the next one is calligraphy and painting by literati. If you like calligraphy and painting, you should seize the opportunity."

The host's mysterious words made the audience quiet down.

Weng Yi also subconsciously sat up straight, ah, here comes the good show.

"This is Wu Daozi's calligraphy and painting!"

The host's impassioned and ups and downs voice came out, which attracted a lot of sighs from the audience.

Wu Daozi's calligraphy and painting are hard to come by.

"The starting price is 20!"

"50 million!"

Chu Yun's eyes lit up when he saw the unfolded calligraphy and painting, this is the real thing.

Father Chu likes calligraphy and painting the most. If he brings them back, Dad will be very happy.

"60 million!"

Weng Yi turned her head, narrowed her eyes slightly, and raised the corners of her mouth evilly, staring at Chu Yun, like a vulture staring at its prey.

But after meeting Gu Junzhi's gaze, his face immediately turned into a smile.

Sun Nan next to him couldn't help but want to complain, the speed of changing his face was faster than that of Beijing opera.

(End of this chapter)