Back to the 80s to Raise a Wolfy Boyfriend

Thinking of the Italian aristocratic power upstairs, even the Han imperial family avoided the edge, Mu Dashao stretched out his right hand and lifted it lightly, and said in a cold voice: "A gentleman does not win people's love."

What is meant by him raising his hands high is just a euphemism.

He knew that if he continued to bid, the opponent would definitely smash him to the end.

The emcee standing on the stage gave a light tone and smiled and nodded to Mu Dashao.

He stood on the stage and waved to the person who had gone down before, letting him take the Xisui Pill down.

Then the new auction item was sent up.

upstairs.

In the largest VIP room where you can see the auction site, the Italian aristocracy that the emcee said was sitting.

In the VIP room, you can see everything on the spot with the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

But people on the outside can't see what's inside.

Around the room stood more than a dozen men whose hair color was different from the color of their eyes, and their faces were sharp and sharp, covered in blood.

These people are alert and pay attention to an old woman sitting on the sofa from time to time.

The old woman can tell at a glance that she is not Italian but Chinese.

The other party was full of white hair, but his face was well maintained, without too many folds, and he was full of spirits. A pair of shrewd eyes occasionally swept downstairs at random.

A well-dressed young woman walked out of the VIP room cubicle, and the other person walked to the old woman with a cup of coffee.

"Mrs. Darwin, your coffee."

The opponent was short and fat, blond and blue-eyed, and had a respectful and rigorous attitude towards the old woman.

Mrs. Darwin, named An Feng, is sixty-eight years old this year, but she is in her early fifty.

She took the coffee from the close waitress, her voice was cold, but her tone was friendly: "Thank you dear Cassie."

The short and fat waitress curled her lips and said respectfully, "Madam, you are too polite."

An Feng took a sip of the coffee in her hand, the taste she liked.

For so many years, she only liked Cassie's craftsmanship.

She lost interest in bidding for new auction items downstairs.

Feel free to ask: "How long will Ye Heaven be auctioned?"

"At this rate, it will take an hour at the earliest, madam."

"Oh my God, it's been too long, Jacob really gave us a problem this time."

Thinking of that guy, An Feng's tone was full of disgust.

Night Heaven is Jacob’s property. The other party invested nearly 20 million yuan, but now it is auctioned at a low price of 15 million yuan.

He didn't want to lose Ye Tiantang, so he asked his friend An Feng to take it for him. He wanted to rely on the Darwin family to keep Ye Tiantang open.

Cassie said calmly, "Yes, ma'am, we shouldn't take his trouble."

An Feng nodded in agreement and took another sip of coffee.

With an expression of enjoyment on her face, she turned around and sighed to the waitress Cassie: "My dear, your craft is getting better and better, and I will not be able to get tired of it in this life."

Cassie smiled happily and bent slightly to her: "You like it so much. It's my honor, madam."

After a few more minutes, new auction items were replaced on the display stand downstairs, and competitors raised their placards again and again.

An Feng retracted his gaze, took the coffee in his hand, and stood up very gracefully.

She was wearing an exquisite gown. Even if she stood up, there were not many wrinkles in the dress. It was obvious that her etiquette was very good, and she was deeply rooted.

She looked towards Casey: "My dear, I am tired and want to rest for a while, can I leave it to you here?"

"Of course, madam, everything in the lounge is ready."