Chapter 186 Seeing as Alumni

   There were a lot of people talking quietly in the hall, and Lin Hongyuan didn't notice anything wrong with his tone for a while.

   He listened to Gu Quan's compliments, showing off how good his daughter was as if he had just entered the venue.

   "Dad, do you like this calligraphy and painting?" Lin Jiao interrupted him by borrowing the auction item to save him from endlessly bragging about it.

   "It's okay." Lin Hongyuan raised the price tag with just one glance, a typical rich person has nowhere to spend.

   Like calligraphy and painting, porcelain, jade, etc., all have collection value. He had his reasons for taking pictures, and Lin Jiao never stopped him.

   She rested her cheeks in her palm, watching the auctioneer explain one lot after another, and finally found what she liked after a while.

   The Rujiao Porcelain, which was brought to the stage, is one of the five famous cellars and is the representative porcelain of the Northern Song Dynasty.

   In front of the auction is the Rujiao Shuanglong Erzun. There are two outward-facing dragon heads on the left and right sides of the bottle.

   Auctioneer: "The starting price is 10 million."

  Lin Jiao stared at the double dragon ear statue, hesitated for a while and raised the bidding board: "Eleven million."

   "Beautiful, you shouted too low."

   "Adding one million is still lower?" As soon as she finished speaking, she heard someone shouting '13 million'.

   "I'll come." Lin Hongyuan read countless treasures, and could see that this was a good thing: "17 million."

   "Eighteen million."

   "Twenty million."

   No one is following this time.

   The auctioneer made the final decision, and Lin Hongyuan bought the two-eared dragon statue at a price of 20 million.

   He turned his head and smiled: "I still earned it."

   Lin Jiao, who didn't know the market, listened to him analyzing the price of Rujiao on the market, and was glad that he got it with 20 million.

After   , she didn't pay attention to the auctions after that. After all, she already got the two-eared dragon statue tonight, so there is no need to spend more money.

   At the end of the auction, she went to the bathroom alone while Lin Hongyuan went to pay.

   She wiped her fingertips, and as soon as she came out of the corner, she was stopped by a handsome man.

   "Miss Lin." He took out his mobile phone and radiated charm with a smile: "Will you add a WeChat?"

   "I don't add strangers."

   "You're not a stranger if you know each other."

   "Sorry." Lin Jiao bluntly refused, and just walked around him, but was blocked by him again.

   "Miss Lin, I'm not a frivolous person."

   "It's none of my business..."

   "Beautiful." Gu Quan interrupted him.

   He glanced at the man who was half a head shorter than him, and said in a gentle voice, "Uncle Lin is still waiting for us."

   "Well." Lin Jiao followed him out of the corridor.

   She narrowed her eyes and looked at the smashed light wave, and treated him as an alumni as she introduced before: "Thank you just now."

  Gu Quan put his hands in his pockets: "It's okay." His expression was very natural: "Why haven't I heard about Uncle Lin before?"

   "I did, but I didn't say the name."

   "Did he have a conflict with your grandfather?" He thought about it, but only about it.

  Lin Jiao replied, "Now it's reconciled." She didn't talk deeply about family matters, and Gu Quan didn't ask.

   He stared at her profile face, and played with a lighter with his fingertips where she couldn't see: "Qian Yongjun said you were in love?"

   "Qian Yongjun?"

   "Old money." He said his nickname to remind her: "He often helps me bring you things."

  Lin Jiao then remembered: "How did he know?"

   She did not deny it.

  Gu Quan's heart has an indescribable feeling.

   He pressed the tip of his tongue against his posterior molars, trying not to let himself be controlled by his emotions: "He saw you last time at Charles de Gaulle airport."

   "So it is."

"how long have you been together?"

   "More than two months." Lin Jiao stopped at the door of the cashier's room and held on to Lin Hongyuan who had just come out.

   They said goodbye to each other, and soon disappeared into the corridor covered with white light, leaving Gu Quan alone standing there.

   "Brother Quan, let's go." Song Zhen came out with two lots and motioned him to leave from the other side.

   He got into Gu Quan's car, and the figure appeared in his mind: "I think many people want to marry the Lin family in the future."

   "She has a boyfriend."

   "Did she tell you?"

   "Well, it wasn't long before we talked." When Gu Quan heard "more than two months", his mood was inexplicably much better.

   "Which one's?"

   "I don't know." He pondered for a while: "But she is unlikely to choose the one introduced by her family."

   "Yes." Song Zhen lit a cigarette: "I'm really worried when it comes to marriage. My dad wants me to get married right away."

  Since the Boyu incident, he has paid a lot of money, and his business has not been able to work.

   During this period of time, he had very little left to pay, and he had no ability to mess around and find girls. He went home on time every day and obeyed his father's arrangements. Even the marriage he never thought of was put on the agenda.

   "Which one did he pick for you?" Gu Quan opened the windows on both sides of the driver's seat to let the smoke out.

   "The Yuan family, who is engaged in decoration design."

   "Have you met her?"

   "I've seen it once." Song Zhen thought of her personality, and it hurts her brain: "She's too domineering, she's not my thing at all."

   Gu Quan reassured: "It's normal to be an only child, you can try to get along with each other more, and you may be able to develop feelings over time."

   "But I don't want to cultivate."

   "Is there any room for manoeuvre?"

   "No." It was precisely because of not having it that Song Zhen was so depressed, even when he got out of the car, he was unhappy.

  Gu Quan can't change his father's decision, there is no other way but appropriate comfort.

   He withdrew his gaze on Song Zhen, turned around and drove in the other direction, returning to the small western-style house with the night.

   "Aquan, you are so early today?" Su Tian hadn't seen him at nine o'clock for a long time, she was surprised and happy.

   "The auction ends early."

   "What did you shoot?"

   "Vase." Gu Quan bent down, put the wooden box on the coffee table, and planned to take it home on the fifteenth.

   He took off his suit and looked at the pile of shopping bags on the sofa: "Did you go shopping in the afternoon?"

   "Yes, I just came back." Su Tian hugged him and continued to unpack the box.

   She couldn't put it down and took out two bags, smiling brightly and contentedly: "These two are just new styles, don't they look good?"

   "Well." Gu Quan glanced at the obvious logo on the shopping bag: "How much did it cost?"

   "More than two hundred thousand."

   "Do you have enough money left?"

  Su Tian thought he was going to transfer money to her, and even looked at the balance: "There are more than 700,000 left, which can be used for about a month."

  700,000, a month.

  Gu Quan frowned subconsciously.

   It's not that he thinks he shouldn't give her money, it's just a comparison with the past, he feels uncomfortable.

   He sighed secretly, suddenly in no mood to watch her unpack those expensive boxes again: "Tian Tian, ​​I'll go upstairs first."

   "Are you going to sleep?"

   "Well, very tired."

   When Su Tian raised his head, he had already turned around.

   She did not capture the emotions in his eyes, and was immersed in the happiness piled up by money.

   I saw a few readers scolding Jiaojiao for having a calm conversation with Gu Quan.

   What I want to say is that the adult world pays attention to gathering and dispersing.

   She doesn't love him, and she did nothing wrong. I think it's okay to talk a few words on different occasions.

   So it's still the same sentence. If you can't accept it, just click the cross. There's no need to be **** yourself.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)