Chapter 69

I saw that she was wearing a light green long dress with light blue peonies embroidered on the cuffs, a few auspicious clouds drawn out by silver threads, and a row of dense sea clouds at the hem. Hands and gestures are as graceful as wind blowing willows.

Her eyes are big and energetic, her firm and straight nose bridge is both feminine and masculine, and her slightly thin red lips are almost transparent ruby ​​red, which is as delicate as a glance at any time. As if intoxicated, the long black hair, which was as soft as water, slanted down like a waterfall, and was just rightly scattered on the slightly shaved shoulders.

Her whole body exudes an indescribable nobility, free and easy, and self-confidence, which makes people's eyes follow her unconsciously.

For a moment, Mo Wan almost forgot what to say, just stared blankly at the stage.

It turns out that women can also be so beautiful. The full moon is beauty, and the moon's waning is poetry.

At this time, there was another burst of intense applause, accompanied by countless praises.

"Hi everyone, I'm Zuo Lan," she said with a smile, "Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come here. Zuo Lan is very grateful. Today, six works will be auctioned. Funds from Zuo Lan will be donated to the Red Cross, thank you again for your support.”

While translating, the hostess at the side handed the first work to Zuo Lan. .

The sleeves are a bit loose, and there are tassels on them. When Zuo Lan picks up the work with both hands to display, the tassels will always slide onto the work and cover it.

She frowned, shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and spread her hands, expressing that she was really helpless, while deliberately shaking the tassels on her sleeves: Sorry, I originally wanted to dress better today to make everyone look more beautiful. It's pleasing to the eye, but now it seems that I have to go down and change because he is too disobedient. "

After the words fell, everyone in the audience laughed, but she turned around and left the stage, heading towards the audience.

Mo Wan was still staring blankly at her back. At first, when she spoke Chinese, she thought she could not speak English, but when she spoke English, she was really shocked, because even a layman like her could speak English. It can be heard that her spoken language is all the most orthodox American English.

In just a moment, she stepped onto the stage again, and the dress on her body had been changed into a black suit, which made her more heroic, free and easy, and her eyebrows and eyes were shining with confidence.

It turns out that Zuo Lan is such a woman, she has the softness of a woman.

It is more masculine and eclectic.

Anyone would fall in love with such a woman, Mo Wan thought in his heart, his eyes turned slightly, and he saw Pei Yihuan's deep sea-like eyes falling straight on Zuo Lan on the stage, the light in his eyes disappeared In the past, he was as cold and mocking as frost, but some were just tenderness. She had never seen him like this before, and for a moment, she just felt as if she was going to be absorbed by these eyes.

"Okay, the first work is "Sunflower". I dare not compare it with Van Gogh's "Sunflower", but as long as it is a sunflower, it is beautiful and thriving. Now start bidding."

"Three hundred thousand dollars"

"Half a million dollars."

"One million dollars."

"Two million dollars."

Everyone sitting in the auditorium began to shout prices, and the prices were relatively deceptive. Thirteen pass than sit.

Listening to the hostess' translation, Mo Wan felt a burst of admiration in her heart. It's just a simple oil painting, and the price can be so high.

"Two million dollars, is there anyone else to bid?" Zuo Lan smiled, glanced across the audience, and said, "Two million once."

Everyone in the audience below was whispering to each other, but no one made any more bids.

Mo Wan glanced at the oil painting, and her eyes were also moving in the banquet hall. At this moment, an unusually low voice came into her ears: "Bid!"

Startled, she turned around, Pei Yihuan's deep eyes were on her body, it was obvious that the words were addressed to her.

She originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but the guilt surged up in her heart, but she couldn't make herself remain indifferent: "How much?"

"Five million" his thin lips moved, and he said coldly.

five million

Mo Wan immediately froze in place, feeling an indescribable feeling fermenting in his heart, it turned out that this was throwing a lot of money for the one he loved.

Seeing that she had no words, Pei Yihuan's eyes shot over again coldly: "Speak."

Pulling back her thoughts, she looked at him: "Is that in English, or in Chinese?"

"Are you provoking my patience?" His deep and cold voice was full of impatience.

If eyes can kill people, Mo Wan felt that she had already been killed by his eyes, she bit her lip, and said directly: "Say hello in advance, my English is not good at all , if you lose someone in a while, don't blame me!"

"Two million times" Zuo Lan still smiled all over her face. She smiled very charmingly, with a kind of openness and enthusiasm that belonged to Western women.

He stared at her more and more coldly, turned around, and Mo Wan took a deep breath: "$fivemillion!" (Five million dollars)

After the words fell, almost everyone in the audience became excited, and some people even looked over and gave her a thumbs up in appreciation: "good!"

Mo Wan responded with an unnatural smile, only she knew how unnatural her words were.

Zuo Lan on the stage was also obviously a little shocked, smiling and applauding, while admiring in a low voice: "Ugh—"

Unsurprisingly, "Sunflower" finally sold for a high price of five million US dollars.

"Okay, let's invite the winner of "Sunflower" now, Ms. Mo."

When the host's voice came from the stage, Mo Wan froze in place, looking at Pei Yihuan instinctively: "Hey, let me go on stage."

"En." Pei Yihuan just responded indifferently, without intending to get up at all.

She had to remind again: "It's you, not me, who was asked to take the stage!"

"It was Miss Mo who reported on the stage, not Mr. Pei." He responded coldly.

"You—" Mo Wan was a little annoyed: "You use me!"

Hearing this, his thin lips curled up coldly: "You will have to pay for your forced marriage."

She gritted her gums fiercely, raised her eyebrows, and said provocatively: "Does that also mean that the ultimate owner of this painting is also Miss Mo?"

"What do you think?" Pei Yihuan frowned impatiently with his straight brows, staring at Mo Wan with those leopard-like eyes.

At this time, the urging voice from the stage came again: "Miss Mo, Miss Mo, who is Miss Mo?"

(end of this chapter)