The daughter is poisonous: The Boss' runaway bride

Chapter 216 Does She Really Love Him? 10
When it reached seven figures, Yang Sisi finally couldn't stand it anymore. She called several times and whispered, but all of them were disappointed.

Her face was black and smelly, and she glared at Ye Wanqing angrily, as if it was because of the bad luck brought by this woman who touched her brow when they first met.

And there are still a few people bidding, neither high nor low, biting very tightly.

Xia Zhenzhen looked at her with a slight smile, "Miss Yang, why didn't you bid?" While smiling, she held up the sign in her hand.

Ye Wanqing was so frightened that her heart almost stopped beating.

Xia Zhenzhen sat upright, with a confident smile on her delicate face, "Sister Ye, don't worry, no matter how much it costs, my cousin will pay for it. I bought this skirt for you ?"

She smiled sincerely, "I lost that necklace, otherwise it would be a perfect match with this skirt. Since Sister Ye won't give up, I'll give her a skirt. Cousin sees you dressed up So pretty, he will love you even more."

She spoke softly, and her smile didn't show any strangeness.

But Ye Wanqing felt chills in her heart, as if she had stepped on a large block of ice, a trace of coldness snaked up her calf like a poisonous snake, and instantly hit her whole body.

Yang Sisi was so angry that she stood up on the spot, said something and then walked away. Several of her assistants and makeup artist immediately followed and left in a hurry.

Her departure did not attract many reporters, only her queen reporters and those who spared no effort to hack her followed immediately.

Under Xia Zhenzhen's intervention, the original few people were defeated again, and the price soared higher and higher, which made Ye Wanqing's mind buzzing.

"Really, let's stop taking pictures, I don't want this skirt."

Ye Wanqing said in a low voice.

Xia Zhenzhen still looked calm and composed, with a smile on her face, "No, I must hit it."

Although her expression remained the same, her tone had revealed her worry and anxiety. She looked at Ye Wanqing with a sharp light, and then immediately moved away to stare at the skirt.

She must get this skirt.

What she wants cannot be missed again and again.

The competition has reached the point of intensification, and every price call will attract people to exclaim again and again, and every time the price call is over, there will be a short suffocation.

There was no sound in the venue, and a needle could almost be heard falling.

Everyone waited with bated breath, watching them fight without blood and gunpowder.

Ye Wanqing was already dripping with cold sweat, and after entering the eight-figure figure, beads of sweat were also dripping from the tip of Xia Zhenzhen's nose.

Ye Wanqing felt that this was simply torture, and she couldn't hold on any longer.

Isn't this a simple charity exhibition?
Why did it become such an all-out fight?
She naturally didn't know who came here, and many of them were people. Sometimes in such occasions, even if they had money, they might not be eligible to come in.

Every time the sign is raised, it seems to be accompanied by roaring volcanic lava, which makes people breathless.

At this time, a call came and someone handed it over. As soon as the person answered the phone, his eyes widened in surprise, "It's you? Um, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Then he hung up the phone with a proud face, "This mysterious Mr. Phone is willing to pay [-] more than the highest price at the scene."

What he meant was that no matter how much others paid, he would pay one hundred thousand more. -- ten chapters
(End of this chapter)