The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 138 The Countdown to Crossing (2)
"This sword is yours now." The auctioneer smiled and said, "After this auction is over, I hope you can stay and complete the agreement."

Dong Meng nodded solemnly. At this moment, she knew in her heart that there might be something in this auction. Otherwise, the world is so big, why would this sword meet her again.

I just don't know who that person is and what relationship it has with me.

In addition to all the antiques in this auction, they all reveal an unusual taste.

Those porcelain and beautiful jade are nothing more than that, for Mao calligraphy and painting are all new, as if they were painted yesterday...

It's not that no one can see it, it's just that most people will deceive themselves and find various reasons when facing things that go against common sense.

It's like they know that no maintenance method can do it, but they are still willing to spend tens of millions to buy it.

"Our next lot is..." The auctioneer continued to start the following auction, but everyone's interest was not as high as before.

Passing by a peerless treasure, not everyone can accept this feeling.

Naturally, there were many powerful and wealthy people among them, but they retreated automatically when they saw the eyes of Young Master Feng and Young Master Xun.

In particular, this woman is still the hope of football in the kingdom of heaven, and is sought after by hundreds of millions of fans. This is also an invisible force. Although she can't see anything on weekdays, she can explode with amazing power at critical moments.

There was only one exception, Feng Chu's eyes never left the sword, especially after Dong Meng stepped down, he pulled out the sword body and rubbed it repeatedly in the palm of his hand, the man couldn't help showing a fascinated expression on his cheeks when he saw the almost clear cold light.

It's not just him, I'm afraid that any man who secretes male hormones will feel immobile when he sees this murderous Lingran sword. It's just that those people dare not come to snatch it, but Feng Chu is ready to try. Although those antiques also aroused his interest, they were not as good as this sword.

"Miss Dong, can you show me?" Feng Chu stretched out his palm while speaking, with a kind face and a smile on his lips.

Seeing that cheek with Feng Ling's similar temperament but very different temperament, Dong Meng despised from the bottom of her heart, and said lightly: "I can't."

Feng Chu paused, he thought that in front of so many people, Dong Meng would at least give Feng Ling some face and wouldn't refuse, but he didn't expect that his face would be refuted so simply.

Wu Yuran was a little unhappy, and said with her lips curled up, "It's just a broken sword. Miss Dong doesn't have to be so stingy, our family Fengling should have bought you a lot of things."

The words were so blunt, it can be seen that Wu Yuran was too lazy to show hypocrisy when facing Feng Chu, and directly changed Ming Qiang.

Dong Meng didn't bother to talk to them, and only looked at the former saber with affectionate eyes, which almost made Feng Ling jealous.

Wu Yuran frowned. In her opinion, since Dongmeng was going to enter Feng's house, at least she had to get her consent. It was a dream to marry Fengling with such an attitude!
The woman looked at Feng Yuewu, and said angrily, "We haven't looked at this sword carefully yet."

Feng Yuewu heard the strings and knew the elegance, so he couldn't help turning to Feng Ling with a straight face: "It's just a sword, what can you do if you see it, brother, why are you so stingy."

The female general narrowed her eyes, tried her best to control the hand holding the handle of the knife, and muttered in her heart.

You must be prudent, this is an era when people pay for their lives, and now I don't have a father who is a prime minister.

"This is Little Meng's stuff, I have no right to ask about it."

Feng Ling's face was getting colder. He seldom went home, and rarely communicated with this pair of wonderful "parents". From the moment he took over the company, he had nothing to do with these two people.

Bringing Dongmeng home before was to save the old man's face, so as not to let some caring people take advantage of it and use Han Xi's fiancée's status to make a big splash.

It's just that the former Wu Yuran could maintain peace on the surface and would not go too far, at least he knew how to measure.

Since Feng Chu came back, this stepmother of unknown origin has gone too far.

Do you really think you are a soft persimmon?

Feng Yuewu didn't expect his son to contradict him so much, he couldn't help trembling with anger, but he couldn't react in front of everyone, he could only grit his teeth, and said in a voice that only a few people could hear: "Now the wings are hard , You don’t even have to listen to my words, he really is my good son.”

Feng Ling suddenly turned his head, his long and narrow eyes exuded a faint cold light, even more dazzling than the saber in Dong Meng's hand, seeing this expression, the female general suddenly thought of the first time she saw this man.

Stern and tall, he still exuded a spirit of contempt for all beings in a pool of blood, and still laughed lowly after being seriously injured.

I don't know when, for her, this person put away all the edges and corners of his body, all the coldness and nobility disappeared, and he was even willing to be a clown to make her laugh, which was unimaginable in Dongmeng's time.

Looking at his son's gaze, Feng Yuewu was a little scared suddenly, but he still insisted: "Could it be that I'm not right?"

Feng Ling looked at the three people in front of him, and said softly, "Father, since my mother passed away, you should understand my feelings. Oh, the wings are hard, aren't you forcing them out?"

The man's voice was very soft and soft, as if he could squeeze out a handful of water, but Wu Yuran and Feng Yuewu felt a chill.

Especially Feng Yuewu, there was a bit of guilt on his face, although he tried to suppress it, it became more and more obvious in Feng Ling's bright eyes.

Wu Yuran clenched her hands tightly, her nails almost sinking into her palms, Feng Yuewu might just feel guilty, but she smelled something unusual.

Could it be, did Feng Ling know something?

Impossible, so many years have passed, there is no trace of it, not to mention that Feng Ling was only a half-grown child at that time, what could he understand.

Feng Chu held Wu Yuran's hand, but the cold and wet palm made the latter feel relieved.

Yes, this is her son. Back then, he worked so hard to marry into Feng's family, just to give his son a way out.

"Brother, it's really too much for you to talk like this." Feng Chu Dayi was lingering, but his eyes still did not leave the sword in Dong Meng's hand.

This thing, he wants to decide.

Feng Ling also felt the other party's gaze, and couldn't help but sneer: "Do you still remember what I said in the stadium? I still prefer your appearance back then."

Feng Chu narrowed his eyes, although he tried his best to bear it, the veins on his forehead throbbed involuntarily.

Yes, he still remembered that Feng Ling had said that day that he was usually like a pug dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

Heh, let's see who will have the last laugh.

Dear brother, you have not changed at all, you have always been so annoying.

(End of this chapter)