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    Wanyun looked back at the main stage.  In fact, she has never seen the real goosefoot, and has only seen an imitation once.

    This is the second time.

    The imitation gemstone in front of you seems to be smaller, not as eye-catching as the previous diamond, but it still does not detract from its exquisite beauty.

    Zhou Yu¡¯s previous words ringed in his ears coldly.  He said that his life was still very complete, with wealth and status, and nothing else missing.  When Wan Yun was thinking about this sentence, she vaguely remembered a similar scene. The man opposite said with a stern face: "Yun Yun, don't always be emotional."

    Wan Yun asked the person next to him for a cigarette.  Lighting the fire, the familiar smell of tobacco quickly overwhelmed the fishy smell of the ocean outside the window and the dirty smell in the cabin. She actually missed it a little.

    Wan Yun held the cigarette between her slender fingers, and after a while, she smiled softly.

    She said calmly: "Okay, Zhou Yu, I will play a game with you."

    "That's it?"

    Zhou Yu was startled, with a bit of surprise.

    She was also surprised that he was a little surprised.

    The bidding has reached its final moments.

    ¡°950,000 yuan once, 950,000 yuan twice¡ª¡ª¡±

    "Four million yuan."

    This time the person who opened the curtain and walked in was not a black girl with a sly face.

    Everyone in the cabin turned back to look at the source of the sound, but the other party was still very unpleasant.

    He frowned and said: " Do we still need to hold up the auction sign?"

    Feng Jian saw Wan Yun in the corner without much effort.  But after seeing the cigarette in her hand and the person sitting next to her, her brows darkened.

    "Li Wanyun, you are so capable." He sneered repeatedly and strode over.

    Wan Yun looked at him, Zhou Yu stood up with a cold face, and the curator moved his chair back.

    "Mr. Feng¡ª¡ª" Zhou Yu said.

    Feng Jian didn¡¯t look at Zhou Yu at all. He snatched Wan Yun¡¯s cigarette with his hands and crushed it with his feet.

    "Didn't you quit smoking? Are you smoking again now?" Feng Jian mocked, "Didn't I ask you to go back and talk to me first? It would be better for you to fly to this hellish place by yourself. I really admire you, Li Wanyun, even if you are determined to divorce,  Even if you are determined to work abroad, you can still make yourself so sentimental first! You are so hypocritical, so pretentious, and so boring! Also, you came to this broken island to participate in the auction, why did you come to the black market? Mr. Hu, I  Did I know that your character was very unreliable? But you actually brought her to a place like this alone and sat with such a scumbag. It's too much!"

    These words offended three people.  If anyone present understands Chinese, it will probably offend everyone in the room.

    The curator was a little unhappy. Wan Yun stood up without saying a word and prepared to walk out.

    Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows: "Scum? How much more does Mr. Feng need to be rewarded by 'scum' before you can completely let go of this?"

    He winked, and the personal bodyguard behind him, who had been alert for a long time, stepped forward and prepared to push Feng Jian.  But his movements were not as fast as Feng Jian's. He kicked down the chair next to Zhou Yu.

    At this time, the bodyguards who were maintaining the venue rushed over and the auction was forced to stop.

    The chaos finally ended, and Zhou Yu was helped out by bodyguards.

    He shook his head slightly, but there was still a dull pain.  But Feng Jian didn't take much advantage.

    Wan Yun and the curator had already been standing on the deck, waiting for the speedboat.  Behind her is the sea.  The sound was loud and vast, and there was only a bright moon left, all broken into the waves.  The sea breeze kept blowing her long hair, as if everything had passed by Wan Yun, retreated quickly, and it was all over.

    Zhou Yu felt nervous for some reason.

    He stepped forward and said softly: "So?"

    Wan Yun looked up at him and said, "Let's go."

    When going down the stairs, Feng Jian caught up with him.  He grabbed Wan Yun, frowned and said, "Don't follow him."

    Zhou Yu has never hated another man so much in his life.

    He shouted coldly: "Let go."

    Wan Yun said coldly: "Mr. Feng, do you have any other suggestions that you would like to continue to teach me?"

    Feng Jian said: "I'm sorry."

    She raised her eyebrows: "For what?"

    Feng Jian thought for a while and said, "All of them."

    Wan Yun looked at him silently.  Feng Jian was very calm, completely different from his thug-like appearance just now.  After a while, he slowly took out a small jewelry box from his pocket.

    The lock was opened, and a small, cool metal object lay shiny in the palm of his hand.

    It¡¯s exactly the goose paw that was photographed before.

    Feng Jiandisp; Feng Jian clicked her tongue twice: "Not seeing you for one day is like three autumns. When did you learn to use the word bastard, Miss Li? You seem to prefer showing off the gorgeous words used in upper class society."

    "Feng Jian!" Wan Yun suddenly became very fragile, and her tears flowed down.

    Feng Jian finally shut up and turned away.

    Why is she crying?  I have been very tired for many days.

    The woman and jewelry in front of him are the most boring and expensive things the miser has ever seen in his life.  This is just a world that doesn't care about itself.  He kept struggling and tried to let go, but the accumulated irritability and uneasiness kept piling up.

    How come there are so many stupid things in the world caused by boring feelings?  This time it actually happened to me. Thinking about it carefully, it was extremely scary.  He met a madman, and he also had the potential to become a madman.  When this matter has developed to this point, it seems that there is only one explanation.

    Feng Jian said: "Li Wanyun, if I love you is the correct answer. Can you not ask me this question in the future?"

    Wan Yun looked at him.

    "You obviously know that." Feng Jian paused and said, "But you always want me to say nice things to coax you, which is really the way of a young lady. I told you, are you satisfied now?"

    How can you be satisfied?

    Wan Yun clenched the necklace on her chest, as if she was walking back from the edge of hell.

    Now, she needs to get to know herself again, and she also needs to get to know Feng Jian again.

    That man has more bad habits than expected.  Snobbish, selfish, bad-tongued, arrogant, timid, stubborn, poor taste, incomprehensible to style, and curses people to death when shy

    "I love you," Feng Jian murmured, "but I really still have many things I want to ask you."

    "do not mention it."

    Feng Jian opened his mouth.  what?  He had such questions, but he felt that he had already vaguely received the answer.

    They just need more, more time.

    Thinking about the bigger life and unsolved problems that I will have to face in the future, I am not in an optimistic and relaxed mood at the moment.

    Feng Jian murmured: "Li Wanyun, Li Wanyun, have I ever said that I admire you very much" He slowly leaned on her, "Now I have a very headache, I have to take a nap."

    Wan Yun smiled.  She wiped away her tears and put Feng Jian's hand on her lower abdomen: "You go to sleep first. When I wake up, I have another more troublesome thing to tell you. I think you will admire me even more then."

    Feng Jian snorted twice and closed his eyelids without much interest.

    Wanyun said: "This is the story of mother and father."

    The girl blinked her eyes and said after a while: "Mom, why do some people say my surname should be Zhou?"

    Feng Jian slowly put down the newspaper.

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