Chapter: 68

"Isn't it just a broken hosta?"

"Looking at you proudly, a piece of shit worth tens of thousands of dollars has captured your heart. You are really despicable."

"Let's wait and see, my husband will take better pictures for me later. Let's see how proud you are then?"

Lin Qian looked at Qiu Mucheng beside her coldly, pretending not to care, but she was undoubtedly mad with anger. Eyes almost spitting fire with anger,

The jade hairpin was snatched from her by the auctioneer and given to Qiu Mucheng in public. This scene undoubtedly made Lin Qian lose face.

Now many people around look at her with contempt and sneer.

"Husband, I don't care, you have to find this place back for others."

"I lost my life just now~"

Lin Qian wrapped herself around Wang Yu's body like an octopus, but Wang Yu couldn't stand the coquettish behavior again, she secretly squeezed Lin Qian's buttocks, and said, "Don't worry, my dear. It's just a broken jade hairpin, something worth tens of thousands of dollars, how can it be worthy of your status. My husband will give you the best."

"Wow~ Husband, you are so kind, I love you so much~"


Lin Qian immediately kissed Wang Yu's face excitedly, then raised her chin, and looked at Qiu Mucheng beside her with a proud face, as if showing off to Qiu Mucheng again, I heard, my husband wants to buy it better of.

Qiu Mucheng ignored her, but Lin Qian sat back in her seat and said with a smile, "Mucheng, since you like that hairpin so much, I'll give it to you. It's just an accessory worth tens of thousands of yuan. My family There are a lot, this one is not bad, if you like it, I can give you another one."

"However, Mucheng, to be honest, my sister really feels sad for you. You said that you were the number one school girl of our Jiangdong University back then, and now you are so downcast. Except for that dress, your whole body is so sad. There is nothing valuable, and the only hairpin worth tens of thousands of dollars was donated by a strange man. I have to squeeze the bus with a group of low-level people to go to work."

"Hey, woman, once you marry the wrong person, your whole life will be wasted. To be honest, being an older sister really hurts. I will try my best to help you. If your man comes to the gate in the future, I will let my husband Add a few hundred yuan to your husband every month."

Lin Qian shook her head and sighed, showing concern for Qiu Mucheng.

Ye Fan in the back listened, his teeth itching with anger.

This stinky woman definitely humiliated Mucheng on purpose.

"It's true that my Mucheng is not favored by anyone, right?"

Ye Fan was so angry that he clenched his hands tightly. Originally, he planned to teach Lin Qian and Wang Yu a little lesson. After all, he was his wife's old classmate, and he had to look at the Buddha's face as well as the monk's face. After that, he didn't care about them.

But who would have thought that Lin Qian would be so vicious.

It is tolerable or unbearable!

"Wait, I can't kill you today!"

No man can bear his wife being humiliated like this, and Ye Fan is no exception.

At this time, the auction will continue, and the prices of subsequent lots will undoubtedly become more expensive.

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"The next exhibit may not be very interesting to the gentlemen here. But ladies and madams, they will definitely be moved."

"Yes, our next auction item is what women regard as their lives, high heels!"

The auctioneer's loud voice sounded slowly, but when they heard this, many men still shook their heads and laughed. Apparently, he only thought that the auctioneer was just talking nonsense to stir up the atmosphere.

The auctioneer seemed to have expected everyone's reaction, and still said with a smile: "Gentlemen, please don't laugh. Just as we women don't understand your man's obsession with cars, you also don't understand our women's hot spot for high heels. .Perhaps, you will never know what high heels represent to a woman with elegant taste?

"Having a pair of beautiful shoes is just as important as having a pair of beautiful high heels." JrNovels.com