Chapter 24：

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"Wow--"

With the loud banging sound, the exquisite peacock brooch broke apart on the display.

The diamond splits along the corners of the cutting surface, and the cracked place refracts the light of the crystal lamp, which has the beauty of powder and bone.

In order to ensure that it would break immediately, Tang Xinyu used all his strength, and the tiger's mouth holding the hammer was slightly numb. In the shocked eyes of the audience, Tang Xinyu returned the hammer to the host, lightly descending the platform.

You don't need to look at it to know how ugly Tang Ruifeng's complexion is now, as much as throwing a slap on his face in public.

Needless to say, Yang Siyu, the long-awaited diamond brooch, which was about to be handed over, was cut off halfway by Tang Xinyu, who was suddenly killed, and took a high price back.

Yang Siyu had a strange feeling. He always felt that Tang Xinyu's eyes when he stepped down seemed to say: See, I would rather smash it than give you!

Indifferently, a chilled Yang Siyu kept suggesting that he should think more. How could Tang Xinyu be so hostile to himself for no reason? I must have thought more about myself!

However, that brooch ... so distressed ... I do n’t know if Uncle Tang can find another one for himself.

Tang Xinyu returned to his place, and Master Mo applauded: "It is worthy of being the daughter of the Iron Lady, and she is exactly the same as her."

Tang Xinyu smiled: "Grandpa Mo, I'm sorry! It's disturbing you."

Mr. Mo waved his hand carelessly, watching the dumbfounded host shouting at people to clean up the display stand and pushing the next exhibit.

Tang Xinyu said sorry, but there was no apology in his heart. As long as Lin's behind her does not fall, and the shares in her hands do not decrease, anyone who tries to profit from her will not be unhappy with her because of some small waves.

This is the heart of Tang Xinyu.

Tang Xinyu's eyes fell back on Mo Yifan.

Mo Yifan always makes Tang Xinyu feel that he is in a layer of mist. Even Tang Xinyu who reads countless people can hardly guess his thoughts.

Looking at him talking to others from a distance, it was like a vigorous cypress standing proudly in the cold winter moon, covered with a layer of white frost and snow, cold and alienated, cold and alienated from the cold weather of the withering of everything, clean and clean , Indifferent to some thin feelings, can only watch from a distance.

But when Tang Xinyu came over, Song Bai shook his cold, stretched the leaves. The smoky gray sweater with V-neck outlines Mo Yifan's shoulder blades and neck, and the throat knot slides up and down.

"Do I look so fascinated?"

Tang Xinyu saw no embarrassment, and looked at Mo Yifan up and down generously: "It is indeed beautiful."

Mo Yifan seemed to be very satisfied with Tang Xinyu's evaluation. Among the successive bids, the deliberately lowered voice appeared particularly low and sexy: "When will Miss Tang want to taste? Wait anytime."

I just want to casually slap it, but I was stunned. What to do with Tang Xin: "..."

Tang Xinyu couldn't help but look away, and felt that this was too counseling, and immediately moved his eyes back to Mo Yifan's face, but there was always a feeling in his heart that the wolf was staring at him.

Tang Xinyu remained silent for a long time before reluctantly opening his mouth: "You are too old, I am afraid to gnaw your teeth."

Mo Yifan: "..."

Yifan was so choked that he was speechless this time. The frowning of his eyebrows was slightly condensed. Instead, he looked helplessly at Tang Xinyu's unspeakable Desir and secretly stolen in order to win a round.

Later, Yang Siyu raised a card and took some small things, and finally spent 1.5 million, so that he did not seem so abrupt in his previous bid for brooches. After the charity auction is over, it is the official start of the birthday feast.

Mr. Mo hurried back to fashion and held a popular buffet-style meal-sharing style among young people, but it made most people feel happy. The whole banquet hall was rushing around, seizing the time to make a good relationship. After all, the main purpose of people who come to birthday parties is not to eat.

Lin Wensen didn't know what happened to Mo Yifan. Tang Xinyu had to take over the responsibility of taking care of Mo Yifan and took a little for him in front of him.

Tang Xinyu's gaze circulated among the crowds of strategists, with a quiet tone of voice: "Mo Shao, there is nothing more."

Mo Yifan didn't take the cold encounter into his heart: "Just as I want, no one will disturb our two-person world."

As soon as the voice fell, Yun Xiuyao's big horn sounded.

"Sister, you're too brave. Two million say it's smashed, without blinking your eyes, aren't you afraid that your dad is anxious and scolded you for losing?" Yun Xiuyao strode over, and the man behind trot followed Behind.

"Huh, why are you always following me so tightly?" Yun Xiuyao turned his back and threw a glance at the man behind him. "Don't you say there is someone you know here? Go find your friend."

The man scratched his head in embarrassment: "They are not as interesting as you."

Yun Xiuyao tickled the collar of the man frivolously, and took the opportunity to touch a man's chest muscles: "Come together, I'm just your little friend playing together."

"Go home!" Yun Xiuyao changed his face instantly and pushed the man's chest hard. "Sister has no time to play with you."

A tall man almost a meter and nine swayed slightly, his eyes were pitifully sticking to Yun Xiuyao, his feet were sticking to the floor, and he couldn't move.

Yun Xiuyao raised his palm in front of his eyes and sighed, "I really haven't seen it."

Tang Xinyu, who was watching the game, felt amused and quickly rounded the field: "There is still space here, sit together."

The man immediately crossed Yun Xiuyao and sat down at a position separated from Tang Xinyu. He patted the chair adjacent to Tang Xinyu and patted it. Zhao Yunxiu greeted happily, "Sit down, there is a place."

Yun Xiuyao rolled his eyes silently, so he had to sit down in the chair he pulled away and briefed Tang Xinyu: "Kong Ming, the chicken that crowed."

Tang Xinyu and Kong Ming quickly shook hands: "Nice to meet you, Tang Xinyu. This is ..."

Tang Xinyu pointed to Mo Yifan around him and paused: "Mo Yifan."

Mo Yifan nodded slightly towards Kong Ming, counted as a hello. Kong Ming smiled shyly, turned around and asked Yun Xiuyao what he wanted to eat, he went to get it.

Yun Xiuyao flatly refused: "Do not eat, losing weight. Xinyu, accompany me to the bathroom."

Mo Yifan watched Yun Xiuyao and Tang Xinyu leave their backs, lowering their heads and slicing the steaks on the plate slowly: "Mr. Kong, look up for a long time."

Before, it was like Kong Ming, a shy little boy. At this moment, the old **** was smoking a cigarette from the cigarette case on the ground. It was not ignited. He dangled it in his mouth, narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Yifan. Mo Shao's eyes. "

Mo Yifan humbly accepted: "Where is better than Mr. Kong's play. If I knew in advance that the Confucian family would send people over, I wouldn't think that the heirs of the Confucian family would favor a woman's emotional card."

In the face of Mo Yifan's unabashed piercing of his own mind, Kong Ming was not angry, but rather complacent: "Everyone else, in front of Mo Shao, I am a little witch, and I am willing to worship the wind."

Kong Ming's words meant something, and he glanced at Mo Yifan's legs unintentionally, biting the cigarette holder slightly and smiling gently.

The two drank the smoke one by one, and the other sat elegantly on the steak, looking harmonious. Who knows what ghosts are hiding under their skins.

In the hallway of the side hall of the banquet hall, Yun Xiuyao complained in Tang Xinyu: "Mom, I already knew it was such a sticky spirit. I shouldn't be overwhelmed by the Bodhisattva's heart on the way. Stop and plant him."

Tang Xinyu: "Oh? Really? I just didn't know who wiped someone's oil to be happy."

Yun Xiuyao was thick-skinned: "Anyway, I have to be annoyed, why can't I find some fun ..."

Just about to turn along the corridor, Tang Xinyu suddenly hurriedly covered Yun Xiuyao's mouth and flashed into the side lounge. Yun Xiuyao's pupils dilated slightly, his back was pressed tightly against the wall by Tang Xinyu, and he watched blankly as Tang Xinyu took out his phone and shot it out of the door.

Yun Xiuyao stood on tiptoe, not allowing high heels to point to the floor, staring at the door frame and staring at the phone screen. She knew the two people who were photographed on the screen and happened to have met with Tang Xinyu not long ago.

He Bilian and the wife of Hongxiang Communications CEO stood at the other end of the corridor face to face.

The wife of Hongxiang Communications CEO stuffed something into He Bilian's hand, He Bilian shoved a few times, and finally stuffed it into her handbag. The two ladies then approached the banquet hall dearly.

Yun Xiuyao patted Tang Xinyu's arm: "What's going on? Suddenly it turned into an agent movie."

Tang Xinyu replayed the video in his hand, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "What about unexpected joy."

Yun Xiuyao was puzzled and stared at Tang Xinyu, with a serious expression: "Why did you suddenly get involved with He Bilian? Don't tell me that you were not intentional at the auction before."

Yun Xiuyao knows the character of Tang Xinyu too well. Even if the peacock brooch really had a bad meaning, Tang Xinyu could shoot the brooch without disturbing anyone. Where would he go on stage in such a big way and smash it in public? Just now Mo Yifan and Kong Ming were there, and Yun Xiuyao didn't know well, but he took the excuse of going to the bathroom to pull Tang Xinyu out.

Tang Xinyu put away his phone: "There are some holidays."

Tang Xinyu couldn't tell Jia Xiu to Yun Xiuyao, because he was afraid that Yun Xiuyao's dynamite barrel would rush directly to slap his face. Now the hunting net has just been rolled out, and it is not time to close the net.

Yun Xiuyao confirmed that the ease on Tang Xinyu's face was not a fraud, and did not ask, but only whispered, "There is a need to call me."

Yun Xiuyao, who was ready to insert a knife for his friend at any time, made Tang Xinyu feel a little moisturized, and softly "huh".

When the two people reached the door of the bathroom, they ran into a person who happened to come out.

Yun Xiuyao repeatedly said, "Tuem": "The enemy's road is narrow. My heart, the ladies' bathroom should not be monitored."

Tian Wanwan backed back alertly: "I am already Mrs. Mo."

Yun Xiuyao: "Do you still remember that you are Mrs. Mo? Then why don't you remember to see Xinyu and respectfully shout 'Little Auntie'? It seems that Mo's wife's training is not in place before going to work.

Yun Xiuyao didn't believe it. Tian Wanwan's words at the auction that seemed to comfort and actually lead the battle were Tian Wanwan's inadvertent loss.

Tian Wanwan held her hands in front of her stomach, looking at Tang Xinyu with a calm expression, and her eyes faintly begged.

Tang Xinyu's eyes were a bit daunting: "Since it has been fulfilled, just manage one acre and three cents, and don't get to the end ..."

Tang Xinyu gently rubbed Tian Wanwan's shoulder and crossed her: "The bamboo basket fetched water."

Tian Wanwan covered her belly, lowered her head, and hurriedly walked past Yun Xiuyao.

"Heart language, I'm going to be broken by you handsomely." Yun Xiuyao followed into the bathroom, his eyes widened, and his face was worshipped. "Look at me, I can be 1 or 0, and I can be small My sister will never stop! "

Tang Xinyu indifferently pushed Yun Xiuyao's head up: "I refuse."

Tian Wanwan in the corridor leaned on the wall and slowly raised his head, the fire of hatred in his eyes could not be covered.

"Tang Xinyu, don't you just rely on your identity as Miss Tang Family? If you are no longer Miss Tang Family, can you be so rampant?"

Tian Wanwan sent a text message to go out.

"Only half of the last news was posted, and the rest half, do you want it?"

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