When Jiang Fuli went back, Bai Qian was still squatting at the door.

She put away her umbrella and looked up lazily at the continuous heavy rain. Her long hair was randomly pulled back by a simple wooden hairpin. The hair on her forehead was wet by the rain and mist, and it fell slightly across the cold white hair.

cheek.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, testing, hesitating, lonely, unable to find its way home, it accidentally broke into a splash-ink painting.

"You walk very slowly." Bai Qian looked up at him. Her eyelashes were black and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fuli returned the phone to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said casually: "I took a look at a not very smart classmate in your class doing a problem."

"Who is it?" Bai Qian stood up and followed him outside. The training class was full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

There is no one who is not very smart.

She took the phone, and the red ribbon on her right hand reflected the white jade-like wrist, and the color was bright and rich.

"Sit in front of you."

Bai Qian: "...?"

It is said that the person who can be admitted to Jiangjing University this year, Ning Xiao, who is always ranked first and second in the school?

He's not very smart?

Jiang Fuli held an umbrella, his fingers clearly knuckled, "Why do you want to show your classmates the questions today?"

"Oh, we're divided into groups," Bai Zian walked lazily, "In groups of four, I copied a copy for the other three teammates."

Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly.

While the two were talking, they arrived at the milk tea shop. Ming Dongheng and Jiang He squatted at the door of the milk tea shop.

Jiang He was still slowly turning the seventh-order five-rubber cube. The seventh-order five-rubber cube was a sphere with twelve sides. There were many and complicated speed-twisting formulas, but Jiang Fuli thought it was too simple and was too lazy to write the formula for him. He

It can only be restored by relying on memory.

Therefore, his actions were terrible to Jiang Fuli, who gently looked away.

Jiang He: "..."

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fuli.

Bai Qian grabbed his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?"

Jiang He grabbed her by the corner of her clothes and wouldn't look at Jiang Fuli even if he beat her to death.

Seeing Jiang Fuli coming over, Ming Dongheng stood up and followed him, handing him the red invitation letter in his hand, "Bureau Chen bought an invitation letter on the black market. The auction will start at seven o'clock the day after tomorrow."

"Are you sure it is the original work of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside and reached out to take the invitation, coldly.

"Definitely, but who it is from will be announced after the auction."

Jiang Fuli nodded, leaned against the sofa in the corner with his tall figure, and casually put the invitation letter on the table, "What questions did you leave today?"

Bai Zian handed him the title and looked at the familiar invitation——

Because Zhang Shize used it to play table tennis, there was an obvious dent in the middle.

she:"……"

"Don't send this answer to your classmates yet." After Jiang Fuli explained the analysis to her, he picked up the pen and wrote down another question. His tone was light and there was no emotion in it, "Let them think for themselves first."

**

When Bai Zian went back, the rain gradually became lighter.

Today, Ji Shaorong was still waiting for her at the entrance of the alley.

When she went back, the lights in Ji Heng's yard were on, and Ji Heng was drinking tea with a middle-aged man in the middle hall.

There is also a beautiful gift on the table.

He is Ren Qian's secretary-general.

"Miss Bai is back," the secretary-general stood up to say goodbye after seeing Bai Qian, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

It was obvious that he left just as Bai Qian came back.

After the others left, Ji Shaorong frowned: "Dad, I can just go and tell the Ren family. And even though the police force in Xiangcheng has been strengthened, it may not be able to..."

"Don't interfere, I'll ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.

Bai Zian sat aside, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for them to finish talking.

Ji Heng lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette. In the smoke, Bai Jian was looking at him momentarily: "..."

"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out directly: "I remembered that I had stewed ginger soup for Azian. I'm going to see if it's ready."

It was a rainy day on Saturday, and Bai Qian and Jiang He spent another day reading in the library.

They all have something to do on Sunday night.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Zian came back from the library, the Ren family's car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street to pick her up on time.

"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, "Your grandpa and our husband went to the auction house. Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here. Do you want to go?"

Bai Xian raised his eyes and asked lazily, "Auction house?"

"Yes, there are auction items for Liang Zewen's disciples today, and your grandpa is also there."

Bai Zian stopped in place for a long time before nodding.

The driver glanced at her, not surprised.

Bai Zian sat back, her wrists resting loosely on her knees, and she opened the vocabulary app on her phone and started memorizing English words.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. He knew it was the Ji family.

But she didn't expect that it would be the first time she took a commercial vehicle of this level without feeling cramped at all.

The car slowly drove into the intersection of Blackwater Street.

At the entrance, the driver respectfully handed over an official document before letting him go. The driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass to come here, especially since there is an auction today. Not everyone can come in."

Bai Zian was memorizing words without even raising his head.

The White Tiger Auction House is at the end of Heishui Street. From a distance, you can see a 20-meter-high stone sculpture of a white tiger lying majestically at the door of the auction house.

There was a queue of people at the entrance.

The driver couldn't drive in, so he parked the car far away, "Miss Bai, you go and line up first. Mr. Ren and the others will go in first later, and someone will pick you up at the entrance."

Bai Zian got out of the car and walked into the crowd wearing headphones.

Mao Kun held a cigarette in his hand and stood at the entrance of the auction house to prevent anyone from making trouble.

He has yellow hair and a ferocious look, and has a very bad reputation in this street, especially since I recently heard that the broken scorpion was related to him.

Blackwater Street is very famous for its ability to fight poisonous scorpions and bring down poisonous scorpions. This Mao Kun is no ordinary person at first glance.

His reputation spread far and wide, and even the people in the arena were in awe of him.

Today's auction was held in front of distinguished guests from all over the world, and he was dragged into this situation by his godfather.

Others who knew him wished they could stay three meters away from him.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Bai Qian in the crowd.

Mao Kun narrowed his eyes, stood up straight and walked into the crowd.

"Wow--"

A group of wealthy businessmen lined up quickly dispersed.

"Sister," Mao Kun walked up to Bai Qian and touched his head innocently, "Aren't you coming? Why are you crowded with this group of people? I will take you in from the back."

Enter the passage.

The Baihu Auction House is very large, circular in shape, with three floors from top to bottom. The first and second floors are ordinary boxes, and the third floor is special boxes.

Knowing that Ren's private room was on the first floor, Mao Kun accompanied her to the first floor. The private room on the first floor was very small, with only a table and a few wooden chairs. He was not satisfied with the environment and frowned: "Sister, I

Can I help you move to the third floor?"

Bai Qian found a chair by the window and sat down, lazily leaning on the window sill with her elbows. She was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved top today, and the braided light blue buttons were buttoned neatly. When she raised her hand, she revealed

White wrists, and red wristbands tied loosely.

Sitting down, the long skirt covers the entire chair.

"No need." She leaned casually on the window sill, her almond-shaped eyes slightly drooped, and she couldn't hide her beauty every time she looked up.

Mao Kun didn't dare to look any further. He asked someone to serve tea and asked Bai Qian to come to him directly if he had anything to do. Then he went out to calm down again.

It's close to seven o'clock.

The sound of admission was only heard on the first floor.

Ren Qian was walking at the front outside the door, and beside him was Ji Heng. The two of them were talking while walking to the box.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu walked last.

"It's been seven years, and you may not be able to find it..." Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, and the secretary-general helped them open the door of the box. Ren Qian's words suddenly stopped when he reached his mouth.
To be continued...