Yu Jinwen was unmoved. He didn't think his divorce from Nan Song had anything to do with him wanting to take pictures of these four small enamel bowls. Besides, it was he who initiated the divorce in the first place, not Nan Song.

The auction became Nan Song and Yu Jinwen's home court again. The two of them were completely at loggerheads. You and I raised the signs one after another, without shouting more each time. We were one hundred thousand more than the other party, deliberately trying to test each other's patience.

The other party’s bottom line.

The other people present watched the two people from the south and the north fighting like students, and listened to the auctioneer constantly quoting prices, and they were all sleepy.

Is this the rhythm of shouting to 100 million?

The auctioneer shouted until he shouted "five million" and Nan Song stopped.

Bai Luyu said: "What, you can't shout anymore? Let me help you."

He comforted Nan Song, "It's okay. No matter how much this little bowl is called, I will sign the order for you. On the Bai family's territory, can I still let outsiders bully you?"

Just as Bai Qi was about to raise the sign, Nan Song stopped him. She shook her head, "It's only worth the money. It would be pointless to shout any more."

The last four small enamel bowls were successfully photographed by Yu Jinwen for "five million".

At this point in the auction, the donation amount has reached nearly 30 million, far exceeding expectations. The happiest thing is the organizer "Zero Hour" magazine. Tomorrow's hot search can already be pre-ordered.

"Let's go."

Nan Song left the venue with his assistant. Bai Luyu was left by Bai Yiting to handle the auction items and money, and did not leave with Nan Song.

Gu Heng arrived a little late, and the car was parked outside. He asked Nan Song to wait on the roadside for a while while he went to drive the car over.

The evening breeze was a bit chilly. Nan Song crossed his arms and his shoulders suddenly sank. He turned his head and met Fu Yu's bright smiling face, "Is it cold? I'm more of a gentleman. I'll let you wear it for a while."

Nan Song raised his hands and was about to take them off when someone stripped him of his clothes.

Yu Jinwen threw the windbreaker he took off into Fu Yu's arms, then took off his suit jacket and put it on Nan Song, saying: "He drank alcohol and his clothes smell very bad. Wear mine."

"Thank you. No need. The one who is close to the ink is black, and yours will not be as fragrant."

Nan Song shook his shoulders and returned his coat along the way.

He tilted his head and saw the four small bowls held by He Zhao. Nan Song's eyes darkened in the night, and his red lips pursed slightly.

Yu Jinwen said frankly: "I'm sorry, I also like these four small bowls."

Nan Song put on a business smile and said, "Congratulations."

"Do you like it?" Fu Yu couldn't help it anymore and helped him, "If Miss Nan really likes it, Lao Yu can give it to you, right?"

Yu Jinwen looked at him strangely, "When did I say such a thing?"

Fu Yu: "..."

The pig teammate who can’t lead him is drunk too.

Nan Song smiled slightly, "That's not necessary. A gentleman does not take away someone's love. I will fight for what I like. Since I gave up, it means that the fate is not enough, and there is nothing to regret."

Gu Heng drove the car over, got out and opened the door for Nan Song. Nan Song said calmly: "Goodbye, you two."

After another pause, she glanced at Yu Jinwen and said, "Oh, I made a mistake just now. I hope this is the last time I meet Mr. Yu. You are not welcome in Nancheng."

Nan Song got into the car and drove away.

Yu Jinwen pondered the last words Nan Song said and frowned, "Is she angry?"

"Did you notice it after I wiped it?"

Fu Yu wanted to kneel down for him, and sighed deeply, "You are like this. I will never pity you if you are a bachelor for the rest of your life. You deserve it. If you keep going, Nan Song will completely give up on you if you continue to work hard."
Chapter completed!