In the private room on the second floor, Mr. Guibo was sitting on the sofa with his hands on crutches.
There was a bodyguard standing in the door, his eyes turned to Ye Wan, and he turned back to look at Uncle Gui, "My boss, she's here."
A satisfied smile appeared on Uncle Gui's face.
He knew that if the eldest lady knew about this, she would never let it go.
So, he guessed correctly, right?
The crutch clicked and hit the young man next to him on the leg accurately. The noble uncle ordered: "Go and put out all those good goods."
"you sure?"
The handsome young man was holding a pair of walnut plates and playing with them quickly.
There is a string of Buddhist beads on her white wrist, and her whole person has a feminine temperament.
Hearing what the noble uncle said, he just asked a question, and without even waiting for the noble uncle to speak, he got up and went downstairs through the back door to make arrangements.
As the young man went downstairs, in the hall, the curtain on the stage slowly opened and the auction began.
As soon as the auctioneer appeared, there was a moment of commotion in the audience.
"Young Master? Long time no see. Where did you get rich?"
"As soon as Mr. Gui came on stage, he knew that there were a lot of good products today. Everyone's eyes were opened..."
The young man on the stage held the walnuts in his hand, held the auction mallet in his other hand, and knocked on the table informally.
Looking around with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, you could hear a needle drop in the hall.
Jiang Yanchi subconsciously shrank back into the sofa, tugged on Ye Wan's sleeves and asked, "Sister Wan, did I hear wrongly? Is that person on the stage a ghost or a noble?"
Those eyes are too scary, right?
It was pitch black, and at first glance it looked like it was falling into a whirlpool.
With just such a gentle sweep, no one dared to speak.
He was obviously a young man about the same age as him, but he had a lifeless and sinister aura about him.
So, it’s Mr. Gui, right?
After speaking for a long time, Jiang Yanchi didn't hear a reply from Ye Wan. When Jiang Yanchi turned around, he saw Ye Wan squinting his eyes and looking at the ghost boy on the stage with a thoughtful look on his face.
Your uncle.
Little ghost.
A somewhat blurry scene appeared in Ye Wan's mind.
On the day we left Lucheng, it was not yet evening, but it was already extremely dark.
In the pouring rain, she saw the figure kneeling at the door of the hospital.
His back was hunched, and beside him lay a half-grown boy, his face was as white as a sheet of paper, and he looked like he had no breath at all.
It seemed like there was only her and them in the vast world.
The cars going in and out left countless streaks of water, and some people opened their windows and yelled, then walked away.
The sound of rain was accompanied by curses and desperate cries.
Ye Wan couldn't turn a blind eye.
She didn't do much, just left an umbrella and a contact information.
As she left, she glanced at the boy lying on the ground.
The boy's skin was so white that it was almost transparent.
At that moment, Ye Wan thought of Snow White in the ice coffin.
Snow White has seven dwarfs guarding her.
Although the boy's situation is much worse than that of Snow White, he still has a father who loves him, which is not bad either.
Whether he can be saved or not depends on his fate.
After crossing the road wetly, Ye Wan looked back and saw that the two figures had disappeared.
After that, she left Lucheng.
see once.
Ye Wan did not expect that she would see them in Hengcheng after five years.
Looking up at the young man on the stage who was showing nobility in every move he raised, Ye Wan couldn't help but curl her lips.