"If you don't want to borrow it, don't borrow it... There's no need to humiliate people like this. Maybe you think it doesn't matter if you trample on me at will, but it will hurt me." Mu Baoer's voice trembled, and he coldly withdrew his hand and walked away.
If a man is reliable, a sow can climb a tree. Haha, this sentence is indeed correct.
Mu Baoer could only laugh at himself, use Ah Q's spirit, and try his best to forget the series of humiliations just now.
But what should she do if she doesn’t have 10 million? Doesn’t she even have a chance to bet on her own destiny tonight?
Next is the ball. As Mu Lanlan said, this kind of charity ball is a stage for women to compete for dignity, with high-class ladies and various stars competing for beauty.
Fortunately, she avoided it because her dress was dirty.
Hearing the bids at the auctions, Mu Baoer felt funny and sighed. It felt like the bids in the slave market, but the bidding in units of tens of thousands really made people feel the huge gap between the rich and the poor in this society.
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The bidding of one million or five million for a dance already made her jaw drop to the ground, but the higher and higher prices later made Mu Baoer's eyes widen. Ten million, damn, do you want this?
Exaggeration, even if it’s a charity ball, you wouldn’t fight like this!
Alas, these damn rich people spend millions on dancing. If they are so rich, why can't they just pluck her hair to help her?
Poor poor people, like her, who have worked for half their lives, can't even earn a single dance.
Mu Baoer watched the excitement and listened to the enviable and jealous numbers. She couldn't help but wonder who was the highest auctioneer and which woman would get the highest price in the audience. She must be very proud!
Soon she heard a startling number.
"Fifty million, Miss Mu Lanlan."
The voices in the audience suddenly fell silent. Although they were all people who were accustomed to big events, many people still looked slightly surprised. After all, this kind of charity ball was not official, and it would not be on TV. They dared to spend one or two thousand.
Winning a lot of face with a woman you like is already the limit.
The number of fifty million is still too big. It is impossible for this number to appear again tonight, so Miss Mu Lanlan is the most eye-catching and most honorable prom queen tonight.
The guests all turned their attention to the bidder and found that it was the handsome young man who walked in with Feng Guishui. His expression was elegant and indifferent, as if the bid was just an ordinary number. Mu Lanlan gave it to him with great excitement.
A big hug, all the lights were on them, and they won applause and praise from the audience.
Mu Baoer stared blankly at the intersection of the spotlights. Mu Lanlan smiled sweetly, holding Ji Mo's arm and walking into the dance floor to lead the dance. She watched them dance on the dance floor with graceful postures, like a pair of charming golden boys and girls.
, the woman is cute and cute, the man is gentle and unrestrained, the kind of warm and affectionate atmosphere is something she has never experienced from Ji Mo.
Her heart suddenly felt a bitter and uncomfortable feeling.
It's not envy or jealousy, but a deep awareness of the difference between clouds and mud. Mu Lanlan is the clouds in the sky, and she is the mud under her feet.
He could use 50 million to auction a dance to please Mu Lanlan.
To her, she was so humble that she was not as good as a mistress. Other women could at least get money for being a mistress, but she was actually a free bed and companion for free...