In the playful bidding, no one noticed that Ye Huanyan's face gradually turned pale. The deep shame in her heart came from the fact that her heart was trampled by everyone. She even didn't dare to look at Ling Han. She didn't dare to know why he did this.
Wasn't it enough to humiliate her once? Did he want to humiliate her in front of so many people?
Did he want to prove to her how worthless her feelings were?
"One million."
A cold voice sounded beside Ye Huanyan, sonorous and powerful.
The hostess seemed to be unbelievable. She stared at the direction of the bidder and said hesitantly, "President Ling, one million."
The laughter gradually died down.
Everyone's eyes gradually turned to the direction of Ling Han.
Ye Huanyan didn't hear clearly what the hostess said. When she looked up, she met a pair of clear eyes with some anger hidden in them. The hostess saw the astonishment in her eyes.
"One million and five hundred thousand …"
Two tables away from Ling Han, a deep voice sounded. The man who made the bid was about forty-five years old. His eyebrows were gentle and elegant. There was some banter in his gentle eyes. He nodded slightly to Ling Han.
Ling Han subconsciously glanced at Ye Huanyan.
"Do you know him?"
Ye Huanyan froze for a moment and shook her head. "No, I don't know him."
"Two million." Ling Han raised his card.
"Two million and five hundred thousand."
Ling Han frowned. Since he didn't know him, why was he interested in this napkin which was useless in the eyes of others?
"Three million."
"Three million and five hundred thousand."
No matter how Ling Han bid, the other party always increased the price by five hundred thousand, and his voice was still indifferent.
"…"
"Ten million." Ling Han raised his card and stared at the man closely.
Unexpectedly, under the gaze of thousands of people, the man stopped bidding and took a meaningful look at Ling Han. Then he turned his head and winked at a corner of the stage.
Following his gaze, Ling Han saw Su Mang on one side of the stage.
His expression darkened.
"10 million going once, 10 million going twice, 10 million going thrice, sold … Alright, our painting will end up in the hands of President Ling of the Pleasure Group."
The auctioneer's voice was particularly harsh at this moment. After the so-called 'small interlude', the remaining auction items were not as lively and interesting as this small napkin.
Before the auction ended, a man who looked like an assistant came over and asked Ling Han to go backstage to get the auction items.
When he arrived backstage, he met Su Mang, who was holding the napkin sealed by a layer of transparent film made of special material. She leaned against the corner of the sofa and looked at him with a smile.
"You know that man, right?"
As soon as he entered the door, Ling Han questioned him directly.
"Which man?" Su Mang blinked and showed a playful expression.
"I'm the one who organized the banquet, so of course I know all the guests."
Ling Han frowned and said in a deep voice, "The one who bid with me today …"
"Oh, you mean Director Li? We're quite familiar with each other. What's wrong?"
Su Mang pretended to ask the obvious.
Ling Han slowly exhaled and suppressed his temper, "Sister Su Mang, is it interesting to tease me? Even if you don't sell this painting, I will do it without hesitation if you ask me to pay 10 million yuan. "
"Of course, you pay more than 10 million yuan every year, but you still refuse to be on the list of celebrities in charity. You are too low-key."
Su Mang raised her chin and showed an unfathomable smile.
"But I always feel a little sorry to ask you to give me money for nothing every year."
"…" Ling Han's brows loosened a little, "What do you mean on earth?"
Su Mang shook the paper in her hand and asked with a blink,
"I'm suddenly very curious about the importance of Ye Huanyan in your heart."
"…"
Ling Han was silent for a few seconds and stared at Su Mang.
"Is this the meaning of you taking this thing out for auction?"
"No matter what the result is, I will definitely return this thing to you in the end. I'm just curious, Ling Han."
Su Mang lowered her head and glanced at the "painting".
"Although you didn't tell me who drew it, it is not difficult to see that it is the work of Ye Huanyan from the yellowed paper and the letter 'Y' on the corner. If I remember correctly, she studied art in college."
"So what?"
Ling Han's face became a little more serious, "Even if she drew it, so what? I just want to take back what originally belongs to me. It has nothing to do with her. "
A trace of strangeness flashed through Su Mang's eyes. She raised her eyes and looked at Ling Han.
"If Manager Li continues to bid, how much do you think you will give up this auction item?"
Ling Han stared at Su Mang for a few seconds and grabbed the paper, leaving only his back to Su Mang and a sentence that had nothing to do with him, "Su Mang, you are just my father's apprentice. Don't meddle too much."
After Ling Han left, Su Mang stared at his back for a while. She seemed to see the shadow of another person in her eyes. Suddenly, she felt a little lost.
"When a usually calm person avoids answering someone else's question and uses personal attacks or drawing a clear line to try to divert the attention of both parties, it means that this kind of question is very important to this person. It can even be said that this kind of question directly hit the vital point of this person."
A deep man's voice sounded from the door of the bathroom.
Su Mang turned around and glanced at the man.
"What do you think of Ling Han's mind when I asked him just now?"
The man's shoulders shrugged slightly, showing a look of confidence.
"He is a thirty-year-old man. He should have an adult's view on his feelings. In fact, you don't need to worry so much. As he said just now when he left, you are just Ling Dongming's apprentice. In fact, you have nothing to do with him."
Su Mang was stunned for a few seconds and sighed slowly, "I'm afraid that he can see it clearly but can't do it."
"Compared with this, I am more curious about why you are so worried about him. Is it because he is your master's son or because he is Ling Dongming's son? "
"Is there a difference?"
"Yes," the man's eyes deepened a little, "Master, there is a difference between you and a man."
Su Mang's face was obviously stiff. She avoided the physical contact between the man and her and took a step back, "Li Ao, you are meddling too much."
In the banquet hall.
Ye Huanyan sat at the table and waited until the end of the banquet, but Ling Han didn't come back. After the banquet was over, a teenager dressed as a waiter came to inform her that Ling Han had left in advance.
The teenager waiter looked annoyed and apologized again and again.
"Miss, I'm really sorry. Mr. Ling told me early in the morning. I was called by the kitchen for something at the last minute, so I forgot about it. Please don't complain about me!"
Ye Huanyan sighed helplessly, "It doesn't matter. I won't complain about you."
She just glanced at the time on the big screen in the banquet hall. It was already eleven o 'clock at night. She didn't know whether it was easy to get a taxi in this place.
"Yan Yan …"
Ye Huanyan was called and turned around. She saw Su Nianhua in a royal blue suit at a glance. He was looking at her with surprise, "It's really you!"
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