After hearing this, Qiao Lanxin was stunned.

After a long while, he slapped his thigh and said, "Why didn't I think of this?"

After saying that, she couldn't help but praise him, "Mrs. Chen, you are not a mother-in-law with three daughters-in-law. This trick is really great."

The other two were curious about what Mrs. Chen's method was.

But Qiao Lanxin and Mrs. Chen were unwilling to reveal a single word, and the two of them didn't dare to ask any more questions, so they played a few more rounds of mahjong before finally dispersing.

Several days passed.

Qiao Lanxin never went to the hospital again.

Song Qingyu can finally recuperate in the hospital.

While recuperating from her injuries, she also did not forget to read information about antiques.

She had originally let it go and planned to enter the entertainment industry.

But after the incident on the isolated island, her plan was disrupted again.

I don’t know what happened to Fang Yu.

Are you still in the crew of "Longing"?

besides……

Song Qingyu lowered her eyelashes and looked at the calendar on the wall.

Gu Hanxing's birthday passed two days ago.

In the end, her gift was never given away.

"Sister Qingyu..." A burst of brisk footsteps came from the door.

Song Qingyu raised her eyes and saw Song Yan wearing a white suit.

Qiao Lanxin didn't come these days, but Song Yan came every day.

And every time I come, I bring some nourishing food.

Today is no exception.

He placed a box of chicken soup on the table. "This is the chicken soup my mother made especially for you. She got up at 3 o'clock last night. Try it. It's so delicious."

This is also what Song Yan always says.

As for whether it was stewed by Qiao Lanxin, Song Qingyu didn't care.

She just wants to take care of her health now.

Leave quickly.

"Sister Qingyu..."

After Song Qingyu finished her soup, Song Yan took out two invitations from her bag. "Your leg is almost healed now. I happen to have two invitations here. They were given to me by the manager of the antique auction. Please come with me."

Song Qingyu glanced at it.

There was only a simple line of words on the invitation.

——Invite Mr. Song Yan to participate in our bank’s auction.

The time is the day after tomorrow evening.

It looks quite mysterious.

Song Qingyu was moved, but did not agree: "No, thank you."

Seeing that Song Qingyu was rejecting him, Song Yan pursed his lips and said, "Sister Qingyu, this auction house rarely opens, usually once every ten years.

Because the antiques in their house are rare in the world.

So this opportunity is rare.

If you miss it, you’ll have to wait another ten years.”

Song Qingyu looked up at Song Yan: "This is NY in Country M, right?"

Song Yan's expression changed slightly.

After Song Qingyu woke up, he didn't want her to know the environment she was in.

He deliberately created the illusion that she was still in China.

Ah Xiang is Chinese.

The hospital here is also a Chinese hospital, and Chinese characters are displayed everywhere.

The only loophole was that Song Qingyu was thrown into the garbage dump.

But at that time, she suffered a lot.

Even in that situation, she was still able to observe the area she was in. It was really incredible.

"Yes, this is NY in Country M."

"In other words, I'm now in the Wolf Organization's base camp, right under their noses, or should I say, I'm in the hands of the Wolf Organization..."

Song Qingyu said this, looking at Song Yan with smiling eyes.

When those people called Song Yan "Young Master" on the boat, she knew that Song Yan was closely connected to the Wolf organization.

But at that time, Song Yan was protecting her and didn't hurt her.

She didn't care who he was.

But now...

"Sister Qingyu," Song Yan felt that there was no need to hide it at this point. "I am indeed a member of the Wolf Organization. As for my identity, I can't tell you yet, but don't worry, I will never hurt you."

Song Qingyu still believed this.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes like butterfly wings: "Since you don't want to say it, then I won't force you, but I still won't go to this auction.

The Wolf Organization will definitely look for me again. If I show up, won’t it be dangerous? "

Song Yan: "Sister Qingyu, you don't have to worry about this. This auction is very private. Every guest has their own private room, and they are required to wear masks.

There, even two people who are familiar with each other cannot recognize each other.

Even if you went together."

Song Qingyu didn't understand the last sentence.

"What's the meaning?"

Song Yan explained, "It's like this. Didn't I just say that each guest will be assigned a private room? When the time comes, after entering, the order of each guest will be shuffled, and the masks will be changed, so no one will recognize each other."

Song Qingyu hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll go and take a look."

In the end, she couldn't resist the temptation of antiques.

Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow night."

Song Qingyu nodded.

The two stopped talking.

Song Yan stayed for a while before leaving.

As soon as I got downstairs, I received a call from Qiao Lanxin.

"How is it? Did Song Qingyu finish the chicken soup I cooked?"

"I've finished drinking it."

Song Yan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Mom."

At first, when Qiao Lanxin said she wanted to make soup for Song Qingyu, Song Yan thought Qiao Lanxin was going to tamper with the soup.

He had someone check it and only after making sure that there was no problem did he feel at ease to bring the soup to Song Qingyu.

"Silly child, I'm your mother. Is it really necessary to say thank you for such a small thing?"

Song Yan scratched his head: "I am thanking you for finally accepting Qingyu."

Qiao Lanxin snorted coldly: "I didn't accept her."

Song Yan just thought Qiao Lanxin was being arrogant and didn't take it to heart.

He hung up the phone.

On the other side, Qiao Lanxin looked at the ingredients on the table, with an exaggerated curve at the corner of her lips.

She had already found out from Song Yan's assistant.

Song Yan will take Song Qingyu to the auction the day after tomorrow night.

The night after tomorrow, she will make Song Qingyu look bad.

After throwing all the ingredients into the rice cooker, Qiao Lanxin hummed a little tune, returned to the living room, put on a facial mask, and watched TV, feeling very comfortable.

Now, she is just waiting for the night after tomorrow.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is the night after tomorrow.

Song Qingyu's leg injury finally healed.

I can walk now.

However, because she hadn't walked for a while, she was a little unfamiliar at first.

After walking for a while, things finally returned to normal.

When Song Yan came to pick up Song Qingyu, Song Qingyu had already changed into a rose-colored long dress with the help of A Xiang.

Her long hair was tied up.

Revealing her delicate little face and beautiful, flawless facial features.

The whole person is still a beautiful existence in the glittering light of the night.

Song Yan looked at Song Qingyu and was distracted.