At 10:00 p.m., the auction started on time.
In the private room, Song Xuan and the other five people did not show any interest in the products for the auction. Xiao Ranyun was very interested in Xiao Yuanmu for some reason and kept talking to him. Xiao Yuanmu, who usually spoke very little and hardly talked to others, was unexpectedly gentle to Xiao Ranyun.
Of course, except Song Xuanhe, no one else in the private room felt this kind of tenderness. Xiao Shenglin even felt that his cousin was being a bit rude by pestering Xiao Yuanmu to talk to him, because although Xiao Yuanmu answered every question, his answers were very cold, and he would almost never say the second word if he could answer with one word.
Xiao Ranyun also felt that Xiao Yuanmu didn't seem to be a talkative person, and she shouldn't talk to him at this time. But for some reason, ever since she talked to Xiao Yuanmu, she felt that she wanted to get close to this person and wanted to say a few more words to him.
"Brother Yuanmu, you just looked at the auction catalog. Is there anything you like?"
Xiao Yuanmu's answer was still brief: "No."
"I think there is a cufflink designed by Master McPhee for the 30th anniversary that is especially suitable for you." Xiao Ranyun's eyes flickered. She had only known Xiao Yuanmu for about an hour, but she was already very close to him. "It will definitely look good if you put it on the white shirt you just changed."
Just after the bar manager paid the compensation, Xiao Yuanmu went upstairs to change into a spare set of clothes. He changed his original white shirt into the black one he wears now, which disrupted his originally cold temperament and showed a bit of nobleness and willfulness. However, Xiao Ranyun felt that white was more suitable for Brother Yuanmu.
"Ran Ran." Xiao Shenglin called out. Although his tone was still gentle, it contained a hint of warning: "The auction is about to begin. Don't keep disturbing Mr. Xiao."
Xiao Ranyun pursed her lips. After spending some time together, she and Zhou Nan and Song Xuanhe became familiar with each other, and they spoke in a much more tender and intimate manner.
At this time, she said to Song Xuanhe: "Brother Xuanhe, Brother Yuanmu, did I disturb you?"
Song Xuanhe was still talking to the system in his mind. Suddenly he heard Xiao Ranyun's voice and he subconsciously said, "No. What's wrong?"
Xiao Ranyun looked at Xiao Shenglin with a smile, a little proud on his face.
Xiao Shenglin shook his head and ignored him, continuing to look at the album in his hand, looking for something he liked.
Suddenly interrupted by Xiao Ranyun, thinking about what he had just said to the system, Song Xuanhe glanced at Xiao Yuanmu inadvertently, and happened to meet his gaze. Both of them paused, and then Song Xuanhe looked away first.
After retracting his gaze, Song Xuanhe continued the previous topic: [Are you sure that the waiter just now was the one in the book who tricked the original owner into selling her body? 】
[Yes, he was only vaguely mentioned once in the book. I just used his data to compare and search, and then I confirmed that it was him. 】
Song Xuanhe had never expected such a coincidence. Although he was not sure what the bar manager did, he could not escape the fact that he had been running a gray industry for a long time. The original owner's ex-boyfriend had a habit of gambling, and now that he was in the hands of that manager, he would definitely not be able to cause any trouble in the future.
Thinking about it this way, it was Xiao Yuanmu's misfortune that brought him blessing.
[But this waiter was just following orders.] 】The system said:【If you cannot avoid being framed for drug use, someone else may fill in the gap and put you on the right track later on. 】
Of course Song Xuanhe knew it, and he was prepared. He would die, but he would never let himself fall to the point of taking drugs and selling his body. Lu Chao, the instigator of the drug abuse, and the Lu family behind him had suffered repeated setbacks under his hints, and the company's performance had been declining again and again. As for Zhou Rong, one of the protagonists of that complicated love triangle, he already had a plan.
Without these two people stirring up trouble, Song Guochao's reputation had been ruined and he had no real power. He was not afraid of Xiao Yuanmu's revenge.
Moreover, after spending such a period of time together and reading what he read in the book, he had a certain understanding of Xiao Yuanmu. Xiao Yuanmu was indeed vindictive, but his methods were not dirty. Even in the book, even if the people whom Xiao Yuanmu took revenge on had their families destroyed, they were not tortured by those insidious and despicable methods, so he had nothing to be afraid of.
[When the enemy comes, we will fight back.] Song Xuanhe's eyes fell on the cufflink that appeared on the screen. His mind was instantly diverted and his tone became perfunctory: [What is going to happen will happen. 】
On the screen, the auctioneer introduced the cufflink in a vivid and moving manner, from its designer to its design inspiration to the story between it and the designer. He spoke for at least a thousand words and it took him two or three minutes to finish.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't hear what she said at all. His eyes were fixed on the cuffs, every aspect of which was photographed clearly and in detail, and light gradually appeared in his eyes.
As a fashion designer, Song Xuanhe is very interested in all beautiful designs in terms of aesthetics, including but not limited to jewelry. , architecture, automobile, furniture graphic design and other common design directions, even landscape, calligraphy and painting, and game design are all accepted.
Among them, he paid the most attention to the study of jewelry. There was no other reason, because when his parents were alive, his father loved to give his mother all kinds of jewelry, whether it was a holiday or an anniversary. Unfortunately, it was inconvenient for his mother to match them because of her job, but it did not hinder her love for it.
Even he was very young at that time and was greatly influenced by it. It can be said that the early jewelry design aesthetics had a great inspiration and function on his clothing design in some aspects.
This cufflink astonished him greatly, and at the same time, it instantly reminded him of the series of drawings he had drawn some time ago, which made him feel like something was missing no matter how he looked at them.
Jewelry!
He understood the reason. The clothes he designed were not lacking in diamonds and processed products inlaid on the clothes, but were well matched with the series of finished accessories.
In fact, many luxury brands, in addition to the original clothing design brands, also have corresponding jewelry and leather goods. When Song Xuanhe's studio had just established its foothold, how could a person who had just walked run? Therefore, Song Xuanhe, who was used to not using accessories, did not think about it in that regard.
Now, when he suddenly saw the cufflink, he suddenly realized that the disappointment that had been buried in his heart for some time because he was not satisfied with the design no matter how he drew it disappeared instantly.
He had never thought of making ready-made clothes, but clothing design was something he was proud of. When he was suddenly transported to another world, only when he saw the real design drawings on paper and saw the complete difference between himself and the original owner, did he have a sense of security that he was still himself and that he would eventually return. He suddenly encountered a bottleneck, which made him feel secretly panicked.
Now that the bottleneck has been broken, Song Xuanhe's anxiety, which had been hidden in his heart because of the changes in Xiao Yuanmu, has dissipated a lot.
"Now, the starting bid is 100,000, and the increment is 10,000."
The offer was displayed on the screen, and before Song Xuan could even think of diverting his attention, the cuff had already been auctioned for two hundred thousand.
Song Xuanhe quickly pressed the price increase button and directly raised the price to three hundred thousand.
Everyone in the box was a little surprised by Song Xuanhe's sudden move. They had just looked at the brochure and hadn't seen that he had any special liking for this cufflink. Why did he suddenly act so determined to get it?
Xiao Ranyun's eyes lit up, and she winked mischievously at Xiao Yuanmu who was looking at her, with an undisguised smile on her face.
Xiao Shenglin and Zhou Nan also exchanged a glance. They had heard what Xiao Ranyun had said just now, but they did not expect that Song Xuanhe would want to buy the cufflinks for Xiao Yuanmu based on just one sentence from Xiao Ranyun.
Zhou Nan had found it a little strange before, because when he saw Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu some time ago, he felt that although the relationship between them was not like that of an ordinary couple, there was also an aura between them that others could not interfere with. However, in the past few days, the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu made him a little confused again.
Now that he saw Song Xuan spending a fortune on Xiao Yuanmu, he felt relieved. At least he was not seduced by that kid Wei Chen.
The price was raised again and again, and when it reached 500,000, the speed of price increase slowed down. Except for Song Xuanhe, many people would hesitate for a few seconds before raising the price. After all, no matter how limited a cuff is and how meaningful it is, to put it bluntly, the designer is not dead yet, so it cannot be considered out of print.
With this idea in mind, everyone who was bidding with Song Xuanhe finally stopped bidding, and Song Xuanhe finally won the cufflink for 620,000 yuan.
Zhou Nan raised his glass with a smile: "Not bad, Song Er, toast."
Song Xuanhe got what he wanted and broke through his calmness. He was in a very good mood at this time. He did not hide his happiness at all. He took the wine glass and clinked it with Zhou Nan, smiling with his eyes curved and a cheerful face: "Thank you."
When Xiao Shenglin saw Song Xuanhe's rare cheerful expression during this period, his worries about his gloomy expression from time to time disappeared. He raised his glass and said with a smile: "Congratulations."
Song Xuanhe clinked glasses with Xiao Shenglin with a smile. Seeing Xiao Ranyun raising his glass of juice, he also clinked glasses with him. He also did not forget Xiao Yuanmu who was sitting next to him. He blinked and said, "Clink glasses."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at his excited expression and thought of what Xiao Ranyun had just said. The emotions in his eyes were a little complicated and his mind was a little confused. But even so, he could not ignore the joy in his heart when he saw Song Xuanhe chasing the price and buying the cufflinks.
He slightly suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, and pinched the handle of the cup with his slender white fingers, and said in a low and light voice: "Thank you."
Song Xuanhe was distracted by the next item to be auctioned and did not hear clearly what Xiao Yuanmu said. When he saw him raise his bottle, he touched it. After drinking it all, he smiled at him and turned his attention back to the next item to be auctioned.
Xiao Yuanmu wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he only saw the back of Song Xuanhe's head. For some reason, his mood at this moment was even more complicated than before, because he really wanted to bend Song Xuanhe's head back, make him listen to him carefully, make him not pay attention to other things, make him look at him and smile at him, and make him give him the cufflinks.
However, no matter how much he thought about it, Xiao Yuanmu just lowered his eyes with a calm expression.
This auction was naturally not simple as it could become a cruise auction where the rich and powerful gathered. At first, the cufflinks that Song Xuanhe bought were just a small amount to attract attention. The things that appeared later were the real precious items that attracted people's competition.
Song Xuanhe knew that this world had a similar historical trajectory to his own world, so he also knew that here, like his own country, there were many antique national treasures lost overseas. He did not expect to see such objects at this auction.
Of course, Song Xuanhe could only look at such items. As for buying them, even Song Guochao might not be wealthy enough to do so.
Thinking of this, Song Xuanhe suddenly remembered that he had not seen Song Guochao and the others since he first boarded the cruise ship. Sun Jinren just said that Xiao Yuanmu's identity was revealed by his brother, so he didn't know where they were.
The auction would last for two hours. Except for the first ten minutes or so of merchandise, there was nothing else Song Xuanhe could afford, so he lost interest.
But he was really in a good mood, so after drinking a few glasses of wine, when he received a call from Guan Zhi saying that he was bored and wanted to see him, he readily told him the number of their private room.
Guan Zhi arrived very quickly, and as he said, he was indeed alone.
After entering the box, he unceremoniously sat down next to Song Xuanhe and complained, "This auction is so boring."
"Why are you alone?" Song Xuan was in a good mood and didn't argue with him. Instead, his words made it seem like they had something to do with him.
Guan Zhi said: "I came to China by myself. The branch family sent a few people to follow me before, but I felt bored and didn't let them follow."
"Where is Wei Chen?" Song Xuanhe asked casually.
"I'm not that familiar with him." Guan Zhi took a sip of the newly opened wine without any hesitation, and glanced at him and said, "You asked me to come, didn't you think Wei Chen would come with me?"
Song Xuanhe didn't know why he asked that, but he was in a good mood now so he asked one more question: "You wanted to come here on your own, and why do you think I think you are with Wei Chen."
Guan Zhi snorted, his tone nonchalant, but there was a smile on his face: "I won't go with him. He won't come to this kind of occasion. Now that the term is approaching, why would he appear in such a conspicuous place at this time."
Song Xuanhe knew at this time that Guan Zhi and Wei Chen's relationship was indeed not very good, but he did not care about his and Wei Chen's affairs, so after asking that question, he did not ask any more questions.
However, Song Xuanhe did not speak, and Guan Zhi became unhappy again.
He bumped into Song Xuanhe inadvertently with the cup in his hand and said something else: "Did you buy anything? I just bought a bottle and planned to give it to my grandfather as a birthday gift."
"I took a picture of a cufflink." Song Xuanhe said.
At this time, Zhou Nan also interrupted: "Master Guan, it seems that Mr. Wei's birthday party is not going to be a big one. Have you heard the news?"
Guan Zhi nodded and said calmly: "It's not suitable now, maybe we can just do it at home."
Zhou Nan then started talking about the fun things on the cruise ship. Guan Zhi was also very interested, and after a while, the two started chatting.
Song Xuanhe was relaxed, the wine on the cruise ship was very good, and the wine in their private room was ordered separately. Zhou Nan was wealthy, so he drank happily and enjoyed eating at lavish tables.
When he saw Guan Zhi coming in, Xiao Yuanmu frowned slightly.
Many things in this life are very different from those in his previous life, such as his early rebirth, the changes in Song Xuanhe, and the people who appeared in his life earlier.
Xiao Yuanmu remembered that his first meeting with Guan Zhi was probably five years later. At that time, Guan Zhi had graduated from a foreign university and was forced by the Guan family to intern in the company. They met for the first time at an industry cocktail party.
Unexpectedly, he would meet Guan Zhi so much earlier in this life. As far as he knew, Song Xuanhe and Guan Zhi had no intersection in the previous life, but now it seems that he has a very good relationship with Song Xuanhe.
He understood Guan Zhi, or rather, he understood everyone who frequently appeared around him.
Guan Zhi seems casual, but he is actually not easy to talk to. It can even be said that he is extremely difficult to please.
At least, he had never seen Guan Zhi show any real affection towards anyone. In this respect, he was very similar to his cousin Wei Chen, both of them were cold-blooded and heartless, but for some reason, they both seemed to have an interest in Song Xuanhe.
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were dim as his gaze fell on Song Xuanhe who was enjoying himself. He was in a good mood, which could be seen from his expression. However, he suddenly became unsure whether Song Xuanhe was upset because of the cufflink or because of Guan Zhi who had just appeared.
If it was because of the latter, Xiao Yuanmu narrowed his eyes slightly, even thinking about it made him feel bad.
Regardless of the exact relationship between him and Song Xuanhe, at least on the surface he and Song Xuanhe are in a relationship. Before they broke up, any affection Song Xuanhe showed towards others was an insult to him.
Xiao Yuanmu had just thought of this when he saw Song Xuanhe licking the wine stains on the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. He was completely unaware of the gazes of the people around him. He finished one glass and poured another. After taking a sip, he squinted his eyes slightly and looked very enjoyable.
The bottle of wine was soon finished. Song Xuanhe was already a little tipsy. He opened the bottle of wine next to him and just poured a glass when he heard Xiao Ranyun say, "Brother Xuanhe, you drank a lot."
Song Xuanhe blinked, his eyes regained some clarity, and he curled his lips and said, "Brother has a good alcohol tolerance, don't worry."
I don’t know if he was a little drunk, but the corners of his eyes were a little red. At this moment, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the slightly raised eyes revealed a hint of smile. Coupled with his lazy expression, he was extremely charming and seductive.
When Xiao Ranyun was looked at like this, her generous expression suddenly turned red. She leaned back and whispered to Xiao Shenglin, "Is Brother Xuanhe drunk? I think he is different from usual."
Hearing this, Xiao Shenglin looked at Song Xuanhe. Seeing that he was no different from usual, he still said with concern: "Xuanhe, drink less, be careful not to get drunk."
"It's okay to get drunk." Zhou Nan smiled narrowly: "It's not like no one will take him upstairs. Yuan Mu is still here. What's wrong with drinking a little."
After saying that, Zhou Nan glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Right."
Xiao Yuanmu shifted his gaze away from Song Xuanhe. He originally wanted to take the wine glass from Song Xuanhe's hand to avoid trouble, but after seeing Zhou Nan's expression, for some reason, he put his hand back when he was about to raise it, and then nodded lightly.
Song Xuanhe wasn't really drunk at this time. He just smiled when he heard what they said and said, "This young master has a good alcohol tolerance. It's not that easy to get drunk."
Seeing that he spoke clearly and had a sober expression, the others stopped paying attention to this side.
Only Xiao Yuanmu's eyes gradually became unfathomable after seeing his increasingly red cheeks.
At midnight, the auction officially ended, and the guests who participated in the auction left one after another. Song Xuanhe was also led back to the room by Xiao Yuanmu.
With the door closed, the suite is bright and transparent, and looking out the window, you can see the rippling sea water under the light of the cruise ship.
Xiao Yuanmu did not go in, but just stood at the door, staring at Song Xuanhe with his deep eyes.
Song Xuan and An An stood quietly beside Xiao Yuanmu. When they saw him looking at him, they rubbed their eyes and said, "I'm sleepy."
However, the person in front of him did not say anything, but just stared at him without blinking, his eyes seemed to be filled with clouds and mist, and his emotions were unpredictable.
Song Xuanhe felt a little aggrieved for not getting an answer. He stretched his head to look at the big bed inside and wanted to just walk over and sleep. However, although he was not conscious now, his instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm told him that if he walked away on his own, something bad might happen.
"I want to sleep." Song Xuanhe emphasized again.
This time, the person staring at him finally spoke. His voice was clear but low, with a hint of depression that a storm was about to come:
"who I am."
Song Xuanhe looked at the person in front of him with some confusion, but still answered obediently: "Xiao Yuanmu."
Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips and chuckled, "Not dad now?"
At this time, the somewhat slow-witted Young Master Song frowned slightly. He felt that he was a little angry, but he was also very tired and sleepy, and he was too lazy to even show his temper. So even though he felt unhappy, he just frowned and glared at him with what he thought was a fierce look.
However, Xiao Yuanmu's breathing was held when he was looked at by his watery eyes. At that moment, his mind once again reappeared the scene that had appeared countless times when he was awake and in his dreams - Song Xuanhe was sitting on his lap, imprisoned in his arms, he unscrupulously snatched the saliva from his mouth, heard his soft whimpering and gasping, but could only helplessly be plundered by him more deeply.
Song Xuanhe drank too much and felt sleepy and thirsty at the same time. Being looked at by Xiao Yuanmu like this, he did not dare to walk away. He could only lick his lips gently to moisten his dry lips.
However, before he could retract his tongue, the man suddenly pinched his chin and took it into his mouth. The man pried open his lips and swept every part of his mouth like conquering a city or a pond, sucking his tongue tip until it became sore and his breathing gradually became unstable.
Song Xuanhe subconsciously wanted to struggle, but even if he was not drunk, he was no match for Xiao Yuanmu. What's more, as soon as he raised his hand, Xiao Yuanmu's other empty hand restrained him behind his back. At the same time, he turned around and pressed him against the door, launching a more fierce and wanton attack.
It tasted just like in my memory, even better than in my dreams. No matter how much I kissed him, I still wanted more and never felt satisfied.
But now is not the time.
Xiao Yuanmu loosened his grip on Song Xuanhe slightly, but still pecked his lips gently to prevent him from escaping. Looking at his watery eyes which were red at the corners due to holding his breath, and his ignorant but accusing expression, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Even if he couldn't figure out what he was thinking or what his purpose was, it was a fact that he took the initiative to pursue and provoke him first. In that case, there was no need for him to let go.
The author has something to say: Song Xuanhe: I am not me, I don’t have that, don’t talk nonsense, that’s not me!
Xiao Yuanmu: If I catch it, it will be mine.
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