The others shook their heads and cast ridiculous glances at Yan Nian.
Everyone seemed to think she was mentally ill.
How can anyone increase their prices these days
Yan Nian's face was ashen, but he still refused to give up and made the last struggle, "I am rich, I am the boss, and my husband is Jiang Beiyuan. I can definitely get 10 million, I-"
She admitted that she was stalling for time.
As long as it can be delayed a little bit, she will not give up.
The man in the suit seemed to see through her intentions and did not look at her.
She probably doesn't know that for everyone here, as long as they enter Desire, there is no status.
It doesn’t matter if you are from the business circle, entertainment circle or have no status, as long as you have enough money, it will be fine.
Only money is traded here.
"Ten million three—"
"One hundred million."
An extremely clear voice suddenly sounded from the door.
It was like a god descending from heaven, with a pure and sharp voice that came through smoothly.
Yan Nian suddenly raised his eyes and looked over.
This man is against the light.
His figure was shaky.
But he is very tall, has a slender figure, and walks very impressively.
Although it was just a vague outline, the next second, Yan Nian's tears still flowed out.
She sniffed quickly and held back the remaining tears.
Don't dare to blink.
I'm afraid this is a dream.
I was also afraid that I couldn't see clearly what this person looked like.
He came closer.
Stepping from the light outside into the darkness here.
From blur to clarity.
From facing against the light to stepping on the moon.
Jiangbeiyuan.
At this moment, my heart calmed down like never before.
I have never felt so stable.
Yan Nian took a deep breath and let it out again.
No one can be seen, no sound can be heard, and he is the only one in sight at this moment.
His deep facial features, angular cheeks, tall and well-proportioned figure, and extraordinary bearing are better than all the fat men here.
He walked towards her.
He took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.
"Brother Jiang Ting..."
"I'm late."
He touched her head and tied the buttons in front of her, one by one.
Yan Nian looked at him.
It's obviously still the same face.
But it felt like he had become different somewhere.
I couldn't say it for a while.
I could only stare at him blankly.
"It's okay, be good, your husband said he would give you 100 million."
He kissed her forehead and then turned around.
Jiang Beiyuan stood in front of Yan Nian, like a towering city, towering above him, his long eyebrows slightly raised, his posture so arrogant that he looked around.
"Who dares to rob me of 100 million?"
“…”
The scene was as silent as a cicada.
The fat man who paid 10 million just now is also wilted.
In fact, ten million is enough.
After all, in the eyes of this group of men, Yan Nian is just a plaything. No one would be stupid enough to buy a woman with 100 million who has nothing to do with him, unless she is really beautiful as a fairy, or he loves her very much.
But after Yan Nian vomited, many people felt that she was no longer a fairy.
In their eyes, angels are perfect women who do not spit out filth.
Seeing that no one spoke, Jiang Beiyuan looked at the man in suit calmly.
"I want this woman."
"Yes sir." The man in the suit said formulaically.
Jiang Beiyuan untied the rope around Yan Nian's body and saw the red marks on her fair skin, feeling a heavy pain in his chest.
Daheng picked her up.
"Wait a moment, sir." The man in the suit spoke again, looking at Jiang Beiyuan, who was in a cold figure.
(End of chapter)