When Jiang Fuli went back, Bai Zi was still squatting at the door.

She put away the umbrella, raised her head and watched the endless heavy rain lazily. Her long hair was casually tied behind her head by the ancient wooden hairpin. The hair on her forehead was wet by the rain and fog, and it slid slightly across the cold white

cheek.

Like a cat wandering in the rain, tempting, hesitating, lonely, unable to find the way home, he accidentally broke into the ink painting.

"You walk very slowly." Bai Feng looked up at him. Her eyelashes were dark and long, leaving a faint shadow on her eyelids.

Jiang Fuli returned the phone to her, took the umbrella and opened it, and said casually: "I looked at a classmate who is not very smart in your class to do the test."

"Who?" Bai Qi stood up and followed him outside. The training class was full of top students from Xiangcheng Middle School.

No one is not very smart.

She took the phone, and the red ribbon on her right hand reflected her white jade-like wrist, with bright and colorful colors.

"Sit in front of you."

Bai Zi: "…?”

According to legend, Ning Xiao, who was admitted to Jiangjing University this year, was the first and second in the school all year round?

He isn't very smart?

Jiang Fuli was holding an umbrella with clear joints on his fingers, "Why do you want to show your classmates the questions today?"

"Oh, we're divided into groups," Bai Feng walked lazily, "In a group of four, I copied one for the other three teammates."

Jiang Fuli narrowed his eyes slightly.

While the two were talking, they arrived at the milk tea shop. Ming Dongheng accompanied Jiang He to squat at the door of the milk tea shop.

Jiang He was still slowly turning the seventh-level fifth Rubik's Cube. The seventh-level fifth Rubik's Cube is a ball with twelve sides. The quick twist formulas are numerous and complicated, but Jiang Fuli thought it was too simple and too lazy to write formulas for him.

Only by memory can you recover.

So his actions were terrible for Jiang Fuli, so Jiang Fuli gently looked away.

Jiang He: “…”

He was silent for a moment, then turned his back to Jiang Fuli.

Bai Zi went to grab his collar and pinched his face: "What are you doing?"

Jiang He grabbed the corner of her clothes, but he didn't even look at Jiang Fuli if he beat her to death.

Seeing Jiang Fuli coming, Ming Dongheng got up and followed him and handed him the red invitation letter in his hand. "Director Chen bought an invitation letter in the black market, and the auction will start at 7 pm the day after the auction."

"Is it sure it is the original work of Liang Zewen's apprentice?" Jiang Fuli put the umbrella aside and reached out to take the invitation letter, which was deserted.

"It's certain, but who will come from, and it will be announced until the auction."

Jiang Fuli nodded, leaned against the sofa in the corner, and placed the invitation letter on the table, "What questions did you leave today?"

Bai Zi handed him the question and looked at the familiar invitation letter—

Because Zhang Shize took him to play table tennis, there was a clear depression in the middle.

she:"……"

"Don't send this answer to your classmates first," Jiang Fuli finished analyzing it, picked up a pen, and wrote another question. His faint tone was unable to hear his emotions, "Let them think first."

**

When the white squid returned, the rain gradually became lighter.

Today it is Ji Shaorong waiting for her at the entrance of the alley.

When she went back, Ji Heng's yard lights were on, and Ji Heng was drinking tea in the same middle-aged man in the main room.

There was also a beautiful gift on the table.

It is Ren Qian's secretary-general.

"Miss Bai is back," the Secretary-General stood up and said goodbye when he saw Bai Zi, "That's it, Mr. Ji, we have a car to pick you up the day after tomorrow."

It was obvious that he left after pinching the dot that Bai Zi came back.

After the person left, Ji Shaorong frowned: "Dad, I'll just go and tell the Ren family, and even though the police force in Xiangcheng has increased, it may not be possible..."

"Don't interfere, I'll ask myself." Ji Heng shook his head.

Bai Zi sat on the side, holding her chin and waiting for them to finish chatting.

Ji Heng lowered his head and took a sip of smoke. Bai Feng was looking at him for a moment: "..."

"Ah," Ji Shaorong suddenly stood up and walked out: "I remembered that I had stewed ginger soup for Ah, and I'll go and see if it's ready."

It was raining on Saturday, and Bai Su and Jiang He read books in the library for another day.

They all had something to do on Sunday night.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when Bai Xiang came back from the library, the Ren family's car parked at the intersection of Qingshui Street to pick her up.

"Miss Bai," the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, "Your grandfather and our husband went to the auction house. Mr. Ren asked me to wait for you here. Are you going?"

Bai Shi raised his eyes and asked lazily, "Auction?"

"Yes, today there are auction items from disciple Liang Zewen, and your grandfather has also gone."

Bai Zi stopped in place for a while before nodding.

The driver glanced at her, no surprise.

Bai Su sat behind, put his wrist loosely on his knees, opened the vocabulary app on his phone and started memorizing English words.

The driver looked at the rearview mirror and was a little surprised. He knew that this was the Ji family.

But I didn't expect that she would not be cramped at all when she took a business car of this level for the first time.

The car slowly drove into the intersection of Heishui Street.

At the entrance, the driver respectfully handed over a document, and the other party let the pass go. The driver looked at the rearview mirror and explained, "You need a pass here, especially when there is an auction today, not everyone can come in."

Bai Zi was memorizing words without even raising her head.

At the end of Heishui Street, the White Tiger Auction Store was seen from a distance a twenty-meter-high stone carving white tiger lying majestic at the entrance of the auction.

There was a bunch of people queuing up at the entrance.

The driver couldn't drive in, so he parked the car there from a distance, "Miss Bai, go and queue up first. Mr. Ren and the others will go in first, and someone will pick you up at the entrance."

Bai Zi got out of the car with headphones and walked into the crowd.

Mao Kun stood at the entrance of the auction house with a cigarette in his hand to prevent anyone from causing trouble.

He has yellow hair and is fierce and has a fierce reputation on this street, especially recently I heard that the poisonous scorpion is broken and it is all related to him.

The very famous poisonous scorpion in Heishui Street can defeat poisonous scorpion. Mao Kun is obviously not an ordinary person.

He is notorious and even the people in the arena are very respectful to him.

At today's auction, he was brought to this town by his godfather.

Others who knew him wished they could be three meters away from him.

His eyes turned and he saw the white squid in the crowd.

Mao Kun narrowed his eyes and quickly stood up and walked into the crowd.

"Crazy--"

A group of wealthy businessmen lined up quickly dispersed.

"Sister," Mao Kun walked to Bai Zi and touched his head silly, "Aren't you coming? Why are you scrambling with these people? I'll take you in from behind."

Enter the passage.

The White Tiger Auction Store is very large, with a round shape, three floors from top to bottom, one and two floors are ordinary private rooms, and the third floor is special private rooms.

When he learned that the Ren family's private room was on the first floor, Mao Kun accompanied her to the first floor. The private room on the first floor was very small, with only a table and a few wooden chairs. He was not very satisfied with the environment and frowned: "Sister, I

Help you get to the third floor?"

Bai Zi sat down with a chair beside the window, and her elbow was lazily supporting the windowsill. Today, she was wearing a gradient blue wide-sleeved top, and the light blue buttons were buckled regularly. When she raised her hand, she showed her brightness.

White wrists and loose red wristbands.

As soon as you sit down, the long skirt covers the entire chair.

"No need." She leaned casually on the windowsill, her almond eyes drooping slightly, and she couldn't hide her beauty when she lifted it.

Mao Kun didn't dare to look at him again. He asked Bai Fu to come to him for something, and then he went out to seize the situation again.

Near seven o'clock.

There is a sound of entry on the first floor.

Ren Qian walked in front outside the door, beside him was Ji Heng, and the two of them walked towards the private room while talking.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Ja walked at the end.

"It's been seven years, and I may not be able to find it..." Ren Qian was talking to Ji Heng, and the Secretary-General helped them push open the door of the box. Ren Qian suddenly stopped talking to his mouth.
To be continued...