
He had just clearly smelled the faint scent of Peony from the person earlier.
And the waiter called him sir, so the one who helped him was a man.
His speed was strong and left in a hurry.
Before Joan could even say a word to him, the man had already disappeared.
"Tuk tuk ..."
the table in front was knocked twice, and then Ling Yi's voice: "what's wrong? What's up?"
Joan looked back and took back a deep thought between her eyebrows and her eyes: "it's okay. Why did you leave so long?"
"I answered a phone call from the auction house and said I had some pianos. Will you go and see it?"
Joanne did not want to leave, but she nodded as she thought that the auction house was in the hotel next to the cafe and her interest in the piano: "OK, let's go now?"
Ling Yi looked at the same food on the table and asked, "Are you full? Do you need anything else?"
"No."
Joan said, "I'm full."
"Okay, let's go to the auction house now."
Ling Yi waved to the maid to settle the bill, and then pushed Joan away.
In the car HuoFeng and old K heaved a sigh of relief after handling all the monitoring: "it's over."
Huo Chengzhou said weakly, "alright."
At this moment, Huo Feng had just gone to the intersection and turned around.
Huo Chengzhou inadvertently looked out the window and saw Ling Yi pushing Joan's wheelchair towards the gate of the Ling group star hotel. With a slight twist on his brows, his eyes were pulled from the window and leaned back in the back seat to close his eyes. Huo Feng drove quietly until he delivered old K at the company door and started the car again.
He said, "Sister Cheng, I just met Ling Yi in the bathroom of the cafe."
"Yes." Yeah." Huo Cheng replied lazily.
Huo Feng knew that this meant letting her continue, so he said, "I asked if she came with her boyfriend, and she said, 'yet' ..."
Huo Chengzhou raised his eyelids and pondered: "yet?"
"Yes." Yeah."
Huo Feng repeated: "I'm sure he said 'yet'." The implication is, he's chasing after Miss Qiao.
Huo Chengzhou snorted, his fingertips stuck to his forehead, and his tone was a little cold: "look for a lawyer to make a one-year marriage contract, which will be done tonight."
Huo Feng was astonished:
"brother Cheng ..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Huo Cheng snapped.
"Yes." Yeah." Huo Feng secretly scolded himself for talking so much.
He originally thought that speaking could stimulate Huo Chengzhou's emotions, but this time he went too far.
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Ling's auction house was in the basement of the star hotel. In addition to the piano, there are various musical instruments. They are basically high quality products collected from all over the world, each of which is valuable. Joan works closely with the auction house staff in the piano area. He is the leading appraiser. In addition to being responsible for identifying the value of antique pianos, he also learned that the piano with the appreciation room of his piano club, his, it would also be bought first and entrusted to Ling Yi for auction then get the price difference. Instead, Joan would also recommend high-end customers to the auction house, which would be mutually beneficial. At the same time, he also owned the shares of the auction house. Even though it was an original stock, he still had a lot of dividends each year. This was given to her by the Ling master, and Joan's reactive power was not affected by her young age.
Joan's income from this share of stock was basically directly allocated to the Ling family's charitable foundation.
After staying at the auction house for about an hour, Ling Yi sent Joan away.
In the car the man asked casually, "What do you like about the piano today?"
"Yes, both No. 2 and No. 7 are good. No. 2 comes from the royal family of the country and is a classic style of the 18th century. Although No. 7 comes from an ordinary background, it has a triangular structure and a very superior string player system. Both have plenty of room to be appreciated, and you can make a lot more money." When Joan talked about the piano, the confidence between her eyebrows and her eyes suddenly moved Ling Yi's heart.
He valued Joan as a once-in-a-lifetime confidant.
That was why Joan had always been a sacred existence in her heart. The kind of people who can't stand blasphemy. Moreover, she knew that Joan had a boyfriend, so Ling Yi could only suppress her feelings deep down in her innermost heart.
He thought, just looking at Joan calmly should have been the best result.
"Tell me when you get back to the auction. I'll come and have fun." Joanne said with a smile.
Joan's hand touched her handbag.
There are 3.07 million checks in it.
He smiled and said, "i was worried about money recently. Next time."
"You want to use money?"
Ling Yi wondered at the bottom of his eyes: "What's wrong? Do you need help?"
"No."
Joanne explains, "just an elder, and he gave me a very expensive gift. I want to pay it back."
"All right." Ling Yi did not know much about Joan, but she knew that Joan lived in Qiao's house before and did not move until she was 18.
"Okay, then you can call me anytime." Ling Yi spoke attentively.
"I understand." A moment later they reached the piano house, and Ling Yi immediately left.
When it became quiet, Joanne would not want to think about the incident in the coffee shop.
Who's the one who helped him?
Is that him? The guy that night?
Why would he help Joan without saying a word?
Was she afraid Joan would recognize her?
........................
At night, Fang's aunt sends the driver from home to pick up Joan. She actually did not want to return, but in any case, she had personally promised to continue the marriage.
It's not appropriate not to go home so soon. He got in the car and was relieved to hear Aunt Fang say Huo Chengzhou has not returned yet. So when she reached Joan's house immediately to the dining room, then after a rushed dinner, she planned to go upstairs.
Aunt Fang told him, "Mrs, let's move your room to the third floor, next to master."
Joanne was stunned: "why?"
"The sound in the guest bedroom on the second floor is too loud. The master who plays the game cannot disturb for a moment."
Aunt Fang explained: "the second bedroom on the third floor is larger, and I wrapped the corners of the room with safety. Madam need not be afraid when knocking or bumping."
Joanne frowned: "can't she wear headphones while she's playing games?"
"No!" Suddenly, a somewhat cold male voice came, followed by the sound of a wheelchair rotation.
The man immediately approached and said, "This is my house."
Joan's red lips were slightly pursed, and a clear displeasure was added to her pretty little face: "because we are married, then this is our home together."
Huo Chengzhou did not know where the evil spirit came from: "your name is not on the real estate certificate."
Aunt Fang looked at Huo Chengzhou in disbelief: "Master! Did you talk to your wife like that?" Aunt Fang hated iron but not steel. And this time Huo Chengzhou's nature was outrageous.
Joanne was persecuted, and Huo Cheng did not want his wife to return home!
"Aunt Fang, send a driver to drive me. I'm going back to the piano house."
Joan said and pointed her wheelchair at the door.
But suddenly, Huo Chengzhou held his hand: "Speak clearly before you leave."
Aunt Fang almost scratched her ears and cheeks: "master, mistress..."
"Aunt Fang." Huo Chengzhou's tone was rather cold: "You go and get busy first. I have something to talk to my wife about."
Aunt Fang gave him a self-conscious look and left the living room. There were only two people left in such a large space.
Huo Chengzhou saw the wrong appearance of Joan biting her lips, and her heart suddenly softened, followed by anger and depression. "Let's talk."
Joan lifted her chin and her eyes were filled with complaints that she wanted to cry, but she stubbornly held back her tears: "what do you want to talk about?"
Huo Chengzhou turned his wheelchair half-circle and looked at Joan's cold little face.
Then he said in a low and very polite tone: "You and I had no choice in this marriage, so I asked a lawyer to make a one-year marriage contract. You can be free when the deal is over."