Give Me Your Hands and Marry Me Chapter 147 Persecution

The newspaper was full of pictures of Shanshan and Shen Xinglan hugging each other. To A Miao's amusement, it was accompanied by an old and ugly picture of her from a few years ago.

"Look at what those reporters said!" Jiang Quanyu smiled, "You are now a model women and a representative of good luck."

A Miao read a few lines and then became enraged. It said that she had abandoned Shen Xinglan who had no money and turned to embrace Jiang Quanyu's thigh. Now that she had returned to China and met Shen Xinglan again, would she return to his arms again? Would Shen Xinglan and Jiang Quanyu fight over a woman?

"Shanshan is also mentioned below." Jiang Quanyu put down his coffee and said, "She is crying with Shen Xinglan in the photo!"

The reporter wrote that Shanshan was like a small white flower with bad karma, saying that when she met Shen Xinglan, he had A Miao, so she could only be his sister. With great difficulty, A Miao left, then she stayed with Shen Xinglan. And in the end, A Miao returned again...

"It's better than TV." A Miao threw the newspaper aside and began to eat breakfast. "Say something useful! We have two auctions, what do you plan to auction?"

Jiang Quanyu wiped his mouth. "There are several things that you will be interested in."

"Like a big jade ruyi scepter?" A Miao looked at the computer he pushed over. "Where did you get it?"

"Sir Nine entrusted it to me." Jiang Quanyu pointed at the screen. "There will be more later."

The more A Miao looked at them, the more severe her frown became. "Many of these things should not be exposed. Do we dare to sell?"

"They're all washed clean." Jiang Quanyu smiled. "Even if some are not clean, they will when we auction them off."

"Alright." A Miao pushed the chair aside. "You're the boss, you have the final say."

A few days before the auction, Sir Nine personally brought the goods.

"Can you handle it yourself?" Jiang Quanyu was somewhat hesitant. He had suddenly received a phone call, saying he had to go back to northern Europe.

A Miao was bending her head down sorting out the documents. "I also know Sir Nine. It shouldn't be a problem. As for the auction, will you hurry back?"

"More or less." Jiang Quanyu wanted to think. "Then call me whenever you need anything."

The next day, Jiang Quanyu went to the airport, while A Miao went to the hotel to find Sir Nine. When she arrived, she saw two young men standing at the door.

"Miss A Miao!" Because they had met her before, they let A Miao in directly.

A Miao pushed open the door and was stunned when she saw the people inside. She immediately said, "Since Sir Nine has guests, I'll come back later!"

"Ah, you should know them!" Sir Nine didn't change much. Nevertheless, with an old but vigorous appearance, he quickly came over. "Why do you two come one after another? Did you appoint the time?"

Shen Xinglan stood beside the French window, and the sun was shining on him. His evil-looking face turned and looked straight at A Miao.

"What a coincidence." He picked up the corners of his mouth.

A Miao did not know if it was an illusion. It seemed that Shen Xinglan's voice was not like that. It was a bit... fascinating.

"Director Shen." She silently adjusted her breathing and nodded her head.

Old Nine looked at the two of them and said, "Why are you acting like this?"

"We broke up." Shen Xinglan lightly threw this out.

"Oh?" Sir Nine scratched his head. "It's... it's... Hahaha..."

His heart nursed a grievance. Why every time he saw those guys did they always make trouble?

"There was an accident a few years ago." A Miao smiled and obviously did not want to talk more about this topic. "If you are occupied with something else, I'll go first."

Sir Nine said somewhat awkwardly, "You really can't go. This has something to do with your auction."

When A Miao learned that Shen Xinglan had bought the big ruyi, she almost could not keep a straight face.

"Shen... Director Shen, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to do this?" She tried her best to ask him in a calm tone. "After all, we contacted Sir Nine first."

Shen Xinglan raised his eyebrows and said, "But this batch of goods, I paid Sir Nine to find."

"Sir Nine?" A Miao looked at the old man.

Sir Nine laughed twice. "That... yes, Director Shen said to take them to the auction."

"Then why didn't you say so?" A Miao was a little anxious, and she heard Shen Xinglan snort. "That's the rule. You cannot reveal the identity of the seller at will. You often meet such requirements at auctions."

He was sitting opposite her. For a moment, A Miao seemed to be shaking her head, as if she had returned to the original time when Shen Xinglan was high-flying and she was desperately trying to survive.

But the next second, she saw a trace of longing and tenderness in his eyes.

A Miao quickly bowed her head. "Does Director Shen regret it now?"

"Yes!" A faint voice wafted by. A Miao could not help looking up and she saw those pair of smiling eyes, as if the feeling just now had been an illusion.

Shen Xinglan looked at her. "I regret not asking about this auction in person before, but it is not too late now." He suddenly smiled. "Do you mind explaining these things to me from now on?"

"Pa!" Thick brochures fell on the table, and A Miao's heart was shaken.

"Director Shen, the auction process and the starting price are very clear in the brochures. What do you still want me to explain?"

Sir Nine silently moved back two steps, slowly creeping toward the door.

Shen Xinglan pointed to the brochure. "This is what I want to sell myself. I must know what they are. If you are not capable and sell them cheap, I will know."

"You..." A Miao squeezed her fist. "The contract inside clearly states that whether the final transaction price is higher or lower than the market has nothing to do with our company."

"Does it? Then I'll find another auction house," said Shen Xinglan.

A Miao looked up in surprise. "But our advertisements and invitations have already been sent out!"

"That's none of my business." Shen Xinglan stood up, and the oppression of his height made A Miao take a step back. "But... but then our company's reputation will be damaged."

Shen Xinglan approached her slowly. "You said it was your company."

His breath was sprayed on her forehead. In a panic, A Miao found that only the two of them were left in the room. She did not know when Sir Nine and the others had disappeared.

"Don't come over here!" A Miao pushed Shen Xinglan aside and turned to run, only to be pulled down on the sofa. She was on the verge of falling onto the tea table with his arm around her waist.

Shen Xinglan looked at her with a nervous face. "Are you alright? Did you hit something? Does it hurt?"

"It's nothing..." A Miao pushed him back to the door. "Director Shen, I'll send someone to talk with you in detail. I hope you don't embarrass us." Then she opened the door and was ready to leave.

"Unless it is you, I will cancel the auction."

A Miao turned back. "You..."

"You can consider it, and if you agree, have dinner with me tonight." Shen Xinglan walked past her and suddenly stopped and stared at her feet for a long time.

"What are you doing wearing such high heels? Go back and change."

Looking at him leaving, A Miao bit her lip and went to another elevator. As soon as the elevator door was closed, she could not help crouching down with her knees in her arms.

"Still as hateful as before. Why do you want to force me... why..."

She raised her head and tears rolled down from her eyes.

Shen Xinglan sat in the car and watched the red-eyed woman leave.

"Boss, the young lady is crying." Shen I was a little worried. His Boss did not come to chase his wife, how could he make her cry again?

"Drive." Shen Xinglan tapped his finger.

"A Miao, you can't escape. I don't know why you don't recognize me, but as long as I live, you can only be my woman!"

A Miao guessed at how big of an obsession Shen Xinglan had with her. She could not deceive herself, Shen Xinglan obviously cared for her, how could she not see it? But...

"Sister A Miao!"

Looking at the woman in front of her, A Miao's emotion vanished into thin air.

"Who are you?" She took a cold step back.

In the face of Shen Xinglan, she needed to restrain her feelings, but this was Shanshan... Haha, she only wished she could shoot her twice.

"What's up with you?" Shanshan stood and looked at her. "I'm Shanshan!"

A Miao scowled. "Director Shen's younger sister?"

"Sister A Miao, what's wrong? Do you still blame me?" Shanshan's eyes were red and she was about to cry.

"I didn't know about you until I read the newspaper," said A Miao, concealing her disgust. "If you're talking about the past, then I'm sorry, I don't remember."

Shanshan stared at her. "Do you have amnesia?"

"No." A Miao smiled. "I remember all the people and everything, just not you or Shen Xinglan." She tilted her head. "Maybe... you did something that made me not want to remember?"

Shanshan paused, then suddenly approached her and whispered, "Then I'll tell you what happened."

"I don't think the Shen Xinglan will like your meddling..." A Miao suddenly turned toward the street.

Shanshan followed her eyes and found that Shen I was driving and Shen Xinglan came out from the car.

"Brother Xinglan!" Shanshan ran over. "Why are you here?"

Shen Xinglan looked at her with dim eyes. "I should be asking you, what are you doing here?"

"I... I heard that sister A Miao came back and just wanted to see her in the Jiang's building..."

"A Miao!" Shen Xinglan had already walked past her because A Miao was turning to leave.

Stopped by Shen Xinglan, A Miao turned her eyes and said, "What else does Director Shen have to say?"

"I thought you had thought it over." Shen Xinglan pointed to the watch on his wrist. "It's just time for dinner."

A Miao had thought about it all afternoon, but she didn't even know what to do...

"I'm sorry, I think we should wait until Quanyu comes back!" Hold on to it first, as long as she could leave.

But she did not know that these words would make Shen Xinglan's face black instantly—from head to toe, his body sent out evil currents. It so happened that A Miao did not realize it and even rubbed her arms, feeling apprehensive.

"Why does it suddenly seem cold?"

"Wait for him?" Shen Xinglan's voice was cold. "Well, we'll cooperate next time."

A Miao heard it and stared blankly. "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Shen Xinglan approached her, "either go to dinner with me or the auction will be canceled."

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