"Mr. Gu, the organizer of tomorrow night's charity auction has spoken with me on the phone. Thank you for your willingness to participate. I have specially reserved a seat in the middle of the front row. I will keep the itinerary confidential as per your request."

"You are right in your prediction. There is indeed something fishy about that painting. It was suddenly added to the auction list tonight. I'm not sure whether it was a coincidence or for some other purpose."

Gu Xuechen was surprised.

Qiao Yu was full of curiosity. Mr. Gu had been staring at this painting since it came out of the Xu family. He then thought of the beautiful little girl in the painting. Calculated from the time when the painting was signed, she was one year younger than Mr. Gu. He wanted to be strong.

I had the guts to say a few words of gossip, but a call came in from Gu Xueden's side.

He glanced at the number, cut off Qiao Yu directly, and pressed connect.

The head waiter in the restaurant said in an attentive tone: "Mr. Gu, Miss Xu has gone downstairs and took away the luggage left by Mr. Xu."

Gu Xue said nothing.

What follows is a detailed description: "...Ms. Xu was in a very bad mood, but she still ate porridge and vegetables, and her complexion seemed a little better. After the meal, she took two more pills. I didn't see the details clearly.

What is it."

When she heard "medicine", Gu Xuechen's eyebrows narrowed and she said "hmm" in a low voice.

Not long after, the revolving door of the restaurant moved, and Xu Siyue dragged her heavy suitcase out. She tied up her long hair, exposing her snow-white and delicate neck, and stood on the street taking a taxi with an angry look on her face, her red lips slightly parted.

Yes, most of them were scolding him.

The wind on the long street was very strong, and her skirt was thin and blown a little bit embarrassingly, but she was still dazzlingly beautiful, and the color was rich in the dark night.

Gu Xuechen stared at her intently, his fingers on the steering wheel unconsciously exerting force, protruding his pale and thin knuckles.

There was no one in the passenger seat next to him, only an open jewelry box.

There is a diamond ring embedded in the box and a bright dove egg.

That afternoon that year, he lowered his head and asked her: "If I propose to her with a ring like this, will you agree?"

The girl's eyes were full of disapproval and competitiveness, and she smiled perfunctorily and said: "If you can bring it up, I will agree."
Chapter completed!