Bodyguard Bai Xuran x long-haired auctioneer Shen Langa
Bai Xuran, the boss of the security company, had looked at antiques like stones for the past twenty-four years, until he got a surprise look at the auction platform.
Shen Lanjia is the pillar of Lanjiang Art Gallery.
On the muddy street, with the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, Bai Xuran pressed Shen Lanjia tightly in his arms: "Don't move, I'm a tough man, I'll stop you!"
Shen Langa's fingertips brushed the bleeding bandage on his shoulder, his venomous tongue still unchanged. "Mr. Bai, the blood is on my haute couture windbreaker, and the bill will be on your head."
Bai Xuran put the sky-high price ring on Shen Lanjia's slender finger: "I have a lot of cracks in my life. It's just right. Don't even think about running away if your light shines in."
But the light is gone as soon as it is said to be gone.
When Bai Xuran was cornered, Shen Lanjia took off the ring in front of the city's dignitaries and threw it into the auction house's vault.
"Bai Xuran's love? It's only worthy of me as a stepping stone."
Bai Xuran didn't regret his choice, he just gritted his teeth and looked at the person who stepped on him.
"Shen Lanjia, good. I wish you to stand on the golden roof. When you fall, don't expect me to catch you from below!"
Many years later, when Shen Langa fell from the clouds, the only thing that caught him were the hands that he had pushed away.
"Mr. Shen,"
The short-haired man rubbed his pale face with his fingertips, and it was unclear whether it was love or hate in his eyes.
"This time, I will charge a fee for rescuing you. I haven't decided on the price yet. How about we calculate it slowly in the future?"
Purpose: The return of Chinese cultural relics is an unstoppable trend, and history will eventually be remembered.