President Wife is Pretty and Cool

Lan Anran returned home just before dawn, she took off her night gown, and did not go to sleep in a hurry. She turned on the computer and searched for all the news about Liuxiang Pavilion.

She had heard of Liuxiang Pavilion before, but never went in to see it. It was said that it was a mysterious place.

Only the top rich in Chengdu can enter there, and they must be members. There are only a few words about Liuxiang Pavilion on the Internet, which is not accurate.

Ding Dong!

A text message was uploaded from Lan Anran's mobile phone.

"Boss, the auction time of Liuxiang Pavilion is at ten o'clock this morning. I have copied the invitation letter. Your name is Zhao Lei, the son of Zhao Gang, a nouveau riche in Rongcheng. He started his business by digging coal. Liuxiang Pavilion No one knows anyone, just look at the invitation letter. To be on the safe side, the boss must prepare a veil or mask so that others will not remember you. Tomorrow I will pass the invitation letter to you near Lan’s house and pay attention to receiving it."

"Oh, I see."

Lan Anran turned off the computer and went to bed after receiving the message.

The alarm clock rang three times, and Lan Anran got up. In order to prevent her family from doubting, she only said that she was going to a classmate's house to play.

Lan Tingyun and his wife had no doubts, they felt that the children should have their own social circle when they were older, and they did not stop them, and let her go.

Lan Anran carried a backpack today, dressed up as a student, making people look like an extremely well-behaved student girl, but what people don't know is that all of her backpack is made up of cosmetics and outfits from today's auction.

She walked out the door graciously, greeted with the sunshine and was full of youthful breath.

Suddenly, a thin man touched her and squeezed a hard magnetic card into Lan Anran's hand without paying attention.

Lan Anran took the opportunity to kick the card in his pocket, as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward.

From the outside, Liuxiang Pavilion looks like a huge teahouse, and the people inside are all tea guests. At the top of the teahouse is Liuxiang Pavilion.

Lan Anran walked into the bathroom of the tea house, took off the backpack, took out the clothes inside, painted a tight male makeup, put on a men's wear, put on a black mask, put on a peaked cap, stored the bag at the front desk, strode on her own Go out.

She took the elevator all the way to the top floor, and two security guards with sunglasses at the door stopped her and spoke.

"Sorry sir, it is not convenient for you to enter here."

Lan Anran did not speak, and took out an invitation letter. A security guard took the invitation letter and placed it on the machine in his hand.

The magnetic card flashed blue light, and there was a beep. The security guard looked at Lan Anran and returned the magnetic card to her, and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, please take off the mask. We want to scan the face."

Lan Anran felt tight, did they find out?

She calmed down quickly, and slowly took off the mask with her slender fingers, revealing a delicate face.

The security guard took a camera and scanned Lan Anran's face carefully. These five seconds had been extremely long. Lan Anran's heart was beating, but there was no flaw in his face.

"Sir, please come in!"

The two security guards made a request and opened the door for Lan Anran.

Lan Anran breathed a sigh of relief and strode in.

After entering, she discovered that the legendary Liuxiang Pavilion was indeed well-deserved. It seemed to be a small room, but it was actually quite big inside.

At the bottom is the auction platform, which is actually a small pavilion. The auditorium below is a stepped development, and there are boxes on the top. Only the most distinguished guests, that is, guests of vvvvlp, are eligible to enter the box.

Lan Anran's identity is a middle class, and the position is neither high nor low. It is just under the box, and you can see it clearly. In fact, it doesn't matter what she does. The most important thing is to be able to get what she wants.

Except for the people in the box, she can’t see clearly, and she remembers the others. Everyone here is a big-name brand. The higher the person, the richer, even the least rich have a ten. The scenes of tens of thousands of bags are actually not too bad.

Before the auction started, she observed everyone in it, and roughly remembered the image characteristics of each person. This is her habit. She likes to remember details every time she goes. She thinks it is good for her. It will help in the future.

Suddenly, her gaze was locked and she smiled. She didn't expect to meet a few classmates here. It was not easy. She looked around and made sure that there was no danger before she sat down slowly.

Everyone in the box upstairs could see Lan Anran's every move.

"Master Rong, why are you so focused?"

Mo San whispered from the side.

"Who is the man in the peaked cap downstairs?"

Mo Jinrong spoke slowly and said in a cold voice.

Mo San took out the roster and looked at the list position table and said.

"He is Zhao Lei, the son of Zhao Gang, a nouveau riche in Rongcheng. Zhao Gang is uncomfortable and can't come to the auction today. Let his son replace him. What's wrong?"

Mo San asked.

Mo Jinrong did not answer, but stared at the person in front of him closely, always feeling that his back was a bit familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.