Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 280

"Mr. Liang Mu, just sell me the painting!"

In the ancient books library, an old lady covered with silver frost was begging a young man.

She is the famous collector Fuji Yumei.

After being rejected again and again, the old lady finally began to give in gradually.

From being tough at the beginning, to being equal in the middle, to being humble now.

It seemed that Liang Mu was almost on his knees.

However, Liang Mu "does not forget the original intention", remembering the old lady's arrogance and domineering at the beginning, and never let go.

Therefore, Fuji Yumei could only look at the painting on the wall, but he could not even touch it.

Teng Youming, who looks at paintings like his life, has a heart like a cat scratching.

One word, itch.

The anxious Teng Mingming could only try to launch a side attack.

That is to try to establish a good relationship with those people around Liang Mu.

However, Teng Youming didn't know that Liang Mu held the supreme position in the hearts of those people.

For Teng Mingming's intentional approach, all of them were hit back with a stick.

Even Ye Shuchen and Kong Shenli, two well-known old friends, were frightened by the begging, so they simply stopped showing up at the ancient books library.

Today, as usual, Liang Mu once again rejected Teng Youming.

Unreconciled, Teng Youming was about to leave, but suddenly bumped into a monk at the door.

"Benefactor Liang, I finally found you~"

The twelve monks looked at Liang Mu "with affection".

'Um?What is the relationship between these two people? '

Teng Youming's heart suddenly moved.

On the other side, Liang Mu shuddered suddenly, howling inwardly.

After hiding and hiding, this moldy star found it!
At this moment, Liang Mu just wanted to pack his luggage and disappear from this world.

"Benefactor Liang, benefactor Liang, do you know how hard it is for this little monk to find you!"

"Benefactor Liang, why don't you speak?"

"Is it because seeing the little monk again, I was so happy that I couldn't speak?"

The twelve monks here are eloquent, while Liang Mu over there is full of irritability.

"The Ancient Books Museum closed early today!"

Liang Mu directly drove the twelve monks and Teng Youming out of the ancient books library.

Close the door, and a person shuts himself silently inside.

"Well, it seems that Benefactor Liang's excited mood is hard to calm down, and he wants to be alone and quiet.

Xiao Monk will come to see him again next time. "

The twelve monks nodded at the closed door, turned around and was about to leave.

"Master stay!"

How can the famous rattan let go of this opportunity.

She bribed all the people around Liang Mu, but none of them paid any attention to her.

Now it is rare to find someone related to Liang Mu, she will definitely not miss it.

"I don't know what the master's name is?"

Fuji asked with a famous smile.

"Twelve monks, little monks."

The twelve monks replied politely.

"Oh? It's the twelfth professor who is very famous in Peking University recently?"

Teng Youming looked surprised.

She found that all these people who interacted with Liang Mu were not simple.

Zheng Zhihuan, a talented painter whom I longed for, Ye Shuchen and Kong Shenli, two old friends who are principals, and Mars, who claims to be Liang Mu's bodyguard.
Today, there is still this star monk who is well-known inside and outside Beijing University!

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, dare to ask the benefactor's name?"

The twelve monks asked back.

"Oh, my surname is Teng, you can call me Mrs. Teng."

Teng Youming found that since he hit a wall with Liang Mu one after another, his temper has become much milder.

Perhaps on the other hand, she has to thank Liang Mu?

"The benefactor of the vine is very polite.

I don't know what is the purpose of the vine benefactor to find the monk? "

The twelve monks couldn't help but blinked when they heard Teng's famous surname.

This surname is rare in this place in Kyoto.

"I want to ask Master Twelve, do you know what Mr. Liang likes?"

Teng Youming didn't talk nonsense, pulled the twelve monks a little farther, and asked in a low voice.

As long as we can find out Liang Mu's preferences, maybe we can exchange that painting.

"Liang benefactor's preferences?"

Twelve Monks froze for a moment, recalling the scene when he and Liang Mu first met.

"Well, he likes to be a melon-eating crowd."

Twelve monks said with determination.

Fuji is famous but dumbfounded.

Eat melons?

What kind of preference is this? !

"Master, is there nothing else?"

Teng Youming didn't give up easily, gritted his teeth and asked again.

"Other preferences."

Just as the twelve monks were thinking, a voice of gnashing of teeth suddenly came from not far away: "Damn bald donkey! I finally found you!"

A group of people who looked like they were outside the school got closer and closer.

The man walking in the front was wearing a famous brand, wearing sunglasses, and holding a Shiba Inu by his hand.

Like a dandy and evil boy who came out of a TV series.

He, of course, is Fuji Shuaishuai.

Ever since Twelve Monks revealed his physical condition in public that day, Fuji Shuaishuai has never given up on hunting Twelve Monks.

Finally, let him see the news spread by Beijing University.

So he took a bunch of scumbags and prepared to go to Beijing University to teach the Twelve Monks a lesson.

"Damn donkey, let's see where you go this time!"

Teng Shuaishuai grinned grinningly, as if he had seen the scene of the twelve monks howling in front of him.

"Young Master Teng, it seems something is wrong, do you think that person is right?"

Suddenly, one of Shuaishuai Fuji's men shouted in panic.

"It doesn't matter who she is! Even if I protect him today, I will beat his shit out!
Whoever is with him, let's beat the shit out together! "

Teng Shuaishuai, whose head is full of hatred, doesn't care what his subordinates are saying.

"Oh? Are you sure you want to punch my shit out?"

Suddenly, an old, majestic, cold, and familiar voice fell on Teng Shuaishuai's ears like a thunderbolt.

Fuji Shuaishuai subconsciously shook his body, and quickly took off his sunglasses.

Looking at Teng Youming next to Twelve Monks in disbelief: "Gu, aunt?!
You, why are you here? ! "

Aunt?
Twelve monks looked back and forth between the two people with the same surname Teng, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised.

"Damn! Why didn't you remind me earlier?!"

Teng Shuaishuai turned his head and slapped his subordinates hard.

The subordinate covered his face in grievance, not daring to say that he had warned Teng Shuaishuai.

"Teng Shuai Shuai, you are really improving more and more!

It seems that I will have to retell what happened today with your father. "

Teng Youming glared at Teng Shuaishuai gloomyly.

"Don't don't!" Teng Shuaishuai was so frightened that he ran all the way to Teng Youming, begging: "Grandma, I was wrong!

Can you just treat what I just said as a fart?

Anything you want me to do!
Just don’t tell dad what happened today! "

Teng Shuaishuai, who is not afraid of anything, is only afraid of his father in this life.

"Then you should apologize to Master Twelve first!"

Fuji said with a cold face.

"Apologise? Is this a bald ass?" Teng Shuaishuai shook his head subconsciously and said with an unconvinced look on his face: "He just apologized to me, so why should I apologize to him?"

(End of this chapter)