Flash Marriage Royal Sister CEO, my sister dotes on me to the heavens

The next moment, he met Pei Ziqi's half-smiling gaze.

Fang Moqian responded with a smile.

"Miss Pei is really humorous."

"Brother Fang Mo, who is this young lady? She looks familiar!"

At this moment, a slightly childish voice suddenly sounded from beside the booth.

Fang Mo turned around and was dumbfounded.

Why is it Li Wenzhe whom I met on the deck last night?

"You little brat, you're not yet an adult, why are you here at the bar?"

Fang Mo gave him a stern look.

Although Li Wenzhe and Fang Mo are not related by blood, the two of them could only talk about each other by chance.

However, Fang Mo had a good impression of this little guy whose name was closely related to Li Haowen.

He knew that Li Wenzhe was also on the boat last night, and the little kid with no hair on his head reminded him that Fang Mo remembered that today was Chinese Valentine's Day.

The sudden appearance of this little boy also attracted the attention of Pei Ziqi and Zheng Gongwei.

Pei Ziqi was a little curious;

"Who is this kid? Where are your parents? Why did you come to the bar alone?"

"Hello brother, hello sister. I'm Brother Fang Mo's friend."

My friend, you are a big-headed idiot.

Your kid even lusted after my unborn daughter in the cemetery.

If it weren't for your young age, I would arrange a set of three-year mock test papers for the five-year college entrance examination for you, so that you can have a happy summer vacation.

Fang Mo rolled his eyes at him;

"Don't yell. If you can be considered a friend if you say a few words, my friends will be all over the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng."

"Sister, you are so beautiful, can you add your contact information?"

The next moment, Li Wenzhe didn't show any timidity, and of course he had no intention of paying attention to Fang Mo.

Da Fangfang greeted Zheng Laoer and Pei Ziqi, and when no one spoke, he sat down next to Fang Mo.

Nima!

If you weren't only half a man tall, I would really doubt that you were the reincarnation of Li Haowen.

"Pfft, you know how to talk to a pretty sister at such a young age?"

At Pei Ziqi's level, calling her the female Neptune is belittling her.

The quality little brother in her pond could probably circle Jiangcheng three times hand in hand.

Suddenly I was provoked by a little boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

Pei Ziqi found it amusing and also became a little more interested in this little feature.

"When you fall in love, you should start from childhood. Don't be shy when you meet someone good-looking. While you feel ashamed of yourself, others may have the same idea as you."

"So maybe the more beautiful a girl is, the less likely someone will chase her."

“Cast a wide net, catch more fish, and solve the problem of quality first and then quantity.”

What Li Wenzhe said was clear and logical.

Zheng Gongwei and Fang Mo listened in stunned silence.

Fang Mo could do better. After all, he had seen the chat history on his mobile phone, seen this boy fighting a girl to the extreme, and also seen him sniping with a girl.

It is clear that this is a proper scumbag of the new era.

However, Zheng Gongwei was shocked by his remarks that were beyond his age.

Before Li Wenzhe finished speaking, he smiled and made an invitation gesture;

"Beautiful sister, if you are also interested in me, I wouldn't mind becoming your number one male guest tonight."

"We might as well add WeChat to deepen our understanding. My size will definitely make you happy."

What the hell?

Is this what a 13-year-old kid can say?

Is education in domestic areas a little too advanced these days?

Fang Mo and Zheng Gongwei looked at each other, and Fang Mo covered his forehead in shame.

You should have just pretended not to know this little brat.

It's his grandma's fault, and I've completely lost my face with Pei Ziqi and Zheng Gongwei.

However, if Li Wenzhe had said these words to an adult man in front of Pei Ziqi, he would have received a slap in the face and the death of his descendants.

However, because of his age, Pei Ziqi only found this precocious young man interesting.

"Okay, sister agrees to add your contact information."

Then the entire booth almost turned into Li Wenzhe's one-man show.

From time to time, this little brat would say a few naughty words that would make Pei Ziqi's flowers tremble.

The key point is that he is young, and all the adults present are adults. Even if this little kid speaks pornographically, no one will really care about him.

"Brother and sister, let me tell you another joke."

"There was a young mother feeding her baby on the bus, but the child was very uncooperative and refused to eat. The mother just shook her arms and said."

"Baby, eat quickly and be obedient. If you don't eat, I will give it to the uncle next to you. I told you several times."

"Finally, the uncle sitting next to me couldn't help it any longer. My young master, can you let me know whether you're going to eat or not? I've been to this station several times, uncle."

puff.

Pei Ziqi and Zheng Gongwei both pursed their lips and snickered.

The more they laughed, the more embarrassed Fang Mo felt.

Is Li Wenzhe here to embarrass me?

In the end, Fang Mo, who was still humiliated at his grandma's house, couldn't bear it anymore.

"Li Wenzhe!"

"You haven't said anything yet, why did you show up at the bar?"

Li Wenzhe shrugged;

"In order to prove that he could concentrate in a cluttered environment, Einstein would read in an environment like a vegetable market."

“I also come to the bar to inherit the spirit of my predecessors.”

"No, Brother Fang Mo, doesn't your elementary school Chinese textbook not have this chapter?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo's expression became a little weird, and he raised three fingers with a dark face.

"First of all, it's not Einstein who goes to the market to help his mother sell vegetables and brings books with him. It's his mother Edison."

"Secondly, this story is fabricated."

"third……"

Fang Mo's face darkened;

"I didn't see you doing your homework either."

Li Wenzhe's face turned red.

Being exposed by Fang Mo on the spot and straightforwardly dismantled it seemed to be a bit humiliating for this young boy.

Fang Mo felt a little proud in his heart.

Can't you deal with your little carrot?

Hahaha.

Pei Ziqi was already trembling with laughter, and Zheng Gongwei was also snickering with his lips pursed.

This little kid is so interesting.

The next moment, Fang Mo said to himself dissatisfied;

"Which school are you from? I would like to give your principal strong advice to increase the amount of homework for primary school students during the summer vacation."

"Fuck, and Kung Fu to imitate Edison."

Li Wenzhe groaned.

"Who said I didn't bring my homework? I did. I just finished writing my essay."

At this time, Pei Ziqi glanced at the text message on her phone, her face changed slightly, and she lowered her head to communicate with Zheng Gongwei.

Fang Mo stretched out his hand towards Li Wenzhe with a stern face.

"Bring it here, I'll help you check your homework."

"Give it to you!"

Li Wenzhe took out a composition book from his arms as if he was angry.

Hey!

Good guy, this little gangster really came to the bar to do his homework?

He watched Li Wenzhe take out his homework book.

Fang Mo was a little surprised.

But when he opened the book for the first time and saw the title of the essay "My New Friend", Fang Mo suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Especially the composition requirement requires you to express your true feelings and bring you life inspiration through a new friend.

Grandma, how many life inspirations can you get from meeting a new friend?

Fang Mo also went to school, and he racked his brains when writing essays.

Almost purely by making up the number of words to fool the exam.

But now when he thinks back to when he was in school, he just wants to greet the teacher and his family who gave the question.

You're fucked.

Come on, I'll give you the pen.

I asked you to write a new friend. Can you give me some life inspiration?

Now when I think back to the composition requirements when I was in school, they are nothing more than the core of unnecessary moaning.

It’s good to describe the greatness and selflessness of maternal love, and it will always make you praise a certain profession.

Worri, isn't this setting up incorrect three views for children?

Believe it or not, I will write you "My Father, the District Chief" backhand.

In three days and two, we must use hard work and poverty to arouse resonance, then draw out the contrast, and finally sublimate the theme.

For example, a certain year's college entrance examination question, takeaway boy.

Damn it, what the hell is the last thing you wrote out?

The whole article praises the hard work of delivery workers, and it is not easy to make money.

Finally, the sublimation theme is that I should study hard so that I don’t need to suffer like this when I grow up.

Isn’t this an incorrect value orientation?

What happened to the hardship?

It is normal for life to be bitter and sweet. Someone else's delivery boy may have a happy family and a happy family.

Which eye of yours can you see that people are suffering and unhappy?

Does suffering mean unhappiness?

Aren’t delivery people human?

This profession is also a part of society. Is it possible that professions should be divided into three levels, high and low?

This idea itself was not born by the students themselves.

But it was cultivated through improper education.

It seems impossible to write a composition without including one or two tragic characters.

Do we have to use tragic character stories and backgrounds to deepen the concept?

Fang Mo was thinking angrily in his heart, and his eyes fell on the composition paper.

But after just one glance, he was stunned.

[My new friend is an uncle I met in Jiangcheng. His name is Fang Mo. He is almost 30 years old and no girl likes him because he is lame]

Seeing this sentence, Fang Mo's eyes widened.

He looked down at his healthy legs in disbelief, and then glanced at his date of birth.

[Today he was wearing a light blue denim jacket and gray-black trousers, and appeared on the deck of the ship in the early morning. The wind was free, and so was he, but the price of freedom is loneliness]

[He is probably worried about whether the cripple will be able to get a wife in the future]

Fang Mo glanced at the light blue denim jacket he was wearing, and then at the gray pants.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

[I met him again just now. He was sitting with a beautiful sister. There was a man next to her. The man was mute. He didn’t speak and could only laugh. Abba Abba was very pitiful. I guess he was laughing at himself. A life of unspeakable suffering]

Fang Mo pursed his lips and glanced up at Zheng Gongwei, who was chatting with Pei Ziqi.

Zheng Gongwei seemed to be talking about foreign horses, and his expressions were beaming.

"what happened?"

Zheng Gongwei was still a little confused when he noticed Fang Mo looking at him.

Fang Mo shook his head and was silent for a moment.

He continued to look down at the article.

[At this moment, I felt that life was like a drama, like a tragedy. Their tragic situation made me understand more deeply how lucky I am to have a healthy body]

【I promise to cherish everything I have today】

Awesome!

Fang Mo didn't get angry after reading it. He just patted Li Wenzhe and handed over the composition.

He pointed to his name on it.

Li Wenzhe nodded calmly.

Then he took out his cell phone and typed a line on the memo.

[What’s the name of the brother next to me? 】

Fang Mo took the phone.

【Zheng Gongwei】

Li Wenzhe made an OK gesture to Fang Mo.

Soon, all the names in Fang Mo's composition were replaced by Zheng Gongwei.

But Fang Mo was not satisfied.

Because the mute in the composition became himself.

There were only three people at the scene, except for Zheng Gongwei and Pei Ziqi, and the only male one was Fang Mo.

There are several characters that appear in the composition, including a beauty, a cripple, and a mute.

If Zheng Gongwei becomes a cripple, wouldn't he be the mute?

He pointed at the mute area again with an evil look.

Li Wenzhe nodded again, wisely took out the eraser and erased the mute line.

Fang Mo then showed a satisfied smile and kindly helped him come up with a title for the essay.

[In praise of the inspiration brought to me by my physical strength and mental disability]