The prodigal son of transmigration

"I'm not allowed to accuse your uncle? I'm not allowed to accuse who? I like your uncle, and it's your uncle I want to accuse." As he spoke, as if to prove what he said, Murong Jin pressed a kiss on Tang Xiaoyu's face with a bang, "Your uncle is already mine, and it's already stamped."

"You're talking nonsense!" Su Yan crazily stamped her own kiss on Tang Xiaoyu's face, kissed her, but cried herself, accusing Tang Xiaoyu, "Uncle, you lied to me, you said you wouldn't abandon me , I only have you left."

Su Yan was crying so hard that Tang Xiaoyu's heart was broken. This child is quite distressing.

"Be good, Uncle didn't mean to want you, don't listen to his nonsense." Glaring at Murong Jin who was still smiling, he said angrily, "Look at you, you are an adult, and you actually scared a child to cry, and you are still there Smiling, are you embarrassed?"

Murong Jin was so scolded that she put away her smile, and followed Su Yan's example, she shed a tear, "You can comfort him when he cries, he is worth crying, and I am crying, is it worth it?"

He glared at him angrily, he was so grown up that he was ashamed to be jealous with a child.

Murong Jin was very aggrieved, but she couldn't tell.

But soon, Su Yan and Tang Xiaoyu began to have stomach pains, and it was obvious that it was Wang Er's fault.

Murong Jin squinted his eyes. In this way, he had a justifiable reason to destroy half of the catering industry of the Wang family, so when he was aggrieved, Wang Er was about to suffer.

When they came out of the hospital, the two of them had recovered a lot, at least they didn't feel any discomfort. Murong Jin was walking beside Tang Xiaoyu. Originally, he planned to help him, but Tang Xiaoyu despised him, saying that he looked weak. Sometimes I don't know who to help whom.

He didn't argue with Tang Xiaoyu either, he just stood beside him quietly. After walking for a while, Su Yan's childish nature, going to buy candy for Murong Jin, found a chance to speak.

"You...I think we can all do this in the future."

"???" Tang Xiaoyu was surprised, not understanding what this guy said.

"What I mean is, in fact, we can also live like this in the future, or, I can also accompany you wandering in the rivers and lakes."

"!!" Tang Xiaoyu's expression could no longer be described as shock, thinking to herself, why did this Murong Jin smoke again suddenly? It's even worse than that of a certain green webpage.

In the distance, Su Yan, who had bought some good things, came back at a brisk pace, with a very happy tone, and stuffed a sweet date for Tang Xiaoyu.

Murongjin didn't say any more strange things, but just took a deep look at Tang Xiaoyu. With just such a glance, Tang Xiaoyu felt that she was messed up, okay?

Not long after, Murong Jin told him that talents from all over the world had launched a poetry competition, and Tang Xiaoyu was invited to participate.

Tang Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, alas, these talented people are really haunted, they thought they had escaped the war last time, and within a few months, these people came again.

Tang Xiaoyu cried and said that she didn't want to go.

Murong Jin thought about it seriously, and analyzed it for him, "I think you should go."

"Why? You know I don't know these things, aren't you telling me to die?"

Murong Jin fondled his hair dotingly, and said with a smile, "It is precisely because of this that you are going. In front of all the talents and beauties in the country, you officially seal your pen, or just ask me to be your spokesperson. How about I write poems and paintings for you in the future?"

Tang Xiaoyu was covered in goosebumps, but he listened to Murongjin's suggestion. If he had sealed his pen in front of so many people, I'm afraid everyone wouldn't embarrass him, would they?

That night, the shadow guest came again and continued his plan to teach Su Yan badly.

As soon as Tang Xiaoyu came to that poetry competition, she said that she had closed her pen and would no longer write poems.

Immediately, the whole scene exploded, and even those men and women who loved Tang Xiaoyu to the death, both men and women, staged a little vomit and a vermilion beauty.

Tang Xiaoyu almost lost his footing and was about to fall, but fortunately Murong Jin helped him up.

Murong Jin looked at everyone who fell to the ground with a smile, because of his voice, when he spoke, everyone fell silent, in order to hear clearly what the master Jin said.

"You don't need to be like this. Xiaoyu will marry sooner or later, and it will be a matter of time to find a husband and raise children at home, right? It's just that it's ahead of time. Then, from now on, I will take over everything about Xiaoyu."

Suddenly, there was an ambiguous "Oh~~~" in the audience

Oh, your sister, Tang Xiaoyu really wanted to explode, but Murong Jin held him back.

Well, in order to maintain Tang Xiaoyu's image as a handsome young man, he endured it.

The poetry competition gradually kicked off, and Tang Xiaoyu, as an audience, was eating and drinking happily.

The original fighting poems were the same as in previous years, nothing new, but after fighting, the atmosphere of the scene took a sharp turn and became tense in an instant.

Tang Xiaoyu stopped eating, and looked at Murong Jin who was beside her, who was conversing poems with others, all kinds of beautiful poems came at her fingertips, damn it.

Apparently, the people present did not expect that Murong Jin, the benefactor, would do this, and the person who had a poem with Murong Jin was in a hurry.

Murong Jin is still calm, that person is already at the end of his rope.

If things continue like this, the winner of this poetry competition will be Murong Jin.

"Wait!" Su Yan glared at Murong Jin unhappily, "I want to challenge you!"

Su Yan is confident this time. Last night, his master helped him recite some poems. Today, he will cover up Murong Jin's light so that uncle can only see himself, hahaha.

Cough cough, Su Yan, calm down, it seems that you have forgotten that you are actually of the iceberg attribute.

Murong Jin frowned frivolously, but his heart was filled with joy, "How are you going to challenge me?"

Su Yan glanced at Qi Qing, the host of the Poetry Competition, "It's just you, come up with the question!"