You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!

Wen Wei did not expect to meet Wen Ming at this time, and did not expect him to be so bold and dare to come to Sifang Town. Before the news, Wen Yi had always thought that Wen and Ming mothers were hiding in the temple. After Wen Bo Li was promoted, they took their mother and son. After picking it up, I didn't expect him to think too much.

People are active. They have not met in advance in the past. It is estimated that he did not come to participate in the flower banquet at that time. He did not play much with Li Qingnian, so he missed the opportunity.

Wen Yan looked at Wen Zheming coldly. Wen Zeming was only two months older than him. However, his high body and the Sven face, which is exactly the same as Wen Bo Li, seems to be a few years older than Wen Wei. some.

When he noticed that someone was watching him, Wen Zeming looked up slightly, just as he looked at the stunned look. He stunned and then arched his hand and smiled at Wen.

He blinked, and his disgusted glanced at him. Even the surface was not done, and he turned his eyes away.

Wen Zeming’s smile on his face was stiff and he bowed his head and drank tea. He came with a son from here. He went to school in Lehe Town, and the son of the son who brought him was a classmate with him when he was a child. This time he happened to meet him, he took him to play and have more friends.

He is naturally happy, his father taught him from an early age, he must learn to use his connections to turn to his own strength, and he has always followed his father as an example. He is eager to learn, sleek, long-sleeved and good-natured.

And Weng is in Sifang Town. He always wanted to see what the younger brother who was from the jade food was like.

He and his mother have been in the temple for so many years, and even the school has been looked down upon. It is impossible to say that it is impossible to hate another father’s son, but he has been covering up. He is trying to learn. It’s just that one day the mother can go to the door of the house, and he can be a grandson of the family, not a wilderness without a father.

The line of sight was circling around, and there were more than a dozen people attending the banquet. He couldn’t tell which one was Weng, and he could only wait patiently.

After seeing Wen Ming, Wen Yan’s mood was very bad. Li Qingnian noticed his expression and talked to him with his side: “You are pregnant, what happened to you?”

Wen Wei sat straight and his eyes were fierce. "I saw a nasty person."

"Who?" Li Qingnian looked around and became angry. "I will help you out." This banquet was proposed by him. It is not difficult to catch up with others.

"No." Smell his eyes, his lips smashed into a line, and said low: "I clean up myself."

Mr Lee in hearing him say, obedient nod, saw his small physique and added; "If the fighting and called on me, I can help you beat him!" The other is not, but he fights did not lose too, can put pressure People are under pressure.

Wen Yan was amused by him, his face relaxed a little. This is not a past life. Wen Boli has not yet been an official. Wen Ming is still a child as big as him. He has lived forever. What is terrible? of?

After thinking about it, Wen Yan was lazy to support the fruit on his elbow.

The dwarfs were placed in a circle shape, and the empty ground in the middle was covered with peach petals. Li Qingnian also invited the dancers to come and cheer. The singing voice and the dancing dance of the dancers were not debauchery.

Pick up a glass of wine and drink it slowly. I don’t have the heart to watch the dance. I wonder how to clean up and smell.

After the news that the mother and son were taken back, the mother and Wen Boli had been in the cold for some time, and then they gave up and left. It was the time of the Cold War. Wen Boli let Wen Ming’s mother and son live in the house. Bai Ruihe always looks like a soft and weak, and Wen Ming has a kind of learning. He always shows people with a gentle look. See who laughs. Points, the mother and the noise from the noise is not small, then the family of the friendship said that their mother's eyes are too small to accommodate. Even the little nephew who is so sensible and sensible can't tolerate it. It is too overbearing.

However, they all forgot that this house was originally named Fu, Wen Bo Li is awkward, there is no Fu family, he is still a poor scholar who can not afford to exchange.

I took a sip of wine on my head and smelled it slowly and straightened up. Since the past life was white and bears a bad name, it would be better to do something unreasonable today.

At the end of the song and dance, wearing a enchanting dancer, she brought the pastry to the water. After she heard it, she threw a wink at him. She smelled a polite smile and continued to drink without squinting.

Li Qingnian stood up and held a glass of wine to talk about the next gameplay.

Since it is a flower banquet, it must be related to flowers. Although there are some young masters, there is also an arty heart.

Li Qingnian proposed that it is better to make a flower order.

The dancers are drumming, and everyone in the room is passing flowers. In the hands of the flowers, whoever has to do a poem with the word "flower", considers that there are no inks in the belly of the arrival, and relaxed the conditions, the ancients The poems are also ok, and you can punish the wine if you can't do it.

Everyone clapped their hands and agreed. The next person raised a big drum. The best-looking dancer was barefoot and took two drumsticks and enchanted. Li Qingnian had a peach branch and drums folded in his hand. When the sound rang, the flower branch was passed to Wen.

Wen Yan passed it on to Zhou Chuanqing, and the drums kept ringing. The dancers leaped and drums, and the drums of the drums rang and suddenly stopped. The peach blossoms fell in the hands of Zhang Jiagong.

Zhang Jiagong thought about it. He made a poem on the spot. It is not neat, but with the word "flower", it is also in line with the rules. The dancers waved their eyes, their wrists jerked, and the drums of the cymbals rang again.

In this way, I came over two rounds, and the flowers fell in the hands of Wen Yu. Wen Yan was not good at poetry and directly used the poems of the ancients. "Chiba peach blossoms are worth a hundred flowers, and Lonely Spring is in the soft."

I found out that the boy I just noticed was actually smelling. When I heard it, I had some disdain in my eyes. I had a good skin bag, but it was a straw bag that even poems could not do.

Perceived the gaze below, Weng turned his gaze and found that after the smell of Ming, the unpleasant frowning, and then wanted to see something dirty, immediately regained his sight, the attitude is unobtrusive disgust.

"You offended the smug son?" The friend next to him also found it, and whispered it.

Wen Zeming shook his head in distress, took a sip of wine, and smiled bitterly: "The first time I saw Wen Gongzi, might it be that the civilians who dislike me are smearing?"

The friend listened to these words and instead held up for him. He and Wen Zeming were classmates. He knew that his family was poor but he was full of talent. Even Mr. praised him, he would like to pull him and want him to meet more friends. Also let him a lot of ways.

So when the flower branch spread to the hand of Wen Zeming, Wen Zheming made a poem to get everyone's applause, he took the initiative to introduce Wen Zheming, trying to resolve the prejudice of Wen.

"This is my classmate who is wise, and is the most talented scholar in this year's school!"

"Bersheng has a good reputation," Wen Zeming sat up with a glass of wine and gave a glass of wine to everyone. "It’s just a bit of a hard time to read a book."

There are some sons here, there are only a few real talents, so everyone’s attitude towards this suddenly big talent is quite friendly. After listening to a group of drinks, the friend will take him to follow. The 湉 set is almost.

Wen Yan swayed with a glass of wine, a look of love and answer.

"Speaking of Wen Gongzi and Ming Ming are surnamed, maybe it is still the family." Zheng Bosheng laughed and teased, trying to ease the atmosphere.

I was still lazy, and my face was so heavy that I looked at it with a scornful look. I was cold and cold: "When I can't have this person."

Zheng Bosheng was a little embarrassed, and Wen Ming’s fingers tightened tightly and barely smiled: “I don’t know where Wen’s offended the Wen Gongzi, or did Wen’s son feel that he’s smelling a poor family?”

He used this set a lot of times. Since the poor family can't hide now, it's better to be passive and take the initiative. The cold door is sometimes a good knocking stone. At least every time he takes the initiative to ridicule the cold door, those who want to face the face, the boys and sons, It’s not good to say anything about his origins.

He thought that Wen Wei would be the same as those of his son.

However, I did not expect to raise my chin, and I was welcome: "I don't look down on the poor people in my family, just look down on you."

Wen Zeming’s face quickly rose red, “You!”

Wen Wei did not let him pick up the words and continued: "Is it so hypocritical that you are not tired? Is it clear that you want to climb the rich and rich, and also pretend to be a clear-eyed look to whom? Want to talk to Wen Jiapan? If you want to point directly Please, I will look at you high."

Zheng Bosheng wanted to say something, but he was pulled by Li Qingnian. Although Li Qingnian looked at a silly look, he was not really stupid. He whispered Zheng Bosheng, "You can't be used as a shield."

This smell is a savvy master at first glance. He followed his father and saw many businessmen who were behind the surface of Sven. But it was not quite like the smell of the Ming Dynasty. Can't stand it.

Looking at the face of Wen Qingming, the purple and purple, Weng’s mood was a little better. Slowly took a drink from the glass and saw that he still couldn’t leave. He wondered: “You still don’t leave? Do you really want me? ?"

He leaned back and leaned back, threw the wine glass on the floor and pointed to the dusty glass. His gesture was full. "You gave me a glass of wine, and I just forced you to be a book boy." ?"