The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 417 That Kind of Relationship
Fu Tonger's brush calligraphy was inherited from the old man of the Meng family. It can be said that after she was brought back to the Meng family, she studied with Meng Ziheng. Later, because of her admiration for Meng Ziheng, the font was close to Meng Ziheng intentionally or unintentionally.

For ten years, she has practiced calligraphy for ten years, in order to present to everyone at this moment that she is strong enough to be the hostess of the Meng family.

In the absence of comparison, it is not easy to write such calligraphy at the age of 16, and the calculation of the old man of the Meng family will come to an end smoothly.

But who would have thought that the child killed in the middle of the Bai family could learn a vigorous and powerful handwriting, and he was so natural and talented that everyone present could see clearly, the level of the two sides, the good and the bad are obvious.

Meng Ziheng frowned and looked at Fu Tonger's blunt and disorderly writing, so he could only sigh lightly, and reached out to hold down the edge of her pen, "The heart is not calm, and it will be futile to write any further."

If she wasn't distracted and didn't have such a focus on gains and losses, she might be able to compete with the other party, and each product has its own merits. The bad thing is that Fu Tong'er is too arrogant and values ​​this fame and fortune too much.And what Meng Ziheng didn't like was exactly this about her.

Fu Tong'er stared blankly at the big palm she held in her hand. The warm body temperature and ambiguous posture were supposed to be a harmonious picture of Qin and Se, but the unfinished ink on the paper was too dazzling, which made her look up in panic, as if she could It's as if everyone's ironic eyes are under their eyes.

Humiliation, unwillingness, all kinds of complicated emotions filled her heart, which made her eyes turn red instantly.

"Hehe, I'm ashamed to come up with such superficial words. If it's really a competition, you are not qualified to be on the stage with me." Bai Wenbo's voice was low, and he just glanced at the two rice papers, and immediately made a judgment.

Although everyone present could see the winner or loser, they didn't dare to expose it in public like children.

But precisely because he is a child and has talent, everyone can only say that he is arrogant, and cannot accuse him.

It has to be said that the Bai family played a good move, blocking the Meng family with no way out.

"Practicing calligraphy is only about cultivating one's character. Too much emphasis on winning or losing may not be a good thing." The Meng family was slapped in the face in public. As the eldest son and grandson of the Meng family, Meng Ziheng naturally would not stand idly by. The tallest person has the most weight in his words, and it is more suitable than Mr. Meng to teach this crazy junior a lesson.

"Are you the genius Meng Ziheng?" Bai Wenbo's immature voice was full of arrogance. After confirming the identity of Meng Ziheng, he straightened his chest and said, "I want to compare and see who can write better. ? Don’t think that I underestimated me because I was young, if you don’t agree, you are a narrow-minded person.”

Bai Wenbo pressed on every step of the way, and what he said was even more merciless. Now, some people recalled the incident and secretly took a look at Bai Hua who was silent at the side. Seeing the smile on the other side, Only then did I suddenly realize in my heart.

This child is probably being used as a gun, and Bai Hua is the mastermind behind it.

Just when Meng Ziheng announced that he had quelled the rumors and used the engagement to cover up the scandal, the Bai family came to make trouble, clearly to suppress Meng Ziheng, and thereby suppress the Meng family behind it.

The so-called prospers all prosper, one loses all loses.

Meng Ziheng frowned and looked at the little one in front of him with a displeased expression, but he didn't agree immediately.Because whether he wins or loses, he does no good.

"Hehe, Fu Tong'er is not qualified to compete with you, but you may not be qualified to let Meng Ziheng take action." A cold voice came from the crowd with a smile.

Everyone was stunned, looking for their reputation, and saw a white figure walking back slowly from the crowd, that exquisite face was shining brightly under the crystal light, shaking people's minds.

Song Ye.

Mencius Heng's eyes lit up, and a faint smile burst into the corner of his mouth.

Bai Hua was also attracted by this handsome appearance, but after he realized it after a while, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Where did you come from, you are so handsome, I seem to be familiar with Young Master Meng."

As soon as his words fell, old man Meng's face suddenly fell down.

Song Ye's appearance at this time did not win his favor, because that face would make the rumors that were just clarified once again rampant.

Sure enough, as soon as Bai Hua's words came out, the people present immediately started talking about it.

"Hey, it's Young Master Meng's friend, tell me, is it that kind of relationship?"

"It's hard to say. How can things without shadows be passed on in an orderly manner? This young master Meng has never seen a woman since he was a child. Maybe it's because he keeps himself clean, maybe he really answered the rumors."

……

Song Ye listened to such gossip in twos and threes. She remained calm and responded generously: "I am Ziheng's classmate. I was fortunate to learn calligraphy for two months under his guidance. I just saw everyone talking about it. Show off, it's a little tricky, I don't know if I can count in this competition."

Hearing this, let alone the Bai family, even Fu Tong'er and Mr. Meng were stunned, and their expressions crossed Song Ye's face suspiciously.

Bai Wenbo's focus is different. Children don't pay much attention to appearance, "Are you Mencius Heng's apprentice?"

Song Ye slumped on the ground with a serious face, "It is."

Meng Ziheng twitched his eyes. He didn't remember when he taught Song Ye calligraphy, and he had a teacher-student relationship.

"Okay, I'll compete with you. If I beat you, Meng Ziheng will have to compete with me." Bai Wenbo didn't hesitate either, treating it as a clearance game, his ultimate goal was still Meng Ziheng.

Song Ye was noncommittal about such conditions, walked to the desk, and uttered two words at Fu Tong'er who was standing there, "Excuse me."

Fu Tong'er froze, and subconsciously looked at Meng Ziheng beside her. She was not even better than Bai Wenbo. Could it be that Song Ye, who had only two months of skill, was really going to be embarrassed here?
But Meng Ziheng stood still, standing quietly behind Song Ye, like a silent pine, escorting the people in front of him.

No matter how unwilling Fu Tong'er was, she couldn't knock Song Ye down on such an occasion.

When the rice paper was laid again, Mencius personally chose a brush for Song Ye, but the latter chose a big wolf hair first, which made the former startled, "Your characters are in willow style, so it is not suitable to use a brush that is too thick. .” And it’s still such a big wolf.

Song Ye was the old god, and said quietly, "Then change to another font."

What?Meng Ziheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he was pleasantly surprised, "What else do you have?"

Song Ye nodded, and the Langhao pen was dipped in the inkstone wide open and closed, and some ink spots splashed out, which didn't look very beautiful.

"Tsk, what a waste of good things." The literati present at the scene felt that this kind of wild behavior had already felt vulgar.

(End of this chapter)