Beauty's enchanting bodyguard

Chapter 297
"Hmm." For Zhang Yuanyuan who was screaming loudly, the old secretary Zhang Weimin just nodded heavily.

However, Zhang Yuanyuan saw her father, Zhang Weimin, nodding so simply.Suddenly, a complexion quickly became dull.The whole person couldn't say a word, but just stared at Xiao Yi dumbfounded.Gulong swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Xiao Yi just smiled lightly, looked at the stunned Zhang Yuanyuan, and joked, "Yuanyuan, what should I call you from now on?"

However, once these words fell into Zhang Yuanyuan's ears, they sounded like a sarcasm no matter what.

Thinking of the ridicule towards Xiao Yi from the bottom of his heart at the beginning, he regarded Xiao Yi as a villain who came to give gifts to curry favor with his father.Moreover, he angrily chased Xiao Yi out of the old house.Ridiculous about the gift Xiao Yi sent, on the gift box was written his wife's oral liquid.

It turned out that it was my brother-in-law who was facing all these hardships.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanyuan immediately snorted coldly.Turn your face away, pretending to ignore Xiao Yilai.

"Ahem..." The secretary immediately coughed twice, and then opened his mouth to help the two of them: "You young people, there is no need to care about these seniority. Brother, you can call her Yuanyuan from now on. Be kind."

"Dad, Yuanyuan is my baby name. How can he call this name?" Zhang Yuanyuan suddenly became unhappy when she heard this.

Zhang Weimin smiled slightly, looked at Zhang Yuanyuan and said, "If that's the case, then Xiao Yi will call you niece from now on."

"Don't." The thought of being called a niece by such an immature young man at his own age.Zhang Yuanyuan immediately stopped working: "From now on, please call me Yuanyuan."

When choosing between the names of niece and Yuanyuan, Zhang Yuanyuan decisively chose the latter.

Xiao Yi was on the side, seeing that Zhang Yuanyuan still had a bit of dissatisfaction on her face.Immediately, he secretly snickered twice, and even ordered the girl: "Yuanyuan, go and make a pot of tea. My brother and I will have a good time in this study today."

"What?" Zhang Yuanyuan's face turned cold with anger, she gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "How dare you order me to come?"

"Ah..." Xiao Yi pretended to be astonished, looked at Zhang Yuanyuan who was so angry that her face turned pale, and asked slowly: "Yuanyuan, am I not your uncle? Is this a matter? Still can't order it."

"I can't order it." Zhang Yuanyuan didn't hesitate, and immediately paused every word, elongating the ending sound, expressing her protest.

However, this is Zhang Weiming who has been silent on the sidelines.At this moment, he hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zhang Yuanyuan, and said in a soft voice: "Yuanyuan, go make a pot of tea. My brother and I are in a good mood today, so we can enjoy reading in this study."

Zhang Yuanyuan, who was about to sternly reject Xiao Yi, saw her father speak.Finally, there is no reason to refuse.Staring at Xiao Yi with resentment, he snorted angrily, "The tea is here, it's not for you."

Xiao Yi looked at the angry Zhang Yuanyuan, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.Then, the one who asked for help looked at the big brother Zhang Weimin.

"You young people, there's no need to be so angry." Zhang Weimin immediately made a rescue once he saw Xiao Yi's eyes begging for help: "Young people, there are many things to talk about together. You two should get closer Get close. Coincidentally, Xiao Yi is unmarried, and you are unmarried, Yuanyuan."

"Hmph." Zhang Yuanyuan quickly walked out of the study angrily, with an angry look on her face.Judging by her attitude, she was basically confronting Bi Mang with Xiao Yi.If you want to get close, that's when ants sit on the sofa and don't even talk (play).

However, Xiao Yi, who was standing in the study, now had a wicked smile on his lips.Looking at the beautiful figure of Zhang Yuanyuan, she pretended to be casual and said slowly: "Brother, I have already gotten close to Yuanyuan in the bathroom just now. Besides, Yuanyuan also told me a joke about a sow climbing a tree, it's really funny .”

Zhang Yuanyuan, who had just walked out of the study, heard Xiao Yi's words.Suddenly, with a flushed face, he turned his head.Looking at Xiao Yi with fire-spitting eyes, he shouted loudly: "My heart is beating and my love is burning you, what the fuck, I will remember you all my life, Xiao Yi!"

Pushing, pushing, and then Zhang Yuanyuan finally walked away angrily.

Leaving Xiao Yi with a bewildered expression, he looked at the old secretary Zhang Weimin who was also dumbfounded, and smiled embarrassingly: "This joke is not funny at all."

Zhang Weiming nodded approvingly, and forced a few smiles and said: "Yuanyuan is actually quite a good girl. Maybe it's because there was a charcoal fire downstairs today. The weather is dry and things are dry, so you get angry easily. You little uncle , you have to take responsibility."

"Okay." Xiao Yi no longer continued this topic, but changed the subject: "Big brother, the words you wrote last night were equally good and hearty. I can see that Yuanyuan is back, you I'm in a good mood..."

For a while, Xiao Yi and the old secretary Zhang Weimin started chatting quietly in the study.Between the lines, start talking.

While making tea downstairs, Zhang Yuanyuan cursed angrily: "Xiao Yi, you stinky rascal. You dare not be ashamed to ask me to make tea for you. I think I'd better make you a pot of rat poison. You die and go to see the sow climbing the tree."

Xiao Yi upstairs shuddered slightly.

After appreciating words and drinking tea, the old secretary stayed and had lunch together.That Zhang Yuanyuan sat at the table, she seemed to hate sitting at the same table with Xiao Yi.A pair of chopsticks, poking the porcelain bowl rattling non-stop.

"Why, isn't Yuanyuan's food delicious?" Zhang Weimin finally looked up at Zhang Yuanyuan and asked.

"No." That Zhang Yuanyuan simply put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and said, "Seeing the shoehorn face of some people, my appetite is already full."

Then, Zhang Yuanyuan simply put down the bowl and chopsticks.Walking to the side of the charcoal fire, he picked up a scroll and read it.

The calligraphy in Zhang Yuanyuan's hand was exactly the one that old secretary Zhang Weimin took down from his study at the end.Just now in the study, after talking about this picture, it seems that there is still something to say.The old secretary went downstairs, and while the dishes were on the table, he reluctantly looked at the words carefully for a while.When eating at the table, he casually put the words on the coffee table next to him.

As soon as he fixed his eyes on the scroll, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't put it down immediately.His eyes were bright, and he was completely immersed in the charm between the lines.

"Tsk tsk tsk, good calligraphy." Zhang Yuanyuan has studied calligraphy for many years.At this time, I opened my mouth to praise: "flowing clouds and flowing water, swaying vertically and horizontally, dongda jumping, combining hardness and softness. The edge of the hidden edge is slightly exposed, and the edge of the exposed edge is also reserved. The place where the pen hangs down and ends abruptly stops, like a sharp knife cutting, hanging The point where the needle draws and draws can be right or sideways, either curved or straight; the lifting and pressing are distinct, and the silk pulling is firm; it is both thick and thin, neither harsh nor harsh, neither middle nor side, neither dry nor moist."

Zhang Yuanyuan has a way of commenting.After all, he has been abroad and seen the world.Now he is talking with eloquence and high spirits.Obviously, seeing something good, her heart began to stir.

Xiao Yi and Zhang Weimin were still sitting at the table, chatting with their eyes closed.The mutton hot pot on the table was emitting white gas.Xiao Yi and the old secretary Zhang Weimin toasted and clashed happily for a while.

"By the way, I heard that you went to the capital this time, but you did some great things." The old secretary Zhang Weimin suddenly raised his head.Looking at Xiao Yi, he asked.

"It's not a big deal, I went wandering around for a while." Xiao Yi answered casually while drinking his wine absent-mindedly.

"You always look disapproving." The secretary Zhang cursed with a smile, and then his tone suddenly became serious: "Then Ye Liuyun, after all, was born in the Ye family, one of the four majestic families. Behind him, there is a huge Power and financial resources. In the future, if you go to the capital, you have to be careful."

"It's okay." Xiao Yi smiled heroically at Secretary Zhang's kind reminder: "In this world, there are many people I can't afford to provoke at the beginning. But in the end, they are the ones who can't provoke me anymore. The essence of life Glory lies in crushing my opponent. In the future, if I have the opportunity to go to the capital again, then I will definitely trample that Ye Liuyun under my feet."

Regarding Xiao Yi's adverbial of pride, Zhang Weimin laughed aloud.He picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it down.Then, he wiped the drink from the corner of his mouth, and said, "It seems that I am getting older. I am much less courageous. From now on, this world will be dominated by you young people."

The two looked like long-lost friends, eating meat and drinking heavily.Rhetoric, a good burst of pleasure.Zhao Xing sat on the side, with a calm face, and gently picked up the peanuts on the plate and put them into his mouth one by one.

After eating and drinking, Xiao Yi leaned back on the sofa.He touched his stomach with a happy expression on his face.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi found Zhang Yuanyuan beside him, who was just staring at a picture in his hand so obsessively.Take a look, this picture is exactly the wild cursive written by Xiao Yi himself in the past.

Immediately, Xiao Yi jokingly smiled and said: "Compared to me, how does this writing work?"

"Compared to you?" That Zhang Yuanyuan turned her head and looked at Xiao Yi who brought her hot face closer.With a cold snort, he opened his mouth to attack mercilessly: "It should be said that you don't even have the qualifications to compare with others. This wild cursive, but the writing is wonderful. Unruly, but the charm is hidden. Every stroke is It is majestic and thin, like the roaring of thousands of horses and the rushing river. This kind of wild cursive can be called a treasure of calligraphy. Moreover, it can write such a line of majestic and domineering strokes. Surely, the calligrapher who wrote this word , is a real man with great ambitions and poetry in his belly. Where is he like you, born a wretched rogue."

(End of this chapter)