Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 116 Two Men Fighting 3
After saying that, dark clouds appeared on Sheng Yi's face, he had never asked others for gifts, but she said no, but she gave Song Fanhua a brush, how could he not be angry.

And Cheng Huan's back is equally important to Song Fanhua's brush, even if a broken brush, he will not give up,
But now that Cheng Huan stood in front of him, he was both moved and uneasy.

Such childish Shengyi made him look down on him even more,
He raised his head to look at Sheng Yi, smiled even more mockingly, and said, "Why do you want to use magic to deal with me? I think you can only do magic! You don't know anything else!"

"What did you say!" He Sheng Yi didn't know anything, what a joke!

Song Fanhua's words easily angered Sheng Yi, and his whole body was like fire.

Cheng Huan looked sideways at Song Fanhua, Sheng Yi was a tyrannosaurus, and he didn't understand why Song Fanhua provoked him so much.

Song Fanhua just gave her a gentle gaze, then looked at Sheng Yi.

"Now we are at Cheng's house. My aunt treats you and me very well. We will definitely startle her when we fight. I don't think you want to do this. It's better for you and me to choose a way of comparison that everyone will be gentle with. If you win, I will never want the brush again, but if you lose, please return the brush to me, after all, it belongs to someone else! I would like to see what other skills you have besides magic, and what you can compare is up to you Choose, I am free"

Sheng Yi has a quick temper, so he couldn't help being angry, not to mention that he is proficient in everything, even if Song Fanhua provoked him, he laughed and said, "I'm afraid you don't know how you died."

"Win or lose is uncertain, it's better not to talk big!" Song Fanhua was not afraid, and greeted him coldly.

The two actually quarreled over a gift. Cheng Huan stood in the middle and watched the two quarrel over a brush, feeling helpless and angry.
I don't know if it's because I'm young, but even because two young people are arguing for her, I feel a little secretly happy in my heart.

However, she didn't want to compare the two of them because of her, no matter who they knew well won, that wasn't what she wanted to see.

But if she tried to stop the two from arguing like a child, I'm afraid it would be counterproductive. Although she was also angry about using his things as bargaining chips, she had no choice now.

Seeing that it was time to eat, the matter in front of him had to be resolved as soon as possible.

Cheng Huan retreated to the north, crossed his arms and looked at the two of them, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect one of my writing brushes to have such a great charm. If I know, I'll buy a few more and sell them to you! How about you Don’t compare, I’ll buy ten or eight of them tomorrow and sell them to you!”

Song Fanhua smiled slightly, seeing Cheng Huan's mischievous expression, the unhappiness in his heart dissipated a lot.

Sheng Yi snorted, and refused to agree: "I want this one, if you want to buy it, give it to him, I don't care!"

Song Fanhua snorted, and said with a blank expression: "It turns out that Mr. Sheng doesn't like this brush, but has a liking for seizing others! But what belongs to me will never be taken away by others!"

"Fanhua, forget it, I'll buy some more for you tomorrow, don't you quarrel with him!?" Cheng Huan saw that the two were fighting non-stop, but became more energetic, and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

Song Fanhua just smiled and said, "Huan'er, don't you want to build a new house? I think this is an opportunity. No matter whether Mr. Sheng paints or writes poems, you will get a good price when you sell them in shops in the future. I will definitely win this pen back, your heart will not be wasted!"

(End of this chapter)