Concubine Shizi, she convinces people with cubs

Chapter 152 is Bai Xiucui's poem

"How good is this kind of nonsense poetry? A few random lines from the storybook are better than this!"

Bai Xiucui was stunned for a moment, then she subconsciously looked at Luo Wanshu, who was holding the little milk baby and watching the joke with great interest.

Her face flushed suddenly, Bai Xiucui really cried this time.

Wu Wenbo was very irritable.Women take advantage of their "weakness" to cry twice occasionally, which will make men feel distressed, but crying all the time is boring.

He couldn't understand why Bai Xiucui held him back when he stood up for the Wu family?What an ignorant woman.

"I'm talking about Luo Wanshu and not about you, why are you crying?" Wu Wenbo scolded coldly.

After hearing his words, Bai Xiucui not only didn't hold back, but also cried louder.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingyun was confused, and gave Luo Wanshu a wink, asking her to explain to herself.

After watching the excitement for so long, Luo Wanshu finally spoke.

She shook the poem in her hand, and asked the little baby: "Honey, do you still remember who wrote this poem?"

The little milk baby said crisply and authentically: "Baby has such a good memory, of course I remember!"

Wu Wenbo didn't know why, but suddenly became flustered.

Bai Xiucui cried and stretched out her hand to Luo Wanshu, begging: "Miss Luo San, please stop talking..."

Unfortunately, Luo Wanshu will not soften her heart because of her tears.

"Then tell me, who wrote it?" She and Little Milkman continued to sing together.

With a snort, the little milkman stretched out a chubby finger and pointed at Bai Xiucui: "That's the auntie! She also said that it was written for her cousin!"

After finishing speaking, the little milk boy looked at Wu Wenbo innocently, and asked curiously: "Uncle, auntie's cousin, is it you?"

Wu Wenbai's mind buzzed, and the world instantly became dark.Those eyes that mocked Luo Wanshu before all fell on him.

He thought carefully about the words of the little milk baby, his complexion became worse and worse, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in now.

The poem Luo Wanshu wrote was actually written by Bai Xiucui for herself?In front of so many people, he belittled the poem to nothing. Not only did he trample Bai Xiucui's heart on the ground, he even scolded himself into it!
Wu Wenbai's hands hidden in his cuffs were trembling, wishing to slap himself hard twice.

How will it end now?
Most of the people present did not expect this kind of development.The owner of the calligraphy and painting stall and Song Qingyun looked at Luo Wanshu in shock, and thought to themselves, I really have you!

This is what Luo Wanshu wanted. She recited the poem in front of everyone, and she smiled, showing a very kind heart.

"Mr. Wu, isn't this poem pretty good?"

Wu Wenbai couldn't turn his head around, his face turned red and he didn't know how to answer Luo Wanshu.

To say that the poems are well written is inconsistent; to say that the poems are not well written is to slap Bai Xiucui and herself in the face.

He was covered in cold sweats, and regretted coming to the market, and if he was given another chance, he would never come forward and provoke Luo Wanshu!

Under everyone's pointing and pointing, Bai Xiucui also saw that the matter would not end. In desperation, she let out an ouch and fell limply to the ground.

Wu Wenbai subconsciously caught her, and asked anxiously: "Cui Cui, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Xiucui "fainted", so of course she couldn't give him any response.

(End of this chapter)