Little peasant girl is not money-minded

Tang Ye watched the change and didn't mean to come forward.

She would like to see how to solve the current situation with the infinite scenery in the sky and the Wenqu star who participated in her book.

The man's voice was not small. The whole hall looked at it and talked in a low voice.

Liu Wenqing looked at the man, his eyebrows and eyes were a little angry, and his tone was still indifferent: "Deng Xun, if you can't see me through, why waste Mr. Zhang's ink."

The man who was called dunson sneered: "ah. I forgot that you are from the countryside. The poor boy in the countryside must have never seen such a good thing."

It must have been a long time since Liu Wenqing was unhappy. Deng Xun's mouth was unstoppable.

The boy on one side couldn't help pulling dunson's sleeve, but felt it was wrong.

The ancients said that heroes don't ask the source.

Even if they were born in the countryside, now there are many poor born senior officials in the imperial court.

If Deng Xun's words were publicized, he might disgrace his reputation.

As soon as his words were spoken, dunson regretted it. His intention was not to satirize other people's origins.

However, Liu Wenqing always gets his husband's green eyes in class, but he often lowers his head. It's inevitable that he is unwilling and doesn't care if he is in a hurry.

After all, he has only a little background that can weigh on him.

Consciously inappropriate, Deng Xun forced a smiling face and didn't mean to apologize.

Liu Wenqing glanced at him as if he hadn't been hurt by his flowers. He said in a low voice, "I really haven't seen anything like this, so please leave. I'm going to pick up something."

A large piece of his broken ink was trampled under dunson's feet.

Hearing this, it was clear that it was a flower falling from one end, but Liu Wenqing said it lightly, which made Deng Xun look like a small family.

"What if I don't move?" he said, gnashing his teeth.

On weekdays, I hate him most. He doesn't care about anything. It's clear that he is the same hard-working person, but in Mr. Liu Wenqing is always the best one.

Deng Xun, who had been arrogant since he was a child, had endured it for a long time and just took advantage of today to vent it.

If Liu Wenqing was excited, he would sue his husband and ask him to drive Liu Wenqing out. From then on, no one would argue with him anymore.

Thinking so, Deng Xun felt happy, as if he had seen the scene of Liu Wenqing being driven out.

The atmosphere between them suddenly became tense, and no one gave way.

The boy around Deng Xun was a little nervous, pulled his sleeve, glanced at Liu Wenqing with terrible eyes, and carefully said, "Deng Xun, I think it's better to forget it."

"Yes, they are all schoolmates. Why should they be so ugly? If we let Mr. know, we're afraid we'll all be scolded."

The students in the class began to persuade them one after another.

Deng Xun's face was agitated. He started this matter. Wouldn't it be a shame if he just let it go?

"All right." he suddenly said, "this is my business. Shut up."

Today, he must ask Liu Wenqing to bow to him.

All around was silent, and no one said more.

After all, Mr. Deng Xun and Liu Wenqing are particularly fond of, especially Deng Xun. They entered school a year earlier, and their family is a senior official in the capital.

Most of them are ordinary people from ordinary families. Naturally, they dare not offend dunson.

"Liu Wenqing, don't you want to pick it up? Just pick it up!" he said in a fierce voice.

The students couldn't help taking a breath.

Deng Xun is going to humiliate Liu Wenqing!

Liu Wenqing's face suddenly sank. Naturally, he could not allow Deng Xun to be so humiliated.

However, the ink was given to him by the teacher and should be well protected by his elders. It turned out to be a broken object at Deng Xun's feet. There is a saying that power cannot be subdued, and poverty cannot be moved.

If he wants to get something back, he'll have to fight dunson.

It is stipulated in the private school that those who fight privately will be expelled from the private school, especially the leaders.

Seeing Liu Wenqing's silence, Deng Xun smiled sarcastically: "pick it up. You don't want to pick it up. I don't think you care so much about what your husband awarded you..."

What dunson said became more and more ugly. Even the teenagers who had been following him couldn't listen. Standing in the middle, they had to make peace.

Deng Xun won't let it go easily. He didn't see Liu Wenqing fall into the trap. How could he do it.

For a moment, the atmosphere deadlocked.

Liu Wenqing wrung his eyebrows and scratched a cold light in his dark eyes: "Deng Xun, you and my classmate for several years, now you want to force me to do it?"

Tang Ye, who stood outside the door and held his breath, almost didn't mention it.

She thought Liu Wenqing was going to do something after holding for so long. Unexpectedly, she still had such a upright style.

People are bullying you. They still look like they are just and awe inspiring. Aren't you looking for a fight.

Deng Xun looked at Liu Wenqing with a gloomy face. He couldn't help holding the table on one side and forced his calmness on his face: "what if you were forced to do it? Dare you?"