Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The laughter was like breaking the harmony of the banquet, breaking in abruptly.

Everyone looked back and saw a mighty group of men in white robes coming in at the gate, and they couldn't help but burst into their hearts.

The visitor is bad.

Even withdrawing from the medicine stone, the Bai family still likes to show people in white robes, as if they are advertising trademarks, for fear that others will not know they are swaggering.

From the information obtained by Song Ye, this branch that broke into the antique world was the Bai family's sideline. It was the second relatively large force after Bai Dechang. At the time, Song Ye acquired the Bai family ’s industry. After a while with the other side, the results were very different, the other side could not get the slightest benefit, and then turned to the antique world.

It can be said that this sideline was forced away by Song Ye, and then turned back to bite the Meng family, causing the evil to Meng Ziheng.

"Haha, if you don't invite me, Father Meng wouldn't mind, would you? If so, Bai Mo would immediately turn around and leave." The head of the house, Bai Hua's gray hair, was well-maintained and sounded like a bell. Hearty rivers and lakes. However, according to Song Ye's data, when this person traced the medicine stone circle, he had calculated many people because of the raw material of medicine stone.

Although Mr. Meng's face turned green when he saw the Bai family, he smiled again and again, greeted him kindly and held each other's big hand. "Welcome and welcome are ordinary family dinners for grandsons. Heng will give an introduction, Mr. Bai is willing to come, naturally it is an honor. "

The two of you came and played with Tai Chi, and soon came to the table and saw the four treasures of the study.

"Yo, this is to let the baby girl write. I heard Master Meng Xiao's calligraphy is good. I didn't expect even the baby girl to be so good." Bai Hua deliberately pretended not to know Fu Tonger, exaggerating.

"This is my grandson-in-law, Fu Tonger, who has just settled today to show ugliness to your uncles, and by the way give pointers to one or two." Father Meng did not smile, but had to introduce it again.

"Oh, this is Tong Yangyu in the Meng family's legend." Bai Hua's pretense suddenly dawned on him, and he uttered the words Tong Yangyu in a straightforward manner. I don't like this statement, especially the big family like the Meng family.

But before he sprayed back, Bai Hua said quietly again: "Since it's writing calligraphy, it happens that there is a boy with a brush writing on my side, so let him go up and write a couplet, just to celebrate Meng Good things are coming for the little boy. Father Meng wouldn't mind? "

Mr. Meng gritted his teeth and looked at the other party clearly prepared.

The experience of several confrontations told him that this Bai Hua was a shameful product, which really made people play, and there was something going wrong.

"It's really bad. I just arranged a chance for the two juniors. Mr. Bai will arrange for him to go up personally. The young man may not agree." Father Meng kicked the leather shoes to Meng Ziheng.

"Haha, what's that, young people like gifts the most." Bai Hua is also a faceless and skinless figure, bypassing Mr. Meng, and went straight to Fu Tonger and Meng Ziheng, laughing loudly: "How about, Meng Little boy, let my grandchildren also come up and write a word of congratulations, and it will not disturb your young couple. Of course, it will not suppress the limelight of your little fiancee. "

By the time Mr. Meng responded to stop, Bai Hua's words had already been blocked.

Mencius Heng had dealt with Bai Hua and naturally knew each other ’s virtues. At the moment, he was not quite sure. Yu Guang was unconsciously swept towards Song Ye. The latter seemed to be able to read the mind, but his eyes were cold in an instant. The ground nodded towards him, signalling that he should play this round.

"Okay, thank you so much." Mencius Heng didn't even consider the consequences. He was confused by that look, and nodded.

"Haha, okay, Master Meng Xiao is easy, come, Wenbo, come up to show everyone ugliness." As soon as Bai Hua's words fell, he saw a small white robe coming out from among the white robes. Around two or three years old, he looked proud.

The two parties were writing on the same station, which originally meant a bit of comparison. Now the Bai family also sent a twelve-year-old child out, and it was just hitting Meng's face.

"Here, brother Bai is still young. As a sister, Tonger is not good at receiving gifts. It is better for her sister to write a gift to brother Bai." Fu Tonger responded very quickly, and he bent down in an instant, very kind and gentle. Land said like coaxing a child.

It really makes her compare with a twelve-year-old child, no matter whether she wins or loses.

Unfortunately, the image of her good sister was not accepted by the child. The child raised his head and was arrogant and outspoken, "You don't have to say so much, you must write about the gift, don't be afraid to lose, I will let you. "

The last half sentence directly pierced the essence of the game, but it is hard for anyone to say that Bai Hua's bad intentions were what the children said.

"Well, that's good. Brother Bai's sister writes everything. My sister likes it." Fu Tonger couldn't hold her face, and had to smile awkwardly, looking back to find Mencius Heng for comfort, but found that the other party was looking in other directions.

And in that direction, Song Ye stood out.

Whenever she saw that delicate and perfect face, Fu Tonger always felt a sense of anxiety and crisis.

Now when she sees Meng Ziheng's expression again, she hates Song Ye more and more.

The position of the Meng family hostess is hers, and Meng Ziheng is hers too. No one can take it away, so she must win and be beautiful.

After calming down his mind, Fu Tonger began to write and dip in ink. He began to write on the rice paper, and began to write without hesitation. Every stroke of the pen mimicked the handwriting of Mencius Heng. This is how she stood beside him for more than ten years. The results obtained are also enough to overcome a fledgling child.

Even if Song Ye was standing in the crowd, he could recognize Fu Tonger's handwriting at first glance, shaking his head secretly in his heart, not to blame Mencius Heng who looked down on her. According to his temperament, what he disliked most was a person without independent thinking personality. The handwriting has been imitated. Fu Tonger is so beautiful. I am afraid that in Mencius's eyes, he is just a puppet.

And in this world, in addition to hard work, there is also a talent.

As time passed by bit by bit, the surrounding exclamation sound became more and more obvious, and it was obvious that Fu Tonger wanted to pay attention to the difficulties without paying attention.

As a result, she glanced sideways at the children's desk case, and the strokes of the writing brush were sharp as a knife, which immediately made her panic. The next drop of ink in the pen had already failed.

"Don't be distracted by idioms." Mencius's faint voice came from behind him, like a wake-up call, which instantly woke people up.