"Second Miss, isn't it due respect? Li Dazhu is a hidden dragon. Heaven and earth cannot restrain him, let alone humans."

"Since Li Dazhu has agreed to help, the second lady should put the overall situation first and treat Li Dazhu with courtesy and kindness. Since he repays you as a national scholar, you should treat him as a national scholar. Why not?"

Luo and Zhou, you and I say each other

Wang Yue'er lost her temper, waved her hands and said, "You guys go down, I'll be alone for a while."

The two quickly retreated.

It was better not to let them come. Wang Yue'er sat quietly for a while, her anger subsided a lot, picked up the high heels, and then returned to her room.

If you think about it carefully, although the two of them respected Li Dazhu, what they said was very reasonable.

Having a boy and inheriting everything from the Wang family is the most important thing.

As for controlling Li Dazhu, once he gets everything in the Wang family, will the little Li Dazhu be able to escape from his grasp?

What's more, will he still be useful at that time?

She smoothed her cheongsam and sat on the chair, her intellectual and elegant atmosphere spreading everywhere.

A touch of agarwood was lit.

Twisting her temple hair behind her ears, Wang Yueer casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf and opened one of the chapters.

Grind the ink, lay out the paper, pick up the pen, and then start copying.

As a lesson in meditation, she is used to copying books when she is impetuous and angry, so that she can clear her mind, better analyze the pros and cons, and make judgments.

Copy and copy.

Sun Yuelan's voice came to my ears.

Ziyun Villa, which is all wooden, has poor sound insulation.

What's more, in this dark night.

Extraordinarily loud.

suddenly.

Wang Yue'er recalled the scene of Li Dazhu suddenly standing up, and the sentence "Who pollutes, who controls, who pulls away, who pulls back."

Ren Shasha was already drunk and unconscious, so the howl must be from Sun Yuelan.

bother!

Wang Yue'er put on a piece of light music and then continued copying ancient prose attentively.

The writing is steady, the strokes are elegant, and the smooth and elegant small regular script appears on the paper.

Plum blossoms are beautiful when they are curved, but they have no posture when they are straight; they are beautiful when they are straight, but they have no scenery; they are beautiful when they are sparse, but they are shapeless when they are dense. If they are fast, they will be faster. If they are coming, they need to be fierce.

suddenly.

Wang Yue'er suddenly shuddered and realized that what she wrote on the paper was actually the content of Sun Yuelan's scream.

So annoying!

Sun Yuelan!

I couldn't calm down at all.

She must be given some warning, otherwise she will become annoying for who knows how long.

Picking up the phone, Wang Yueer called Sun Yuelan.

However.

Sun Yuelan quickly picked up the conversation, and before she even said a serious word, her true colors were revealed.

Listen to this noise that goes straight to the bottom of your heart.

Wang Yue'er was even stunned for a few seconds.

Then, with trembling hands, he hung up.

Slowly closed his eyes.

Angry and hateful.

This damn woman seems to be happier and makes more noise.

Are you using me as a tool to boost your mood?!

Wang Yue'er was furious.

He stood up suddenly, opened the door, and planned to hit Sun Yuelan's room door hard to make them restrain themselves.

But as soon as his front foot stepped out of the door, he suddenly shivered and shrank back.

He stood at the door stunned for a few seconds.

He quickly closed the door and hurried back to the desk.

I picked up the brush and started copying with trembling hands. After a while, I calmed down.

She couldn't believe that the two of them were so bold.

Even shouting in the room is not enough.

He actually ran into the corridor.

Despicable and shameless.

Obscene and disgusting.

"Bata!"

Wang Yue'er was so angry that she even broke the brush.

Look down.

Immediately, my pupils trembled with fright. On the rice paper, there was only one line in the "Records of the Sick Plum Pavilion". The rest, especially what was written by the person who hurried back just now - was shocking!

The three words "Li Dazhu" jumped out on the page, and behind them, there were a lot of other things to add to it. I hope I can replace Sun Yuelan and let me taste it too.

This kind of Meng Lang talk.

"snort!"

Wang Yue'er blushed with embarrassment and tore the rice paper into pieces.

Hate.

Damn it.

asshole.

Li Dazhu, you are bad.

I cursed hard in my heart, but I couldn't calm down anymore.

Looking at his fingers, which were as slender as onions, the shame on his face became even more obvious.

Only after watching Li Dazhu and Ren Shasha's performance from the floor-to-ceiling window last time, I discovered this method of self-comfort.

In the past, as a young lady from a well-known family, she had never thought about it, let alone tried it.

Li Dazhu, it’s all your fault!

Once you find someone who takes the blame, the moral burden is lifted.

Wang Yue'er chased after her slowly, and finally caught up with her best friend, and with that, they went to Yunshan together.

Somewhat exhausted.

Somewhat tired.

Some aftertaste.

Lying on the table, a drop of clear tears rolled down her cheeks, but Wang Yuer's heart was filled with endless satisfaction and joy.

But unfortunately, there is still a trace of disappointment.

There are only a few words in my mind, I hate you, Li Dazhu.

...

The next day.

A few people were drinking porridge and eating as if nothing happened.

Li Dazhu just admires them as big figures in the scene, with good mentality and good acting skills.

Put the bowl away, finish eating and leave.

The village's farming plan is still waiting for him.

Ren Shasha originally wanted to accompany Li Dazhu, but after receiving a phone call, her expression suddenly changed, so she left and hurriedly went to deal with things.

She didn't want Li Dazhu to worry, so she lied and drove away in Yong'an County.

Li Dazhu, however, was preoccupied with matters in the village. He withdrew money from the bank and drove back to the village in the van prepared by Ren Shasha.
To be continued...