"Miss Fang, please give it to me." Mr. Xie glared at him not to be outdone.
Several others also made requests. Everyone wanted to get something like this. This was enough to make them spend their efforts and even be willing to spend all their wealth on the world's most precious treasure. It is estimated that such a perfect work will not appear again in a hundred years.
But for a beautiful woman, rashly offering to buy it with money would offend her ears. Everyone racked their brains to get this thing.
"No." Fang Ming jumped out and grabbed the calligraphy treasure from Mr. Li's hand, and put it away with great care and treasure.
Mr. Li rushed over, grabbed his arm and begged, "Brother Fang, why don't we discuss this and give it to me. Whatever treasure you want, I will promise it to you."
"I am also willing to exchange the treasures collected at home with you."
"Me too" "Me too"
Seeing them looking like they were about to fight, Aorong couldn't help but laugh and cry, so he couldn't stop arguing.
The poem was borrowed from Mao Zedong, not her ability.
However, she has been practicing the beautiful calligraphy since she was a child. There is a piece of plum blossom regular script in her home. She has loved this font since she was a child, so she has been learning to write for more than ten years, and she has achieved some success.
Everyone was shocked!
Fang Ming was not moved at all and refused, "That's not possible. My sister's words cannot be spread out."
He wants it very much, so how can he give it to others? The Fang family is not short of money or treasures, so there is no need to envy other people's families.
But such an amazing and beautiful sister belongs to the Fang family, which is enough to make him chuckle.
"But..." Those people still wanted to persuade
"No need to discuss." Fang Ming refused very firmly and put the words in his arms.
Seeing how determined he was, I had no choice but to sit down in frustration, but kept staring at his chest, wanting to take off his clothes.
Only then did Xie Ruyun come back to his senses, his eyes rolled around, he walked to her side, grabbed her sleeves softly and coquettishly, "Sister Qian, can you write a few words for me? No need to be more, four or five words will do.
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"I want it too" "I want it too" all of a sudden these people responded one after another
Aorong twisted his wrist, quietly pulled back his sleeves, and said flatly, "I'm tired, I don't want to write."
She is not a performer. She will give to anyone who asks for it. She is not willing to write for these people!