Zhao Yin and others looked at Boss Wang with great confusion, but at this moment, the young boss suddenly laughed.
She stretched out her bare hand and gently touched the hair on her forehead, and said with a smile, "Generally speaking, people with literary talents will have some quirks. Maybe they keep changing the font size according to their mood. This
It must be Boss Wang’s quirks, I know a poet with more than thirty fonts, so Boss Wang’s current behavior is not too weird.”
When the little boss said this, there was some admiration in his eyes.
Boss Wang grinned but didn't say much.
At this moment, a loud shouting suddenly came from downstairs.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way, my God, Boss Wang is writing poetry again? Damn it, why didn't you inform me earlier? Damn it, damn it, if I had known I wouldn't have slept in."
An extremely urgent voice came up from downstairs. After hearing this person's voice, Boss Wang and others couldn't help but smile helplessly.
The one who can express such eagerness nowadays is probably the "literary lunatic" Wang Huan.
As expected, everyone soon saw an unkempt man running up from downstairs, still wearing pajamas and pajamas.
This man is naturally Wang Huan, but now Boss Wang and the others are a little afraid to recognize this Wang Huan, maybe because they were too anxious when they rushed over. This guy even left one of his shoes. Fortunately, this guy
This guy is a regular customer of Yunlan Tower. Otherwise, the waiters here probably wouldn't have let him in. This guy looks like a complete beggar now.
No, maybe even the beggar is much better than he is now.
"Hey, I knew I could blow this guy up." After seeing Wang Huan's current state, Zhao Yin suddenly let out a bad laugh.
Boss Wang frowned and turned around to glance at Zhao Yin. He could now clearly feel the malice coming from Zhao Yin.
"Boss Wang, Boss Wang, have you written a poem? Oh my God, why don't you wait for me for such an important thing? I also want to see your masterpiece as soon as possible." Wang Huan rushed over directly,
He looked like a hungry wild wolf. If Boss Wang hadn't escaped quickly enough, he would have been knocked to the ground by this guy.
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a "dong" sound. Wang Huan did not stop for a moment. His legs softened and he knelt down in front of Boss Wang. But now he seemed to be possessed. Where?
He didn't care about the pain in his knees, so he shouted eagerly, "Where's the poem? Where's the poem?"
Naturally, this poem was hidden by the little boss early in the morning. The little boss is now very wary of Wang Huan, for fear that this poem will be snatched away by Wang Huan, and this guy is now like a man possessed.
Yes, it would really be a sin if I broke Boss Wang's calligraphy.
Boss Wang rolled his eyes at this guy speechlessly and said angrily, "We are all the same generation. Even if you kneel down, I can't give you lucky money. Get up quickly. Here, the poem you want is here now."
At that little boss’s place…”
As a result, before Boss Wang could finish his words, Wang Huan immediately turned around eagerly and came to the little boss. He laughed dryly. After all, she was a beautiful woman, and Wang Huan still knew some etiquette.
"Um...Hello, Boss An, can you show me the poems and essays written by Boss Wang? Don't worry, I promise I won't damage him." When Wang Huan said this, there was a look in his eyes.
They all looked like wolves and tigers. To be honest, unless the little boss was a fool at this time, how could he believe his nonsense?
Boss An believed that someone who was so obsessed with poetry would never damage Boss Wang's poetry, but she was worried that the bastard in front of her would take the poetry as his own. Therefore, Boss An's face now
There was only a cold smile on her face. Do you want her to come up with poems? This is impossible.
"Boss Wang, just tell me, what is the poem you wrote this time?" In desperation, Wang Huan could only turn around and ask Boss Wang.
Previously, Zhao Yin only told him that Boss Wang was going to write a poem, but no matter how Wang Huan asked, this "foolish friend" refused to tell him what Boss Wang was writing.
Even now, Zhao Yin and others are laughing and refusing to tell him, they just think it is interesting to make this guy anxious.
"Boss Wang, if you tell me what you wrote, I will be your bodyguard for another three years, okay?"
Everyone:…
After hearing what Wang Huan said now, everyone present was completely speechless.
They all rolled their eyes at Wang Huan. At this moment, they finally understood the origin of Wang Huan's so-called "literary madman".
This guy is so crazy.
Boss Wang thought for a while and felt that it would be good to change the guard for one poem, so he immediately picked up the brush again and prepared to write the poem on the paper.
But as soon as he raised his pen, he suddenly froze. Then he looked at the wall next to him and suddenly started laughing.
In China, where he lived in his last life, the ancient literati liked to write some poems on the walls of restaurants after drinking a little wine, and many arty people painted beside these poems.
Boss Wang used to think that this kind of behavior was quite sexy, but in his last life, if he dared to do this kind of thing casually in other people's shops, he would probably be beaten up.
But now...
Boss Wang is finally able to realize a little YY of his own.
He immediately walked to the wall of this elegant room and wrote three words in a flash: Qing Ping Tiao.
Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance...
Immediately afterwards, this poem that has been praised throughout the ages was written down by Boss Wang.
As for Wang Huan, who was still crazy at first, he immediately calmed down. He looked at the poem silently, sometimes showing an expression of joy and admiration, and sometimes showing a sad and worried mood. For a while, Wang Huan's face was full of emotions.
Thousands of emotions pile up together.
Seeing Wang Huan's appearance now, Zhao Yin couldn't help but complained again, "Hey, why do I think Wang Huan who doesn't speak looks more like a psycho than when he speaks?"
Wang Mingyuan and others nodded in agreement with this.
After seeing the poem written by Boss Wang on the wall, the young boss lady was equally excited.
At this moment, her bright eyes were full of excited little stars.
"I've made money, I've made money, I've made a lot of money." She murmured excitedly in her heart.