My personal school belle president

Chapter 311 Like a beast! (4 more)
The man was in his 20s, wearing a black suit with a white shirt inside, black leather shoes on his feet, and a diamond watch on his hand.

This outfit is matched with the man's upright face, gentle smile, and straight and straight figure. He is definitely a handsome guy who will make any woman's eyes shine.

"Yutong, I thought I was mistaken, but I didn't expect it was really you."

The man said excitedly.

"you are?"

Meng Yutong frowned, and after thinking for a long time before realizing it, her beautiful eyes lit up: "Are you Fu Yanjie?"

"puff--"

Tong Lele next to her sprayed, covered her lips, and moved her shoulders, enduring it extremely hard.Lan Yuexiang also pursed her small mouth, her little face turned a little red, but fortunately she didn't laugh out loud.

On the other side, Qin Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Damn, what is your name Fu Yanjie for a big man.

Perhaps realizing that calling out this name was a bit too hurtful, Meng Yutong stuck out her tongue and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Xiaojie, I forgot for a while, your name is a bit..."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Although Fu Yanjie's complexion was not good-looking, he forced a smile.

"By the way, Xiaojie, let me introduce you..." Meng Yutong took Qin Yang's arm beside him, and said with a smile, "This is my husband, Qin Yang."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and introduced to Qin Yang: "Qin Yang, he is my former high school classmate, he can be regarded as my deskmate, he used to be very fat, but now he is so handsome, I almost can't recognize him gone."

"What? Are you married?"

Fu Yanjie's eyes widened with disbelief.

"Not yet, but soon."

Meng Yutong laughed.

Fu Yanjie's face softened a little, but it was still full of clouds. He squeezed out a smile and stretched out his hand to Qin Yang and said, "Hi, nice to meet you..."

"Actually, you're not happy."

Qin Yang smiled faintly, put his arms around his girlfriend's slender waist, and turned to leave.

He still couldn't see that the person in front of him had a heart of admiration for Meng Yutong, but he was just too lazy to talk to him.

The expression on Fu Yanjie's face froze.

The few tendons connected to the sun socket on the face were all twitching there.

It wasn't until Qin Yang and the others walked away that he took a deep breath and walked into a simple tea house next to him.

In the remote box of the tea house, an obese man was doing exercises on top of a good-looking young girl. When he saw Fu Yanjie coming in, he ignored him.

After about a minute, the obese man let out a long breath and got up from the girl.

The man put on a piece of clothing casually, smiled and said to Yanjie: "Mr. Yanjie, I have to say, it's really cool to do this kind of thing with you Chinese women."

The man's Chinese is very blunt, coupled with some facial features, it is easy to see that he is a Japanese.

Seeing Fu Yanjie's ugly face, the man wondered, "What's wrong, Mr. Yanjie? Did you encounter any unpleasant things?"

"fine."

Fu Yanjie forced out an ugly smile, glanced at the girl on the ground who was putting on clothes, with a trace of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "Mr. Tuyuan, if you are still interested, I will find you another one." .”

"No need, three days later is the Chinese Japanese Treasure Appreciation Competition, I have to get in shape in advance."

Dohara Ota waved his hand.

As he said that, he took out a pill from a box on the table, and said with a smile: "I have to say that this pill is so good, it not only improves the strength of our subordinates, but also removes the toxins in my body." .”

"The boss of Baoxuan Pavilion saw that I was from the Japanese country, so he wouldn't sell it to me, but it's still in my hands, haha..."

"Hmph, Huaxia people just need some means to submit obediently, and they are only worthy of being low-level people in their bones!"

Fu Yanjie sneered.

"Mr. Yanjie, I remember that you are also from China."

Dohara Ota said with a half-smile.

Hearing this, Fu Yanjie's face turned red immediately, he got up and said coldly: "That was before! Now I have joined the Yamato nation, serving His Majesty the Emperor, and I am a pure Japanese!"

"Okay, don't get excited, Mr. Yanjie. I'm just talking casually. What you have in your bones now is the noble blood of our Yamato clan."

Dohara Ota said with a smile, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Fu Yanjie snorted coldly, and sat down sullenly.

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In the antique market, Qin Yang and the others were still wandering around.

"Honey, are you angry?"

Meng Yutong looked at Qin Yang's indifferent expression, and said cautiously.

Qin Yang smiled, stroked the girl's hair, and said softly: "No, I was just thinking about another thing."

"Oh."

The girl responded, and after a while, she raised her head and stared at him with shining eyes:
"Qin Yang, that Fu Yanjie just now is just a classmate. I don't have any feelings for him. When I was at school, I used to talk a lot because I was at the same table, but I really treat him..."

"Girl, you are too sensitive."

Sensing the anxiety in the girl's heart, Qin Yang stopped.

Ignoring the pedestrians around, I kissed the girl's pink lips, and said with a smile: "I know that your heart is all about me, and you can't tolerate anyone else, so I won't be afraid, and I won't doubt you. .”

"Really?"

The girl was still uneasy in her heart, secretly regretting why she had talked to that person just now.

"True than gold."

Qin Yang scratched her nose with a smile, scanned the surrounding pavements, and said, "I'd better find some antiques for Yuexiang, and it will probably be until the afternoon after spending so much time."

After finishing speaking, Qin Yang asked in his heart: "Xiaomeng, cheat me quickly and find out if there are any high-value antiques in the nearby stalls."

"Uh...this..."

"Check it out!"

"Okay." Xiaomeng seemed a little reluctant, and said after a while: "On the stall on your right, there is a pair of calligraphy and painting, the second one from the left, its value is relatively high compared to here .”

Calligraphy and painting?

Qin Yang walked towards the stall on the right.

"Qin Yang, do you want to hunt for antiques?"

Seeing that Qin Yang went to a small stall instead of a regular antique store, Meng Yutong was puzzled.

After all, finding antiques does not depend on luck alone. Luck accounts for three points, and eyesight accounts for seven points.If you don't know the ability to distinguish and the market, you can only be deceived.

The owner of the stall is a middle-aged man with a thin face. Looking at the clothes of Qin Yang and others, he can tell that he is a layman among laymen.

So he turned his eyes, and attentively introduced some old-looking paintings and calligraphy, what is the work of a certain master in the Song Dynasty, what is the Kangxi period...

What I said was a mystery.

Tong Lele looked at it for a long time, but she didn't see how good the painting was or what artistic conception it had.Take a look at Lan Yuexiang, she also has big watery eyes, obviously she still doesn't know much about calligraphy and painting appreciation.

"Little girl, this painting is not bad. This painting is from the Yuan Dynasty..."

The stall owner was eloquently explaining a landscape painting to Lan Yuexiang, coaxing the little girl into a daze. If she didn't have the money, she might have bought it right away.

And Qin Yang glanced at the booth, and immediately fixed on the second slightly damaged calligraphy and painting in his left hand.

That's it!

Qin Yang picked it up casually, weighed it twice in his hand, and opened it. There were only a dozen words on it, which seemed to be smooth and flowing, but the corners were a little damaged.

He asked in a lazy tone, "Boss, how do you sell this painting?"

The stall owner glanced at it, saw that it was just a very dilapidated painting, he didn't care, and said casually, "Eight thousand!"

"Your uncle! This broken painting sells for [-] yuan, can my aunt blow up your chrysanthemums!!"

Tong Lele was angry.

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