Need for Agent

Chapter 861 Come Worship Me

Chapter 861 Come Worship Me

"Oh?" Yu Haocheng's face was clearly written with three big characters of "I don't believe it", "You should give it up. It is impossible for me to sharpen my gun before the battle and compare my decades of poetry experience. I advise you It's best not to humiliate yourself."

"It's really lewd." Luo Yu said in his heart, "To kiss every inch of other people's skin, I can't say such words to death."

"Just talk about it. I have studied modern poetry in Italy for six years. Don't think that I just write well and my appreciation is first-rate." Although his eyes were filled with distrust of Luo Yu, he didn't want to In front of Fu Xuan, she seemed small-minded, so she waved her hands and pretended to be generous.

What he didn't know was that he was famous in the circle for his narrow-mindedness and narcissism. If he didn't have a tough cousin, he would probably be taken to the emergency room by ambulance every time he went out.

"Well, let me brew it." Luo Yu chuckled, "I have to brew it when I have a bowel movement. Writing poetry is always more difficult than defecating."

Yu Haocheng frowned at this vulgar metaphor, but he didn't say anything.

He glanced at Fu Xuan slightly from the corner of his eyes, wanting to see how she would react when she heard what this uneducated person said.

According to what she knew about Fu Xuan, Fu Xuan really hated men who swear or behave in an uneducated way.

Boy, just wait for Xiaoxuan to hate you.Yu Haocheng looked confident.

But what surprised him was that Fu Xuan not only didn't show any dislike for Luo Yu, but walked over with a smile and took out a tissue to wipe Luo Yu's forehead.

When can I have this kind of treatment!At this time, Yu Haocheng wished he could become Luo Yu.

Not to mention wiping his sweat with a tissue, even if Fu Xuan was dripping v-wax on him with a whip, he would still enjoy it.

"Can you do it?" Fu Xuan asked Luo Yu in a low voice, taking the opportunity to wipe off Luo Yu's sweat, "Although this idiot is a bit annoying, the literary appreciation he learned abroad is still very solid, and ordinary poetry can't fool him .”

And Fu Xuan didn't expect Luo Yu to know poetry at all.

The poet's melancholy temperament is not reflected in Luo Yu at all.

This guy drank a lot of wine and ate meat. He was a real bandit at all.

Saying that Luo Yu can write modern poetry is like saying that Li Kui, the hero of the Water Margin, embroiders with an embroidery needle, which makes people feel that the end of the earth has arrived.

"You have to believe me, men can only do it, and they can't do it without them." Luo Yu blinked, and her tone was indescribably wretched.

Suddenly remembering what Luo Yu meant, Fu Xuan covered her small mouth and hid away, blushing.

Seeing the flirtatious appearance of the two, Yu Haocheng's eyes were burning, but he still pretended to be calm, which made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Luo Yu counted his steps, thinking that Ersha could make a poem in seven steps. Although what he wrote was nonsense, it still expressed something enough to seduce a sow, and he was barely better than him. Put some on, and it will be wet in one step.

Yu Haocheng was looking at what Luo Yu could say with cold eyes, and when he saw Luo Yu took a step, he shouted "Okay!", and his heart suddenly jumped, wondering if this person is more talented than himself?

But he also made up his mind that no matter what Luo Yu said, he couldn't say it well. With his several years of study abroad, he could get some professional vocabulary to suppress him, and he probably wouldn't be able to refute.

Fu Xuan didn't expect Luo Yu to have it so soon, her eyes were full of surprise.

Seeing the joy in Fu Xuan's eyes, Yu Haocheng's resentment towards Luo Yu intensified a bit.

"Tell me what you can say, you'd better think about it, or don't let others see the joke." Yu Haocheng spared no effort to hit Luo Yu.

"Yu Haocheng, if you don't say a word, no one will think you are dumb!" Fu Xuan angrily told him to shut up.

"Well, for the sake of fairness, you can repeat your poem just now." Luo Yu said with a smile.

Seeing that Luo Yu was full of confidence and had an unfathomable look in his eyes, Yu Haocheng felt hopeless for no reason.

After thinking for a while, I recalled the modern poem I just made: "Ah~" is another aria that makes goosebumps all over my body.

"You are my sun, you are my moon, you are the stars in my eyes. I want to hold you in my arms and kiss every inch of your body every night, from forehead to toe. In front of you, I'm an apple with broken wings, never knowing how to fly against the wind."

After finishing the reading, Yu Haocheng looked unsatisfied, Luo Yu clapped his hands: "It's so wet, so wet."

But I said in my heart that this kind of shit doesn't make sense. I can have more than a dozen hands when I urinate.

"Where's yours?" Yu Haocheng's face was full of color.

"Sometimes, I deliberately let the flowers you like bloom in the wrong season. The sound of your rowing under the moonlight, rippling and rippling, is out of proportion. In the afternoon, I will take a nap under a leisurely falling flower, and you pretend to be A strange passer-by stole the good times that Peach Blossom had accumulated for a lifetime."

Quiet.

Fu Xuan covered her mouth with her small hand. She was not shy this time, but genuinely happy. The trembling from the bottom of her heart made the corners of her eyes glisten with tears.

"You pretended to be a strange passer-by, and stole the good time that peach blossoms have accumulated for a lifetime—" she muttered to herself, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Yu Haocheng was dumbfounded.

This, this is simply a masterpiece that only a master can make, the perfect combination of words and soul, this seemingly uneducated person actually managed it!

This is absolutely impossible!

Yu Haocheng felt that it was difficult for him to breathe.

"Tsk tsk, it's been a long time since I've been kinky and wet, and I'm a little tired after doing it so hard." Luo Yu pouted, still looking very dissatisfied, "Usually this kind of thing should be thrown into the trash can, let you I laughed cheaply, haha, I laughed cheaply."

He actually said that such a top-notch poem was usually thrown into the trash can!

Yu Haocheng only felt a thunderbolt hit his forehead on a sunny day.

Compared with his poems, his own poems are clearly superior. Yu Haocheng is a major in this field, and he still has the minimum appreciation ability. He was defeated in the talent of poetry that he is most proud of. Yu Haocheng Suddenly, the world felt dark.

Luo Yu had a smile on his face, but he was cheering in his heart. My dear cousin, I will love you very much when I go back. This time, I will allow you to be on top and I will be below.

"Did you really do Luo Yu?" Fu Xuan looked at Luo Yu, the infatuation in her eyes was undisguised.

"No." Luo Yu said honestly.

This poem was written by Liang Yan, and a song was written based on the artistic conception of this poem. Because it is a new album in preparation, it has not yet been released.

"You don't have to be humble in front of me." Fu Xuan's small mouth was so red that it was about to drip in front of Luo Yu's face, exhaling like blue, her tall chest rubbed against Luo Yu's arm intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes Full of fiery adoration.