Rebirth of the only favorite business queen

Chapter 39

"Anyway, I don't care, don't forget what I said, your first kiss is mine, and your virgin body is also mine, hehehe..." Feng Youran finished speaking charmingly, looked around, and blatantly looked at him. Steal a touch of incense on her lips, then ran away with a smile.

Ye Juehan also looked around nervously. Fortunately, no one was there, but the taste on his lips was still there, and his heart was extremely sweet.Ye Jueao returned to the living room from the window, forked a piece of orange with a fork, and looked at Mr. Ye again.

"Little bastard, if you want to see it, just look at it openly. What do you want to do? Be sneaky." Old Man Ye roared angrily.

"Hahaha...I see that you seem to have a few more wrinkles, old man." Ye Jue said with a proud smile.

When Old Man Ye heard this, he couldn't help but touched his face with his hand, then his face darkened, he withdrew his hand and cursed: "You brat, you even play tricks on your grandfather, don't you? I think you are itchy."

"I'm kidding you!" Ye Jueao said with a cheeky smile as he sat beside Old Master Ye.

"Humph!" the old man snorted.

"By the way, you have an exam today, right? How is it?" Old Man Ye asked.

"Me? Of course it's fine."

"Don't brag, I'm waiting for your grades, if it's not good, I'll let your father take care of you when he comes home!" Old Master Ye spat.

When Ye Juehan entered the door, he saw that they were joking, but the old man didn't notice him coming back.

"grandfather!"

"Well, I'm back, where's that stinky girl from the Feng family?" Elder Ye asked, something flickered in his gray eyes.

"She's back."

"Oh, come, come and eat some fruit."

Feng Xiruo returned to the Feng family's ancestral house with a normal face. Seeing that her grandfather was not there, she breathed a sigh of relief, and returned to the room tiredly, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Her life seemed to have been disrupted. What? It was not in her plan, she had no goal, and she was constantly surpassed by others, as if she was the only one who was retreating, even if she was chasing desperately.

bell bell bell...

Feng Xiruo turned her head and glanced, not wanting to answer, but the phone kept ringing, and finally she walked over helplessly.

"Hi, hello!" Feng Xiruo said politely.

"Hi, is that Xiruo? I'm Teacher Ma. Today I received a notice from the Ministry of Culture. I definitely have a good chance for you. Do you want to come and try?" Teacher Ma said cracklingly.

Feng Xiruo was a little excited and curious, so she quickly asked, "Mr. Ma, what kind of opportunity are you talking about?"

"Oh, my brain, I didn't mention this important point..." Teacher Ma quickly explained the cause and effect of the matter again.

"Teacher, I want to participate, I must attend this competition!" Feng Xiruo's eyes lit up instantly.

"Well, I'll sign up for you now. I'll think about the songs to prepare. Let's study it when we meet." Teacher Ma said.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Xiruo's heart was still pounding, she couldn't believe that there was such a good opportunity, if she could succeed this time, it would not be easy for Feng Youran to catch up with her.

Feng Youran called Mr. Feng, and 10 minutes later, a car drove up to the gate.

She wore a white shirt, paired with a pair of loose jeans, and small round-toed leather shoes. Her long hair was loosely turned into a braid and draped over her shoulders casually. She was casual and trendy. Many people's eyes came.

The driver's respectful Feng Youran opened the car door, and she was quite surprised. I didn't expect that the second lady seemed to be a different person after not seeing her for a few months. I thought the eldest lady had a temperament, but now it seems that the second lady is more brilliant. The nobility of a famous lady is unrivaled.

Feng Youran looked out of the window, she didn't know what was going on in her mind, and there was an unstoppable sharp blade in her light eyes.

Feng Xiruo, you would never have thought that I would make the first move, would you?Hehehe... Let's confront each other head-on this time, and she wants to see whose side Mr. Feng is on in the end.Feng Youran entered the ancestral house, glanced around, only heard the melodious sound of the zither, but no one was there.

"The old man is practicing calligraphy in the study upstairs!" The servant stood aside and said in a low voice, this second lady is really getting more and more imposing.

"Thank you!" After speaking, Feng leisurely went upstairs.

"Dangdangdang..."

"Come in!" said Mr. Feng, the door was not locked.

As soon as Feng Youran came in, he saw that Mr. Feng was drawing a plum blossom. The faint pink color on the white paper looked like a proud queen. Although he didn't look strong, he was imposing, and he was holding a pen in his hand as if he was thinking about it. what.

"What poem do you think is suitable for it?" Mr. Feng said silver light on his white hair, and there was indifference in his deep eyes.

"I think Wang Shipeng's red plums are very suitable... peaches and plums are not jealous, but young people are different. They are still as snowy and frosty, but they are not willing to be very red." Feng Youran said calmly, and after she finished speaking, she looked at Mr. Feng.

Instead, the old man put the writing brush in his hand on the pen stand, gave up the position he was standing on just now, and waved to her.

"You've been traveling for a few months, why don't you show your hands and let Grandpa see it?" Mr. Feng said, there was a sense of assessment in his words.

"Then I'll make a fool of myself!" Feng leisurely and gracefully walked to the drawing paper, casually picked up the brush that he had just put down, and began to write without thinking, all in one go, the unrestrained and rough wild grass swept across with a strong wind, Although the font has the traces of a master, it is more of a self-contained style of writing. It doesn't want to be written by a girl at all. The heart and heroism are so strong that men can't match it.

Mr. Feng went up and read it carefully. He had many questions in his mind. They all said that writing is like being a human being. You can tell how good a person is from their handwriting, but Feng Youran's handwriting is obviously not what a little girl should have. , How much experience and precipitation is needed, and how difficult is the gully in his heart... He can't see through it...

"Grandpa, are you satisfied?"

"Hehehe...That's right, it really is that the blue is better than the blue. Grandpa is looking forward to your performance more and more now." Mr. Feng smiled in a good mood.

"Grandpa, I want to discuss something with you today." Feng Youran said straight to the point. She likes literature, but she doesn't like the detours of literati. She prefers to express her wishes directly.

"Is it related to Xiruo?" The old man sat on the chair and rubbed the jade finger on his hand, casually said.

"Grandpa really has a clever plan, nothing can escape his eyes."

"Don't flatter me. If you don't come here today, I want to find you too."

"Oh?" Feng Youran raised her eyebrows, waiting for his next words.

(End of this chapter)