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Chapter 70 A Pen

These words were not only heard by Liu Yaping, but also several men outside. Wen Xiange's room was next to the dining table in the main room, and the door was not closed, and her voice was not deliberately lowered, it was a normal speech sound, so that everyone can hear as long as they are quiet when they are not talking.

Not only did Liu Yaping have nothing to say, but the men were silent for a while.

"It's getting late, Sister Liu, you go back quickly, you have to go to work tomorrow morning." After finishing speaking, Wen Xiange got up and said when the other party didn't reply.

"Ah, okay, then I'll go back." Liu Yaping came back to his senses when he heard this, nodded, got up and walked out.

Meng Jianshe and Cheng Feng outside looked at Wen Xiange with complex expressions, especially Cheng Feng, who almost didn't dare to look into each other's eyes, he always felt that the other party could see through him.

And Zhen Guangrong also had a thoughtful expression. As for Xiao Chenggong, Wen Xiange didn't understand it, and the other party looked at her with a deep expression, not knowing what it meant.

When the three of Meng Jianshe had already walked out of the door, Wen Xiange looked back at the two men beside him and asked in surprise, "Why don't you go together."

"Ah, I'll leave later, I have something for you." Zhen Guangrong smiled when he heard the words, and then took a pen from his pocket and handed it to Wen Xiange.

"Here, although I have used this pen, I have protected it very well. I don't need it much here now, so I will give it to you. Don't dislike it."

Wen Xiange looked at the black and gold pens that were [-]% to [-]% new in foreign languages ​​and shook his head: "This pen is too expensive, I can't accept it, I have a pen myself, and the school will issue pens, there is no shortage of pens, you keep it Go ahead, it will come in handy."

This pen is not a simple pair of insoles, even if it is old, it is not cheap, and she does have a pen, she does not need a pen, and to be honest, she is not used to using a pen, she prefers a water-based pen, but not now Water-based pens and ballpoint pens are fine too.

"Ah, do you dislike me for using the old one?" Zhen Guangrong said aggrievedly.

Wen Xiange waved his hand: "Don't think I don't understand, I know how precious this money is, and seeing that you protect it so well, I must like it very much, besides, a gentleman doesn't win people's love, how can I accept it."

"And I don't like to use a fountain pen. It's troublesome to fill in ink when I can't write many words, and the ink is not cheap to buy." Wen Xiange said again.

"..." Zhen Guangrong was completely speechless when he heard the words, how can I give it away when you say that.

"Okay, don't worry about it, let's have a meal together, and I used our public ingredients to entertain people today, and I didn't show any courtesy to you. Why are you being so polite to me?" Wen Xiange waved his hand and said.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Guangrong had no choice but to put the pen back into his pocket again.

And Xiao Chenggong, who wanted to take something out of his pocket, didn't take it out in the end.

"It's getting late, you guys should hurry back too." Wen Xiange looked at the dark night outside and hurriedly said.

After the two men left, Wen Xiange went to the kitchen to wash the pots and dishes, and then poured some hot water in the cauldron to Grandma Chen, and then she washed in the kitchen alone.

Back in the room, she continued to finish the unfinished sewing in the afternoon, and then did another set of yoga before going to bed.

Originally, she wanted to write a letter to her family about the alarm clock, but it was getting late, so she planned to write tomorrow, which would not be too late, anyway, it would be a day or two away.

(End of this chapter)