Peerless War God in City

"Ha ha!"

Haotian sneered at him.

He looked at the poplar tree and said, "what's impossible?"

"Haven't you learned that heroes don't ask where they come from? You look like you've got a lot of wealth, nobility and elegance, a lot of wealth, and a lot of people's status and fame that can't be reached!"

"But do you really own all these things that you have? Did you win them for yourself?"

"You don't have anything to be proud of, but you're aloof, and comment on others wantonly. You're a thousand times better than you are in terms of rubbish, rubbish and lousy losers!"

"There is a saying, I like very much, ten years of Hexi, ten years of Hedong, do not deceive the youth poor!"

"You are just standing in your present position only by virtue of the shade of your ancestors. Maybe, those poor people you look down upon, such as stinky losers and rubbish, will be better than you one day, standing on top of you and overlooking you!"

Haotian carried both hands and stood resolutely.

Looking at the poplar, he said word by word.

He said it lightly, but his words, like a knife, stabbed into the heart of the poplar tree and tortured his soul.

"You

"You

He pointed to Haotian, shivering, trying to say something, but could not find a word to refute, so he had to stare at his eyes as big as a cow's.

And just those who still help him talk, at the moment, but like a quiet Miao, they shut up one after another, very quiet, very clever.

They are all white-collar workers, cultural people, not blind or deaf.

They can see that Haotian's poems are better than poplar's!

No!

There is no comparison between the two.

It's insulting to compare poplar poetry with Haotian!

...

behind the poplar.

Ye Qingxuan gently side of the head, a pair of beautiful eyes, exquisite, full of doubts, looking at Haotian, water Lingling, like the stars in the sky, and her mouth, with a trace of delicate smile.

Obviously.

Ye Qingxuan is also surprised by Haotian.

Ye Qingxuan is not proficient in literature. She graduated from business school, but she still has the basic ability of appreciation.

It's just made by Haotian. It's top grade!

What's more, the poem also contains the stories of the two of them, which makes Ye Qingxuan even more moved.

She suddenly found that there were too many secrets in this man.

Five years later, he was not only able to control the Jiangnan financial group, but also a big figure in the northern frontier. He had the means to connect the heaven with his body. Now, he can write such a good poem.

Is there anything else this man can't do?

"This poem is very short, but it is beautiful."

"Yes, just a few words, let the fantasy out, a tortuous love story!"

"I have to say, the level of this poem is very high!"

"It's really high. I suspect he's plagiarized!"

Some male employees also began to discuss.

The speaker doesn't mean to listen.

Poplars, as if by the top of the same, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

Then, he looked at Haotian with arrogance:

"I was scared to death, and I said, you are such a loser, how can you write such poems!"

"You must have copied it!"

"Come on, boy, where did you copy this poem?"