Hearing that someone hacked her idol, Chen Xueling's expression changed drastically, like an eagle guarding her cubs, and shouted loudly: "Six 'Mao' is the greatest poet, I don't allow you to insult him!"

Seeing that the airbag was about to be prepared, Lu Yifan continued easily: "Pull it down, just that pretentious poet? Even the leek box can write a poem casually!"

After that, Lu Yifan shouted at the river below: "Hey, leek box! Hurry up and write a poem and kill the six 'hairs' in seconds! Let this little girl also know what it means to have a sky outside the sky!"

It's just called "leek box", and now he is still being "forced" to compose poems on the spot.

Big brother, do you think anyone can write poetry with their mouths open like you?

Don't you need inspiration to compose poetry?

Doesn't it take time to compose poetry?

What's more, the six 'Mao' is a poet of the same level as him, how can he casually write a poem and kill the six 'Mao' in seconds?

"Brother, it's better for you to come in person, I'm really uninspired in this situation!" Hezi replied helplessly.

"Look, even Hezi admits that it's not as good as the six 'Mao'! What else do you have to say?" Chen Xueling said angrily.

"That's the leek box today that is not inspired!, how about we make a bet?" Lu Yifan looked at Chen Xueling's innocent face and slender white legs, and 'licked' his tongue.

"What bet?" asked Chen Xueling.

"Just bet if I can just write a poem casually and kill six 'hairs' in seconds!" Lu Yifan said with a smile.

"Ha, okay, if you win, I won't jump off the building. Chen Xueling said disdainfully.

"Who cares if you can't jump off the building? If I win, you'll have to be a ...... for my grandson."

"Grandpa!! if you find a daughter-in-law for Yifan again, I will jump off the building !!" Tang Mengyao's face below was flushed, and he roared angrily.

When Lu Yifan heard this, he immediately changed his words and said: "If I win, you have to be my wife!"

I am my grandson, I am my wife, I am my grandson's daughter-in-law, to change the word.

Hezi below listened dumbfounded.

It was the first time he had seen such a literary old man, but it was also the first time he had seen such a shameless old man!

Speaking, where is the temperament of the writer?

Why are you an eighty-year-old man aiming at other people's pure and beautiful young 'women'?

Chen Xueling didn't even think about opening her mouth and said: "You can't write better than the sixth 'Mao' master! What about making this bet with you? If you have the ability, you can write a poem for me now!"

Lu Yifan 'touched' his chin, and said secretly in his heart: "Come on, there are not many granddaughters-in-law and 'women', and there is one more wife." ”

Pacing back and forth, Lu Yifan thought about which poem he wanted to compose, so he took a step forward and said, "Listen!"

After clearing his throat, Lu Yifan began to recite:

"I was not born, and I was old. ”

After a pause, Lu Yifan shrugged his eyebrows and shouted, "How is it, isn't it 'fine' and colorful?"

"What a fart! It's far worse than the poems of the six 'Maos'! Besides, are you the opposite? It's obvious that you are old first!" Under the emotional "agitation", Chen Xueling continued to defend her idol loudly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's still to come!

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, **** and Jun Hao. I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. I am far from the end of the world, and you are separated from my cape. I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born. Turn butterflies to find 'flowers' and perch on fragrant grass at night. ”

After saying this poem, Lu Yifan saw that the airbags of the lifeguards below had been arranged, so he no longer hesitated, paced up, 'forced' to Chen Xueling's side and asked: "How is it, it's much better than your five 'Mao' and seven 'Mao', right?"

At this moment, Chen Xueling did not speak, and her mind was full of the poem Lu Yifan said.

At the same time, **** and Jun are good......

The poem......

Why is it so tear-jerking.

The sad charm is like ice and snow in winter, cold to the bone!

"What a poem," Chen Xueling muttered to herself, ...... herself.

He Wen at the bottom also said with amazement on her face: "Grandpa, who is he?

Hezi shook his head and said, "I don't know who he is, I only know that there is really a peerless writer hidden in the city in this world!"

Although his appearance is uninhibited, every time he composes poems, he is shocking and 'gorgeous'!

I'm ashamed of myself!"

Lu Yifan rubbed his hands, pretending to be 'lustful', 'fascinated', and 'fascinated' and smiled: "Since you admit that I am better than the six 'Mao', then let me be my wife! Hey, my trip to Lijiang is not in vain, and the old cow has eaten a tender grass!"

As he spoke, Lu Yifan's hand was about to grab Chen Xueling's towering upper circumference, and Chen Xueling's face changed and said: "Uncle, I was joking just now, I ......"

At the moment she was stunned, Lu Yifan was already close and suddenly grabbed her hand.

He used his old right hand to wrap his arms around the other party's small waist.

Chen Xueling looked at this handsome old guy who was old but had a unique charm, blinked her eyes, and said with a little emotion: "Uncle, what you just said was all to save me, right?"

Lu Yifan glanced at the airbag underneath, and then said: "Little girl, your parents gave birth to you not to let you die for an irrelevant person!"

Okay, since you want to die today, then I will fulfill you!

Walk you!"

Lu Yifan finished speaking, turned Chen Xueling's body around, and kicked her (harmonious) 'buttocks'.

Listening to the exclamations of the crowd below, coupled with Chen Xueling's terrifying screams, she landed on the airbag.

Chen Xueling raised her head and glanced at Lu Yifan resentfully, and slammed her fist on the airbag.

After coming down from the tall building, Tang Mengyao also looked at Lu Yifan with resentment and said, "Grandpa, did you just want to accept a 'wife' for Yifan again?"

Lu Yifan smiled and said: "How come? I saw that the little girl was so beautiful, and it was a pity to die, so I thought about finding myself a wife and having a sunset love." ”

Have a fart sunset love!

I'm going to turn back into Lu Yifan early tomorrow morning!

At this time, Ha Wen and Ha Zi also rushed over.

Hezi looked at Lu Yifan with excitement and admiration and asked, "Brother, the poem you just wrote is really amazing! Dare to ask what is the name of the elder brother, are you interested in joining our National Poetry Association?"

"Lao Fu East Street is a dragon, Lu Nima is also! What kind of association you are talking about, I am not interested in it at all. Lu Yifan shook his head and said.

"Dude, actually...... If your grandson is as literary and connotative as you, it's not impossible for me to let my granddaughter marry him......" Hezi really admires Lu Nima so much that he actually uses a beauty trick!

"Dead old man, what do you say? Yifan is mine, no one is allowed to rob it?!" When it comes to Lu Yifan, Tang Mengyao doesn't care whether the other party is an idol he worships or not, and directly calls him "dead old man".