Looking at Xiao Chen's honest smile, Song Chengzhao only felt extremely depressed in his heart, and cold sweat unconsciously broke out on his palms and forehead.

originally wanted to show his hand in front of the woman he liked, but what he didn't expect was that the poor boy in front of him knew far more than him.

Song Chengzhao only felt as if he was getting an axe at the class gate now, and he felt humiliated more like a clown.

For a while, Song Chengzhao's face turned red, and the roots of his ears were a little hot.

He really wanted to refute, but he felt speechless.

Yes, just speechless.

Song Chengzhao only felt depressed in his heart, because the humiliation he suffered today was far more profound than the sum of his previous twenty years.

At this time, Wen Yurou, who listened to the conversation between the two, was a little stunned at the moment.

Wen Yurou stared at Xiao Chen with a pair of beautiful big eyes, and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Brother Xiao, today I found out that you know so many and so talented!

I know a little bit about Napoleon, but I can't remember it completely. But Brother Xiao, which poet wrote the poem you just read? Why don't I have any impressions? ”

It is normal for Wen Yurou to be surprised, after all, in the past year or so, Xiao Chen gave her the impression of being a bad, bad, kind and humorous man, and Xiao Chen has never shown how knowledgeable he is. Kneel and beg for a hundred black! Cliff! Your Excellency

Looking at Wen Yurou's surprised cute appearance, Xiao Chen smiled evilly, pursed his lips, and pretended to be mysterious: "Rourou, maybe as you said, maybe I'm really a master who lives in seclusion in the city!"

"Cut! I don't believe it! ”

Wen Yurou rolled her eyes at Xiao Chen, and then asked, "Brother Xiao, you haven't told me who wrote the poem you just read, say it quickly!"

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Actually, there are many famous poets in our Huaxia that we don't know.

Because their works are few, and they are not highly circulated among the people, they gradually fade out of people's vision.

However, although their works are not well circulated, this does not mean that the poems they write are bad.

And the poem I read just now is a sentence in "Fluttering Butterflies" written by Zhao Shixia, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty.

The meaning of this sentence is that life is short, everything is just an empty thing in the end, fame and fortune are insignificant, and it is better to live a life innocently. ”

After speaking, Xiao Chen smiled at Song Chengzhao and said, "'Brother Cover', this poem is exactly what I want to give you, do you think it's appropriate?"

Song Chengzhao just reluctantly returned a smile, thinking in his heart, it's suitable for your sister! I won't cooperate with you to pretend this B!

He really didn't want to talk to this guy anymore at the moment, he just wanted to leave early, he was afraid that the more he said, the more wrong he would be.

"Life is short, everything is just an empty ...... in the end" Wen Yurou read it silently, and whispered: "That's a good thing......"

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to what Wen Yurou was thinking, and he didn't care what Song Chengzhao was thinking, what he was thinking about now was to eat more to fill his stomach.

But at this time, Wu Xuemei had already come out with Tang and Wen Zhengrong, Wu Xuemei had a smile on her face, but Wen Zhengrong's face was not so good.

"Xiao Song, have you eaten enough? This is the carp soup that my aunt has just stewed, come and try it, it's very fresh! ”

Wu Xuemei smiled and took a soup bowl to help Song Chengzhao fill a bowl of soup, and was about to hand it over, but Song Chengzhao suddenly stood up and said apologetically: "Thank you uncle and aunt for your hospitality today, I have something to do, so I'll leave first!" I'll visit my uncle and aunt again! ”

Saying that, Song Chengzhao glanced at Wen Yurou gently and said, "Yurou, I'll come to see you again next time."

"What, Xiao Song, is it that the dishes made by Auntie are not to your liking?" Wu Xuemei asked with some confusion.

"No, Auntie. Your cooking is really delicious, but now I am in a bit of a hurry to rush back, so I won't drink the soup. Goodbye uncle and aunt! ”

After Song Chengzhao finished speaking, he got up and left in a hurry, as if he didn't want to stay here for a while.

When Song Chengzhao left, Wu Xuemei put the soup bowl on the table with a "bang", pointed at Wen Yurou, and said angrily: "Rourou, are you in conflict with Xiao Song?!"

"Mom, how can I have a conflict with him! Maybe people are really in a hurry! Wen Yurou pursed her lips and said.

"Hey! No, Xiao Song was fine just now, why did he rush to leave at this moment? ”

Wu Xuemei glanced at Wen Yurou and then at Xiao Chen, and suddenly didn't understand in her heart.

"Xuemei, what are you doing? Maybe someone's child is really in trouble! Wen Zhengrong said while drinking the soup.

Wu Xuemei was a little unhappy at Wen Yurou and said, "Rourou, remember to let Xiao Song come to our house again next time, and then Mom will cook another good dish!"

"Got it, Mom." Wen Yurou responded a little weakly, she really didn't understand, why did her mother have to have a relationship with Song Chengzhao by herself?

But I really don't feel for him!

While Wu Xuemei was talking, Xiao Chen had already finished drinking a bowl of soup.

"Brother Wen, Sister Mei, I'm full, thank you for your hospitality! I'll leave first if I have something to do! ”

Xiao Chen patted his stomach with a smile, turned around and prepared to leave, it has been almost a long time since he came out, I don't know if Lin Ximeng's woman is still working overtime?

Lin Ximeng stayed in Shangxuan International Building, Xiao Chen was not worried about the safety of women, after all, Shangxuan International's security measures were still very good, and Xiao Chen was worried about whether the crazy woman had not eaten yet.

However, with Lin Ximeng's workaholic character, Xiao Chen felt that the woman who was not far from ten must not have eaten yet.

Therefore, Xiao Chen felt that it was better to hurry back, after all, he had promised to be someone's bodyguard, so he had to do his duty.

"Xiao Chen, do you want to eat something before leaving?" Wu Xuemei said with a smile.

Xiao Chen burped and said with a smile: "Sister Mei, do you think I can still eat like this?"

"Giggle...... Okay, then remember to be a guest often! Wu Xuemei said with a giggle.

"Oh! Come by all means! ”

"Brother Xiao! I'll send you! Wen Yurou stood up at this time and said earnestly.

"yes, okay." Xiao Chen smiled and nodded.

Wen Yurou smiled shyly, and then hurriedly trotted out with Xiao Chen.

When Xiao Chen and Wen Yurou both went out, Wu Xuemei said, "Zhengrong, what the hell is going on?" This girl ......"

"What's going on, who does the girl like, can't you see it?" Wen Zhengrong sighed and shook his head.

"Anyway, I still think Xiao Song's kid is good! has a car, a house and money, the girl will definitely not suffer if she follows him! ”

"Yes, you can build it hard!"

"Huh! For the happiness of our girl, we are happy! Wu Xuemei glanced at Wen Zhengrong and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Wen Zhengrong shook his head, and then hummed Peking Opera and ran to the living room to watch TV.