Ask how sad you can be, just like a group of eunuchs going up to the green building.

Ye Lanjun feels this way now.

Angry? He was about to explode, but in front of so many people, he was not easy to attack. Dozens of people, hundreds of ears just heard clearly, he himself said that he didn't care, and if he regretted it now, not only would he not be able to share the cake, but he would receive a basket of contempt in advance.

The hero's sword is not old, your mother's charm still exists, good poetry, good poetry!

These wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials, if you ask them what kind of wine is good, which nightclub girl is of high quality, they can talk to you endlessly until tomorrow morning, and they can't do poetry-but, Yan Murong's second half of the sentence can be said to be in line with their hearts.

It's simple, clear and neat, and more importantly, it's really rhyming, which makes people unconsciously think that this sentence is the original match.

This guy pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and he was tricked.

Looking at the smile on Yan Murong's face, Ye Lanjun felt extremely sarcastic. By now, Ye Lanjun also understands that this guy is playing himself. Just now, he has been shirking his lack of being good at it, and he has been emphasizing that he is used to filling in the second half of the sentence by himself, in order to let himself say things that are not worth considering.

"Hey, Mr. Ye, is that right?" Yan Murong looked at Ye Lanjun with a smile and asked, but this smile was very dazzling in Ye Lanjun's eyes. At this moment, he couldn't wait to plug his eyes - oh, no, it should have torn Yan Murong's smiling face.

"Hmph, Mr. Yan is talented." Ye Lanjun snorted coldly with a gloomy face and said. "I throw in the towel."

Admit defeat? How can you throw in the towel? You are an upright man, how can you say such a thing as admitting defeat?

We haven't heard enough yet, thought to themselves.

They knew that if they continued to do so, Yan Murong would probably come up with even more earth-shattering sentences.

It can be seen that the funeral is not too big, and they are talking like this.

"Oh, if you throw in the towel, then I've won?" Yan Murong exclaimed with a look of surprise, then turned his head to look at Yang Zhenxing, who was smiling, and asked. "Uncle Yang, I won, can I share the cake?"

"Haha, of course." Yang Zhenxing was full of smiles. "The two poems of Yan Xian's nephew just now really gave me a lot of insight - Huaxia has been talented since ancient times, if you put it in ancient times, you can be regarded as half an ink artist."

Just me? Also inker?

Yan Murong smiled dumbly, Yang Zhenxing praised him for such a reason, but he didn't expect it. It's just that what you say is not reliable at all. He is an ink cartridge business, not to mention an ink artist.

"Alright, we'll divide the cake later." After Yang Zhenxing motioned to the servant to push down the four-meter-tall giant cake, he looked at everyone and said. "Now that Ye Xian's nephew has admitted defeat, is there anyone else who will come to fight against Yan Xian's nephew?"

"No, no, admiration, admiration."

Everyone shook their heads. Damn, who dares to go on this. Let's not talk about how many pounds and taels they have, just with this kid's ability to scold people without swearing, it is enough to discourage them - we are not stupid, why do we have to go up and scold?

"It's so interesting, Yan Murong is always so surprising." Li Jianhua held the wine glass and said with a smile to Duan Zixuan, it can be seen from his slightly red cheeks that he was also smiling lightly just now.

"That's the kind of guy he is." Duan Zixuan also laughed. "He never does anything according to the normal routine, but he always catches people off guard - that's a good thing."

There are all kinds of discussions below, some are pondering the two lines of Yan Murong's poems, and some have never seen Yan Murong asking the people next to him about his identity.

At this time, Yang Zhenxing spoke. "Yang is a man who speaks, as I said just now, the winner is not only the first cake that can be shared, but also the first dance tonight with the little girl Sirong. Nephew Yanxian, please. ”

"Dancing? No way. Yan Murong hurriedly shook his head. Uncle Yang, you let me see that I am good at beating people, and I can barely get two sentences on poetry, but I really can't dance--what did you say? A gentleman doesn't win people's love, this first dance, or you, as a father, dance with her. ”

"You can't dance?" Yang Zhenxing asked in surprise.

"I'll tell you the truth, I really won't." Yan Murong shook his head with a smile.

"Okay then." Yang Zhenxing nodded and said. "In that case, then I'll accompany Si Rong to dance the first dance - this is for me, don't regret it."

As Yang Zhenxing's words fell, the lights dimmed slightly, and the music suddenly sounded, and many people began to look for their dance partners, entered the dance floor and began to dance. Yang Sirong also walked into the dance floor with a long skirt at the invitation of her father, dancing to the music, and a white dress flying and swaying, making her look like an elf dancing in the night sky at the moment.

"What? Got a crush on that girl? Dong Wuyan stabbed Yan Murong's arm and said. Since you fell in love with her, why did you refuse to dance with her for the first time just now? You know, no matter how many people want to dance with her, they don't have this opportunity. ”

"First of all, I don't really know how to dance." Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan and said with a serious face. "Secondly, I didn't have a crush on that girl, I wasn't interested in girls younger than me - finally, I watched the dance floor, not to see her, but to see Ye Lanjun."

"Ye Lanjun?" Dong Wuyan was stunned, turned his head to look at Ye Lanjun, who was dancing with a beautiful woman on the dance floor, and asked strangely. "What do you see him doing?"

"I want to see how thick his skin really is." Yan Murong said with a chuckle. "I ask you, what would you have done if you had been put in his place just now?"

"I'm going to rush over and smack you two big mouths after you've scolded me." Dong Wuyan said.

"You actually think like that?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan in surprise. "Did you want to smoke me a long time ago?"

"What nonsense." Dong Wuyan said angrily. "Didn't you just say that when you asked me? Besides, I'm just putting myself in my shoes, not my thoughts -- by the way, what the hell are you trying to say? ”

"Say he's thick-skinned." Yan Murong glanced at Ye Lanjun, who was smiling gently and whispering something to his dance partner, and said. "This guy's cheek has reached a certain thickness, I scolded him just now, he endured it, and directly admitted defeat, and now he is talking and laughing with that woman - this guy, it seems that it is difficult to entangle."

"No matter how difficult he is, can he be as difficult as you?"

"That's right." Yan Murong thought about it, felt that what Dong Wuyan said was very reasonable, smiled, and said. "Okay, let's not sit stupidly, let's go, dance."

"Don't you know how to dance?" Dong Wuyan asked strangely.

"I can't jump." Yan Murong said. "But haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Learn now and sell now. ”