“…… Which master is this? ”

When Jiang Mengjie faintly flickered with tears in the corners of her eyes, and asked this somewhat hurtful question with a touched face, Zhao Feihu was immediately embarrassed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What...... What masters? That's what I wrote! ”

finally pretended to be forced and succeeded, Zhao Feihu couldn't just give up so easily.

"Did you really write that?"

Hearing this, since Jiang Mengjie was not angry, on the contrary, the corners of her mouth set off an intoxicating arc.

"Of course!"

Zhao Feihu, who was laughed at by Jiang Mengjie and was about to lose his lost soul in an instant, immediately coaxed and said: "Of course I wrote it!" Have you seen this poem before? ”

"Oh, since you wrote it, then you can read it to me now, it should be fine, right?"

Suddenly, the smile on Jiang Mengjie's face was even stronger with two sweet pear vortexes.

"This ......"

Zhao Feihu suddenly had a hard time, because he had already considered that Jiang Mengjie would let him recite.

"Why, the poem is so touching and heartfelt, and I love it all the time, don't you want to recite it now?"

Seeing that Zhao Feihu stopped talking, the smile on Jiang Mengjie's face dissipated in an instant.

"Good, good...... I'm reciting, I'm reciting, right? ”

Jiang Mengjie said so, so if Zhao Feihu doesn't stand up and prove it, it will be a complete goof.

“

The farthest distance in the world

Not the distance between life and death

but

I stand right before you

But you don't know that I love you

The farthest distance in the world

It's not ......"

Isn't it something?

Nima!

I forgot the word.

As soon as he recited the second sentence of the second paragraph, Zhao Feihu couldn't go on.

"Isn't it? Hurry up! ”

Seeing this, Jiang Mengjie, who was listening attentively, immediately frowned and urged.

"No, it's not ......"

What not?

I don't know what it is!

At this time, Zhao Feihu was so tired in his heart, if he had known that this would be the case, he would have to memorize the poem at the beginning.

"You're nothing!"

Before Zhao Feihu was finished, Jiang Mengjie, who had already seen through everything, suddenly snorted coldly with a straight face: "Zhao Feihu, it's not shameful that I don't have that talent and strength. But you obviously don't have that talent, and you don't have that strength, but you insist on slapping your swollen face and becoming fat, and plagiarizing the fruits of other people's hard work into yours. It would be extremely shameful, pathetic, pitiful, hateful......"

Jiang Mengjie is worthy of being a deeply poisoned female Wenqing, and she speaks with her own Qiong Yao body.

"I ......"

Being counted down in front of a girl, especially a girl who still has a little meaning to her, no one can hang on face.

However, one of Zhao Feihu's powerful points is that even if he is scolded by someone, he can also take out the loopholes from other people's words, and then fight back.

Just like now, although Jiang Mengjie was dumbfounded just now!

But soon, I saw him reply righteously: "That's right, this poem really wasn't written by me!" But I didn't plagiarize either, I specially asked someone to write this poem for me! So, he's actually the same as I created......"

"Huh!"

Jiang Mengjie shook her head and said with a sneer: "Zhao Feihu, you robber logic, please forgive me for not agreeing!"

In Jiang Mengjie's view, other people's works are other people's works. Even if the other party does not sign it, even if the other party has to sell it or give it away at a high price, it will always be someone else's work, not the work of the giveee or any buyer.

Therefore, Jiang Mengjie feels that Zhao Feihu does not respect creation, literature and intellectual property rights.

This kind of person, she disdains to be with it from the bottom of her heart!

Rumors stop at the wise, and chats stop at hehe.

Jiang Mengjie said so, what else can Zhao Feihu say? Continue to carry forward the spirit of the dead beggar, don't you leave here?

Never mind!

Anyway, he is also a serious imperial officer, but he can't be so unforced, so let's leave quickly.

Zhao Feihu was deeply shocked and left, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud......

Jiang Mengjie didn't pay attention to Zhao Feihu who had already left at this time, and all his attention was on the poem manuscript that Zhao Feihu gave her, the poem called "The World's Farthest Distance".

"I wonder what kind of amazing person can write such a great poem, which can be called a classic? I guess he must be a man with a lot of stories......

Unconsciously, Jiang Mengjie had imagined the author of this poem in her heart as a person with extremely rich life experience...... Old man.

Lin Dong has any earth-shattering great love stories, Zhao Feihu doesn't know.

He only knows that using the things created by Lin Dong to pretend to flirt with his sister will easily turn into an accident!

"Wow, this little brother who plays guitar in military uniform is so handsome!"

"Well, it makes a good laugh and a good voice!"

"Hey, little brother, this song seems to be original, right?"

"Staff Officer Zhao, do you want to introduce this little brother to me?"

Poof――

When Jiang Mengyao, who is exactly the same as Jiang Mengjie but has a very different personality, said the last sentence with a cute face, Zhao Feihu's face changed greatly from taking out his mobile phone to show her the song "When Your Hair Brushes My Steel Gun", and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"What introduced the little brother to you? What do you little girl think! ”

Rolling his eyes speechlessly, Zhao Feihu suddenly felt extremely tired and said, "How about I let you listen to this song?" Like it or not! ”

"I like it!"

Although she is only a few years younger than Jiang Mengjie, Jiang Mengyao, who is the same as a middle school girl in terms of words, deeds and speech, suddenly bit her lip and nodded very seriously: "Good look, pretty body, wonderful singing...... What is the little brother who loves the most, okay! ”

"Damn—"

Hearing this, Zhao Feihu wanted to die.

Nima!

Emotional Lao Tzu just said so much, Jiang Mengyao thought it was a fart......