Li Meizhen immediately became angry when she heard this.

"What a shameless prodigal hoof, he actually dares to like my son, and he doesn't look at how poor his family is, so Jianjun doesn't want to marry someone like that."

Zhou Jianjun next to him didn't agree with Huimei's words very much, a few days ago he met Qing Huan who wanted to kiss that girl, she refused, and beat him, how could he write love poems to him now, eighty percent of them were asked by her sister to write them, she should be ready to give it to others, her temperament is very familiar to him as an elder brother.

"Huimei, is it really written to me by Qinghuan, but that girl doesn't like me, are you lying!" Luo Jianjun was not polite at all and directly exposed it.

Luo Huimei's face stiffened, and she replied a little stiffly: "How come, otherwise you can see that this is my handwriting!" ”

"It's possible that you asked Qing Huan to write it instead, ready to give it to others."

"Are you still my brother, I always slander me, it was written to you by Qing Huan, who made my brother a talent, and the graceful Yushu is in the wind." Luo Huimei deliberately boasted.

Luo Jianjun listened and thought about it carefully, maybe he was too abrupt that day, and suddenly kissed Qinghuan and scared him.

"That's right, it's really possible for Qing Huan to like me."

And Luo Haiyang and Li Meizhen immediately had a bad face for the Ye family.

Especially Li Meizhen scolded again, "There have never been many people in the Ye family, Ye Wanting in the past was engaged to your father, but she ran away with a young man who was sent here, and now she has a Qinghuan, and she dares to hand love poems to Jianjun at a young age, no!" I'm going to scold tomorrow, how could my son fall in love with that stinky girl. ”

Luo Huimei was very nervous after hearing this, I don't know if her mother really wanted to make trouble, but Luo Jianjun was very happy and asked her mother to make trouble in the past, maybe Qinghuan would admit that she liked him.

Luo Haiyang finally agreed that Li Meizhen would go to the Ye family tomorrow to ask, and by the way, tell the Ye family not to think about his son, his son will marry the daughter of a rich family in the city in the future.

Early the next morning, Luo Huimei's mother Li Meizhen brought Luo Jianjun and Luo Huimei over.

The momentum was menacing, and he stood in the courtyard of Qinghuan's house with an angry face.

Chen Dongmei was very surprised to see the three of them suddenly come to the house, recently their family did not provoke the Luo family, this fierce woman came early in the morning as if she was going to spill.

"Why did Li Meizhen come early in the morning?"

"Okay, you Chen Dongmei, you have raised a good daughter, you dare to write love poems to people at a young age, you usually look very quiet, it turns out that you are also restless, and you dare to give my family some love letters to build an army, after we build an army, we will marry a girl from a rich family in the city, how can I fall in love with your country girl."

"Nonsense! Li Meizhen, keep your mouth clean, if you dare to talk nonsense, be careful that I tear your stinky mouth, dare to come to my house early in the morning to spray, I really think that a few stinky money will grow capable! ”

"Then you see if this is your good daughter's handwriting."

After speaking, she threw the note on Chen Dongmei, Chen Dongmei didn't know how to read, but she recognized Qing Huan's handwriting, and some of Qing Huan's unwanted writing books were often taken to the stove to start a fire.

"Come out cheerfully, did you write this?"

Qing Huan was changing clothes inside, and when she heard her mother's call, she changed her clothes and walked out.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Did you write that?"

Qing Huan took the note, isn't this the love poem she wrote last night, I didn't expect the Luo family to come to toss this early in the morning.