After all the appraisals were completed, the table full of ancient jade added up to be worth seven or eight million.

Zhao Yanyan was about to go crazy, she and her husband scraped together, paid a down payment of more than 800,000 yuan, bought a house, and were already showing off everywhere.

Unexpectedly, the real rich people can't hide it at all, and such valuable things are worn on their bodies at will.

"Lady Baili! I am a jade lover, can you cut one or two pieces of jade, the price is negotiable! "Erbao can't put it down.

"Sorry! These are all things that have been handed down from the Dream Manor, and I can't sell any of them! Baili Qianhua politely refused.

"Dream Manor...... Lost Dream Manor ......"

A male classmate muttered to himself, and suddenly his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed loudly, "Is it ...... Don't...... Is it the estate that Hongtu wants to buy? ”

His reaction was so violent that everyone looked at the classmate in horror.

There was no positive answer, Baili Qianhua smiled and nodded, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence to the matter.

Ka————!

The male classmate let out a dry cough and gasped violently twice, before exclaiming, "I remembered!" More than two years ago, it was reported on the Internet that Hongtu Weiye wanted to buy a manor and offered a sky-high price of 500 million, but the owner of the manor did not accept it! There was a lot of uproar at the time! ”

Hongtu Weiye is the largest real estate developer in Donghai Province, and they will inevitably go all out to see the business opportunities, and even some unscrupulous means.

"No matter how bitter it is, I won't sell the Dream Manor, it's the wealth passed down from my ancestors!" Baili Qianhua said lightly, which can be regarded as an admission of his identity in disguise.

A manor is worth 500 million!

Zhao Yanyan was stunned!

Zhang Xueying was stunned!

Sun Yan was stunned!

Wang Chengcheng was stunned!

Sun Heng was stunned!

……

……

Summer, autumn and winter are even more confused!

Billionaire sister!

There is such a title in everyone's heart, they are young people who have just graduated for a year or two, and it is rare to see even multimillionaires, where have they seen billionaires.

"Five hundred million?!"

Zhao Yanyan screamed in despair, she felt like she had been cut by a thousand knives in her heart, it hurt! Pain! It still hurts!

In the summer, autumn and winter, his face was calm, and he had long been ashamed of himself when he had changed before, but now he has risen with great pride, and he has strengthened his determination to take care of the beautiful landlord.

Zhao Yanyan left this table in despair, and after the toast, she was like a walking corpse, completely doing mechanical movements.

The groom was also very annoyed, he had always felt good about himself, but now he saw the handsome and sunny summer, autumn and winter, and the beautiful and rich flowers, and had a deep sense of crisis and inferiority.

"Humph! I don't believe it, that woman is really so rich, why would she take a fancy to that kid? After the toast was over, the groom looked at the table in Xiaqiudong and said sourly.

Why?

Zhao Yanyan was stunned for a moment, staring at Xia Qiudong in the distance, her eyes gradually narrowed, Xia Qiudong was just a waste, he couldn't even look down on himself, why did he chase such a beautiful and rich woman?

Right!

Debunk him!

A vicious thought came to her mind, and she hurriedly whispered to the groom.

At this time, the wedding feast is also going on for most of the time, and some relatives and friends of the groom and the bride compete to perform on stage.

"Hello everyone!" The host stepped onto the rostrum again and said with a smile: "The bride's college classmate, Mr. Xia Qiudong, is an actor and screenwriter, talented and brilliant, let's ask Mr. Xia to write a poem, okay?!" ”

"Okay!"

"Agreed!"

"Write poetry! Writing poetry! ”

……

……

The originally chaotic wedding scene was even more boiling.

"Bang! What the hell! Sun Heng listened, but scolded.

Zhang Xueying, Sun Yan, Wang Chengcheng and others covered their mouths and snickered.

Zhao Yanyan's move is really ruthless!

Although Xia Qiudong is good at writing, he is known for his literary wonders, and in college, he likes to write poetry, but all the poems he writes are bizarre and nondescript, and they have been spread as jokes in school.

At this time, let a strange person write poems, isn't it roasting him on the fire, if he loses face, maybe even his girlfriend who finally chased after him will run away.

"Writing poetry also depends on the mood, Brother Xia is not in the mood, so don't force it!" Through everyone's expressions, Baili Qianhua noticed Zhao Yanyan's conspiracy, so she understated it and helped Xia Qiudong resolve it.

In the past, he would go down the slope in summer, autumn and winter, and he would never be embarrassed on the court, but he is no longer what it used to be.

Writing poetry?

He smiled, his poems may be really wonderful, but in the original world, there are countless classic poems, and as a poetry lover, he remembers most of the classics.

"Good! Zhao Yanyan's wedding should have something to say, I'll try it! Saying that, he ignored the sympathetic gazes of his classmates, pinched his little hands and walked towards the rostrum.

Seeing that Xia Qiudong did not make a turtle with a shrunken head, Zhao Yanyan hated it so much that her teeth itched, her hands clenched the wedding dress, and her bones gurgled.

"Mr. Xia, please!" The host gave the microphone to Xiaqiudong.

"Haha! Fuyuko is going to lose the dead this time! Wang Chengcheng smiled coldly.

"Hey! Classmates have jokes again! Sun Yan is also gloating.

Zhang Xueying, who is doing good things, even took out her mobile phone and started recording, wanting to record the process of losing face in summer, autumn and winter.

Xia Qiudong glanced at the audience lightly, with full confidence in his eyes, and after a little thought, he said in a deep voice: "I once made a love poem dedicated to my lover!" I think this poem is also very suitable for this couple, so I am here to make a fool of myself! ”

He didn't want to say that his classic poems were created for Zhao Yanyan, so he brought out his beloved beautiful landlady.

Baili Qianhua originally had an indifferent expression, but when she heard that she was creating for herself, her eyes flashed with a strange look, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes, staring at the rostrum with great interest, and was moved by the four classic ancient poems, she was quite looking forward to the poems of summer, autumn and winter.

A magnetic voice slowly sounded:

To the Oak Tree

If I love you

It's not like a climbing flower

Show off yourself by your high branches

If I love you

Never learn from the infatuated birds

Repeat monotonous songs for the shade of greenery

It's not just like a spring, it brings cool comfort all year round

It's not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty

Even daylight

Even spring rains

No, that's not enough!

I must be a kapok near you

As the image of the tree stands with you

roots, clinging to the ground

Leaves, touching in the clouds

Every gust of wind passes

We all greeted each other

But no one

Understands our words

Thou hast thy branches of brass and thy trunks of iron, like knives, like swords, and like halberds

I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch

We share cold waves, thunderstorms, and thunderbolts

We share the mist, the stream, the haper

As if separated forever

But they are dependent on each other for life

This is great love

Steadfastness is here

Not only love your majestic body

Love you too, stick to the position, the ground under your feet!

This is a love poem by Shu Ting, which is widely praised and one of the favorite modern poems of summer, autumn and winter.

The beautiful poems and rich voices are like being infected with magic, wafting, echoing, and stirring in the vast auditorium......

When the last sentence burst out, Xia Qiudong gazed at the flowers affectionately.

Zhang Xueying is stupid!

Sun Yan is stupid!

Wang Chengcheng is crazy!

Sun Heng is stupid!

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……

Thousands of miles and thousands of flowers are even more crazy!

This time, it's not ancient poetry, it's modern poetry.

To be able to create such beautiful poems is a masterpiece of God.

Only the bride Zhao Yanyan was pale, trembling all over, so angry that she almost fainted on the spot.