Chapter 423 (2/2)

Meng Ziheng had dealt with Bai Hua, and naturally knew each other's virtue. At present, he was a little uncertain. Yu Guang unconsciously swept to song Ye. The latter, like a mind reader, actually nodded his head at him in an instant, indicating that he should take the game.

”Well, thank you very much.” Mencius Heng also did not consider the consequences, was bewitched by that eye in general, a nod should be under.

”Ha ha, good, young master Meng is still cheerful. Come on, Wenbo, and show your ugliness.” As soon as Bai Hua's voice dropped, he saw a small white robe coming out of a crowd of white robes. He was only about twelve or thirteen years old, and looked proud.

The two sides were writing on the same stage. Originally, there was a sense of competition. Now the Bai family has sent a 12-year-old child out to fight the Meng's face.

”Well, the younger brother of the Bai family is still young. Tong'er, as an elder sister, is not easy to receive congratulatory gifts. Let's write a copy for the younger brother of the Bai family.” Fu tong'er's reaction is very fast, and in a moment he has bent down, extremely friendly and gentle as if to coax a child.

Compared with a 12-year-old, she is disgraced to win or lose.

Unfortunately, the image of her good sister was not accepted by the children. The child raised his head and said, ”you don't have to say so much. If you say it's a gift, you must write it. Don't be afraid to lose. I'll let you.”

The latter half of the sentence directly pierced the essence of the game, but no one can say that the child said it was Bai Hua's evil intention.

”Well, that's good. My sister likes everything Bai's brother writes.” Fu tong'er couldn't hold on, so he had to smile awkwardly. Looking back to Meng Ziheng, he found that Fang was looking at other directions.

In that direction, song Ye stands in awe.Every time I see that delicate to perfect face, Fu tonger always has a sense of uneasiness and crisis.

Now seeing Meng Ziheng's expression, she hated song ye more and more.

The position of the mistress of the Meng family is hers, and so is Meng Ziheng. No one can take it away, so she must win and win the beauty.

After calming down her mind, Fu tong'er began to brush with ink, put the pen on rice paper, and began to write with no distractions. Every stroke imitated Meng Ziheng's handwriting perfectly. This is the achievement she has learned from standing beside him for more than ten years. She also has enough confidence to defeat a young child.

Even if song Ye stood in the crowd, he could recognize Fu tonger's handwriting at a glance. He could not help shaking his head in his heart. It's not surprising that Mencius Heng didn't like her. According to his temperament, the last thing he liked was someone who didn't have independent thinking personality. Even if his handwriting was imitated, Fu tonger would be just a puppet in Mencius Heng's eyes.

And in this world, in addition to hard work, there is talent.

As time went by, the exclamations around him became more and more obvious. It was obvious that Fu tonger wanted to pay attention to the difficulties without being distracted.

As a result, she was flustered by the sharp brush strokes on the child's desk.

”Don't be distracted by writing.” Meng Ziheng's faint voice came from behind, like an alarm bell, which instantly woke people up.