Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

This antique appraiser genius, no need for Wang Qianqian to explain, Song Ye guessed, "Meng Ziheng."

"Well, that's right." Wang Qianqian nodded, sighed lightly, and continued: "There are many collaterals in the big family, and everyone wants to strive for the top. Even the main family has to constantly bear the pressure of competition from the same family. And this generation of Meng family masters The heir of the vein is Mencius Ziheng. It is said that Meng Ziheng wrote a poem at the age of three, wrote a text at the age of five, and emerged at an antique appraisal conference at the age of seven. He was called a natural antique genius by the outside world. , and Meng Ziheng lived up to expectations and became more and more successful. It’s just that Mencius did something recently that angered Mr. Meng.”

"Huh? What's the matter?" This time, it was Xiang Qing who asked first. She was fascinated by the story, and couldn't wait to hear the following.

Wang Qianqian winked at her oddly, and said with a wicked smile, "Because he refused the marriage appointed by Mr. Meng and refused to marry."

"Ah?" Xiang Qing was stunned and didn't react. After thinking about it, she felt wrong, "Isn't Meng Ziheng just like us, only sixteen years old? Isn't that the age for marriage?"

"Hey, it's more than just getting married, Mr. Meng wants Mencius to have a baby sooner." Wang Qianqian laughed treacherously, and the success of a sentence made Xiang Qing blush with exclamation, saying it was impossible.

"Hey, this sounded ridiculous to me at first, but I heard from my dad that Mr. Meng has seen a lot of antiques, and his thoughts are the same as those of the old antiques. Several generations of the Meng family have married their own children at the age of fifteen. Open branches and leaves early, and strengthen the family blood. Meng Ziheng is known as a genius, and Mr. Meng can't wait for him to give birth to a few more young talents." Wang Qianqian said here, spread her hands and shrugged, "But very It's a pity that Meng Ziheng didn't want it, and he told the whole antique circle that he didn't like women, and the old man was so angry that he almost had a heart attack."

"Ah? He really said that?" Xiang Qing covered her mouth and kept screaming in surprise at the twists and turns of the story, "This Meng Ziheng is too stupid, even if he refuses marriage, he can't say he doesn't like women, right? How misleading it sounds."

Indeed, in this era, sixteen-year-old boys, let alone in love, would blush for a long time even if they held a small hand. What is more unacceptable than puppy love is homo-sex-love. It is conceivable that Mencius' remarks will have a great impact on the reputation of the Meng family.

"Then what?" Song Ye asked this after hearing the story. She felt that this matter would not end like this.

"Then ah..." Wang Qianqian turned her head, smiled and stretched her tone, and bought the most explosive content before she released the most explosive content, "Then it's more nonsense. Meng Ziheng is the only hope for the main line of the Meng family, and it is also an antique. The most eye-catching genius in the world, and every move involved the rise and fall of the future antique world. The Meng family refused to give up because they were afraid that Mencius would really like a man, so they sent a teenager to Mencius' room the next day. I heard that that night Mencius was so angry that he smashed all the four treasures of his study."

These gossip and secrets are the most able to arouse the curiosity of girls. When Wang Qianqian was drunk on Wang Yutang, she was able to dance.

Xiang Qing had opened her mouth wide and didn't know how to make a good expression, she just felt that everything she heard was like a novel from an ancient mansion.

But Song Ye understood the deep meaning of Wang Qianqian's worries.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Ye returned to the dormitory, opened the door, and saw a slender figure standing still beside the table. He was wearing a gray robe, and the table was covered with the Four Treasures of the Study, with a wolf pen at his fingertips. Focus on painting stroke by stroke.

If he hadn't confirmed that he was in the 21st century, Song Ye would have thought that he was seeing an ancient man, a scholar who was full of books.

Mencius has grown up in a scholarly family since he was a child. His eyes and ears are full of luxury. He is naturally luxurious. This robe is more suitable for him than a school uniform. Between his lowered eyebrows, his expression is calm and peaceful. It is like a faint daffodils blooming in the water, burning brightly.

Song Ye didn't bother him, he sat in the living room playing with his mobile phone, and sent a message to ask Yunhua to investigate the news of the Meng family.

After a while, only a slight sound was heard, footsteps came, and before Song Ye got up, he looked up and met Meng Ziheng's line of sight.

"What are you doing here?" He frowned slightly, looking at Song Ye still wearing today's school uniform, and looking a little displeased: "Please pay attention to personal hygiene in the room."

Uh... well, this dare to love is also a master of cleanliness.

"Yeah." Song Ye was noncommittal, stood up from the sofa, and was about to go into the bedroom to take a change of clothes and take a shower.

When passing by Meng Ziheng, the other party's eyes fell on her mobile phone, and his brows furrowed again, "You..."

"Huh?" Song Ye paused and looked sideways.

At close range, Song Ye's delicate face is even more fair and flawless, and it is too beautiful. Meng Ziheng just glanced at it, then turned his face away, and said coldly, "It's nothing." Then, he turned to open the door and leave. go.

In the past, Song Ye only thought that a rich young master like Meng Ziheng was seriously delusional. After listening to Wang Qianqian's words tonight, he understood the reason why he was cold to him.

But everyone didn't make the river water, so she didn't need to explain anything. She strolled into the bedroom and admired the highly skilled paintings on the other side's desktop before taking the things to take a shower.

Late at night, in the Mushan base, Qin Zhan, who was in the office, received a call from Wang Zhengnan.

"Hey, old team member, I should have kept you here for two more days."

Hearing his complaint, Qin Zhan reacted immediately, "What's wrong with him?" This he, naturally, was referring to Song Ye.

After doing bad things in the afternoon, he felt guilty and rushed back to the base, for fear of being caught by a shrewd kid.

"Your baby brother was in the cafeteria this afternoon. He kicked a student and broke three ribs with one kick. The parents' death-defying chain of buckles almost annoyed me to death."

"Hit someone..." Qin Zhan paused with the pen in his hand, and his first reaction was a happy one, at least his body would be fine if he could hit someone.

"Hey, why do I feel like you're laughing?" Wang Zhengnan was puzzled and called out on the other end of the phone.

Qin Zhan turned the tip of his pen, tapped the table with the cap, and said firmly: "What did the other party do? The kid won't hit someone for no reason." Although Song Ye looks cold, his actions are always justified, no Ordinary bear boy.