Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

"Or do you mean that you Meng family's scholarly family is also a dog who looks down on others and thinks that my clothes are cheap and it doesn't matter if I ruin them, and your clothes are expensive, so I can't get equal dignity by making an apology on the same conditions?"

Dignity is never given by others. Only when you look up to yourself can you be so confident.

What about clothes that cost one yuan, and clothes that cost 10,000 yuan?

This antique industry is no different than the stone gambling business that makes a fortune halfway through the game. They identify antiques and like to collect them. Most of them are from the scholarly family. discrimination ability.

Just now, they were shocked by the price of Tiantian silk, and they were connoisseurs of goods, so they couldn't help feeling distressed. They stood by Fu Tong'er with empathy. Taste, I think it makes sense, and at the same time, I also think that the Meng family is not authentic.

Relying on the money, the export is a copper stench.

"Tong'er, how can you be so disrespectful in front of people, and apologize to people so quickly." At this time, Mr. Meng came late, and finally stood up and said something fair.

Mencius looked up at the old man, and stood behind Song Ye with a blank expression.

He saw the other party just now, but he didn't see him speak until now, obviously to help Fu Tong'er.

In the past, he felt that the old man was fair and selfless, but now he tasted it carefully, only to find that there were many loopholes.

"Yes, grandpa, it's Tong'er who is narrow-minded. Please don't blame Mr. Song. After I wash the clothes, I will deliver them to the house in person." Retreat to advance, win the favor of everyone.

Song Ye didn't continue to speak, and glanced at her lightly, her eyes dark and unclear.

At the age of sixteen, she was so able to bend and stretch, no wonder Mencius couldn't beat her.

Everyone also gave Mr. Meng face, and praised Fu Tong'er that he was a terrifying young man and that he was a malleable talent.

After Mr. Meng thanked everyone for their compliments, he turned his eyes coldly to Song Ye, and when he saw her overly delicate and beautiful face, his brows wrinkled slightly, "Ziheng, this is your roommate. ?"

As for Song Ye's identity, I believe that the Meng family has already investigated clearly, and Meng Ziheng did not hide it, "Yes, Grandpa, Song Ye is my good friend."

Focusing on his good friends, he clicked, and when he heard the old man's brows gathered again, he pointed out: "It's good for young people to make more friends, but it is better to have more mentors and friends. Tong'er has made great progress in calligraphy recently. Da, I will arrange for her to write a pair of characters later, and you come to appreciate it." After saying that, the old man didn't even say hello, just turned his head and left.

It was the first time that Meng Ziheng saw the old man look down on someone so frankly. He couldn't help but look a little ugly. He turned back to Song Ye and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't let you go into this muddy water." Originally, he wanted to let Song Ye go. Ye Lai was relieved, never expecting to encounter such unpleasant things.

Song Ye didn't care, she shook her head, and said in a deep sense, "Sooner or later, it will be involved." The Bai family's matter hadn't been resolved in a day, even if she couldn't figure out her relationship with the Meng family. Now that Meng Ziheng has been promised to seize power, Song Ye can't stay out of it.

While several people were talking, desks and four treasures of the study had been placed in the middle of the banquet hall. The granddaughter-in-law of the Meng family did not have a prominent background. Now that she was on the stage, she naturally wanted to show her hand to make people more impressive.

Mencius Ziheng also knew that the reason why the old man let himself appreciate and comment in the past was simply to create an appearance of harmony and love for outsiders.

Really fake home.

Meng Ziheng felt that since he befriended Song Ye, he had also caught the rebelliousness of the other party, and gradually became impatient and unacceptable for many things that he had tolerated before.

"Aside from Fu Tong'er's scheming, she will be a good mistress, don't you think about it?" Song Ye could see Fu Tong'er's admiration and obsession with Meng Ziheng, that's why she asked this question. Being scheming is not a bad thing.

But Meng Ziheng's response was firm and without hesitation, "I don't like her."

That’s right, I didn’t hate it before, and I don’t like it now. In Mencius’s view of emotions, the premise is to like it.

Song Ye was a little surprised by this, and looked slightly sideways, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps her eyes were too bright, which made Meng Ziheng remember what he had said without restraint, and his ears blushed, "Cough, what's the matter?"

Song Ye retracted his gaze, thought deeply, and then said quietly, "To know whether you like it or not, you must first like it."

If there is no comparison, where can there be a difference. Because Song Ye didn't have a comparison, he didn't understand this emotion, so he was surprised that a humble gentleman like Meng Ziheng was also moved by ordinary people.

It can be said that there is no intention, but the listener is intentional.

Song Ye originally only felt that the young man was mature and he was stupid, but he didn't want to say a word, but it exploded in Meng Ziheng's ear like a thunderbolt from the blue, making him stiff in an instant, and even his heartbeat lost the rhythm.

Bang Bang... He stared blankly at the figure walking away in front of him, and the words of the other party kept circling in his mind.

To know if you don't like it, you must first like it.

Is it because he has someone he likes that he can say that he doesn't like Fu Tong'er with such certainty?

I like it... He suddenly remembered that in the bedroom that night, the two of them held a brush together to paint a picture of Danqing. At that time, the teenager still had the fragrance of the bath, and his eyes were like the lake and mountains after the rain, which was very beautiful.

At this time, I heard that the grandson-in-law of the Meng family was going to perform calligraphy, and everyone came over to watch the fun.

After the farce just now, Fu Tonger changed into a lake green cheongsam, which was made of the same celestial silk, which was amazing and at the same time she understood the extraordinary status of this child bride in the Meng family.

"Let the little girl show her ugliness in front of your uncles today." Fu Tong'er stood upright, without any stage fright, a pair of watery eyes fell on Meng Ziheng's body, full of infinite warmth, "Brother Ziheng, I have to trouble you. Help me see."

The teasing eyes of the crowd made Meng Ziheng a little annoyed, and he subconsciously wanted to see Song Ye's reaction, but seeing the latter's expression as usual and quite interested, his heart was empty again, and he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else.

However, Mr. Meng had already ordered him in advance, and Meng Ziheng had no choice but to stand over. The golden boy and the jade girl were paired together, and there was a burst of praise.

It's just that before the performance started, there were a few wild and wanton laughter from outside the banquet hall, "Haha, Mr. Meng, it's so lively today, you actually left my Bai family behind. It's not kind."