You Can't Be Fierce Towards Me!

Wen Tian didn't expect to meet Wen Zeming at this time, and he didn't expect him to be so bold to come to Sifang Town. In his previous life, Wen Tian always thought that Wen Zeming's mother and son were hiding in the temple. When I picked it up, I didn't expect him to think too much.

He was very active, and he hadn't met in advance in his previous life. It was probably because he didn't come to the flower viewing banquet at that time, and he didn't come out to play with Li Qingnian many times, so he missed the opportunity.

Wen Tian looked at Wen Zeming coldly. Wen Zeming was only two months older than him, but with his tall stature and the same gentle face as Wen Boli, he looked a few years older and more mature than Wen Tian Some.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, Wen Zeming raised his head slightly, just in time to meet Wen Tian's gaze, he was stunned for a moment, then cupped his hands and smiled at Wen Tian.

Wen Tian narrowed his eyes and glanced at him in disgust, without even doing superficial effort, he turned his gaze away.

The smile on Wen Zeming's face froze, and he lowered his head to drink tea while concealing it.He came with a young man here.He went to school in the academy in Lehe Town, and the young man who brought him was his classmate when he was young. He happened to meet this time, so he brought him over to play and make more friends.

He is naturally willing. His father taught him since he was a child that he should learn to use the contacts around him to turn into his own strength. He has always used his father as an example.He is tactful and good at dancing, these are things he is trying to learn.

And Wen Tian is in Sifang Town.He has always wanted to see what the younger brother who grew up in fine clothes and fine clothes looked like.

He and his mother have lived in the temple for so many years without a name, and even when he was studying, he was looked down upon by others, saying that it is impossible not to have no hatred for his father's other son, but he has been covering it up. He studied hard for the sake of It's just that one day his mother can enter the gate of Wen's family dignifiedly, and he can be the eldest son of Wen's family dignifiedly, instead of a bastard without a father.

Looking around, there were more than a dozen people attending the banquet, and he couldn't tell which one was Wen Tian for a while, so he could only wait patiently.

Ever since seeing Wen Zeming, Wen Tian was in a very bad mood. Li Qingnian noticed his expression, and turned to talk to him: "You Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Tian sat upright, with fierce eyes, "I saw an annoying person."

"Who?" Li Qingnian looked around and became angry, "I'll help you kick them out." This banquet was proposed by him, and it's not difficult to drive someone away.

"No need." Wen Tian narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips into a line, and said in a low voice, "I'll take care of him myself."

Hearing what he said, Li Qingnian nodded obediently, and added after seeing his small body; "If you fight, call me, and I'll beat him up for you!" People are pressed down.

Wen Tian was amused by him, and the expression on his face relaxed a little. This is not the previous life. Wen Boli has not been an official yet, and Wen Zeming is still a child as old as him. He has lived an extra life. What is so scary about him? of?

After figuring it out, Wen Tian lazily ate fruit with his elbows propped up.

The short table was arranged in a circle shape, and the space in the middle was sprinkled with peach petals. Li Qingnian also invited a dancer to add to the fun. The profuse singing voice and the dancer's enchanting dancing posture were debauchery that Wen Tian had never experienced before.

Picking up a glass of wine and drinking slowly, Wen Tian was not in the mood to watch the dance, and was thinking about how to clean up Wen Zeming.

In the previous life, after Wen Zeming's mother and son were brought back, the mother had a cold war with Wen Boli for a while, and then they divorced.During the Cold War, Wen Boli let Wen Zeming's mother and son live in the mansion. Bai Ruihe always looked soft and weak. At that time, there was a lot of noise between the mother and Li Nao. At that time, the aristocratic families who had friendship said that their mother was too small-minded and could not tolerate others.It's too domineering to even tolerate such a worry-free and sensible concubine.

However, they all forgot that this house was originally named Fu, and Wen Boli was the son-in-law. Without Fu's family, he was just a poor scholar who couldn't even pay for Shu Xiu.

He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, Wen Tian slowly straightened his body, since the bad reputation was vain in the previous life, why not be an unreasonable playboy today.

After the song and dance ended, a charming dancer came up with pastries and drinks, and when she passed by Wen Tian, ​​she gave him a wink, Wen Tian returned a polite smile, and then continued to drink without looking away.

Li Qingnian stood up, raised his wine glass and talked about the next game.

Since it was a flower viewing feast, it must have something to do with flowers. Although everyone present here were all rich young masters, they also had an arty heart.

Li Qingnian suggested that it is better to use the flower order.

The dancer beats the drums, and the young masters here pass the flowers. Whoever gets the flowers will have to write a poem with the word "flower". Considering that the stomachs of the few who arrived probably don't have much ink, the conditions are relaxed. The ancients Poems are also fine, but those who can’t make them will be punished with alcohol.

Everyone clapped their hands in agreement, and a servant came over with a big drum. The prettiest dancer came in barefoot, carrying two drumsticks. Li Qingnian held a freshly folded peach blossom branch in his hand, As soon as the sound was heard, the flower branch was passed to Wen Tian.

Wen Huang passed it on to Zhou Chuanqing again, the drums kept beating, the dancer danced and beat the drums, the drums sounded hurriedly and then stopped suddenly, and the peach blossom branches fell into the hands of Mr. Zhang's family.

Mr. Zhang thought about it, and wrote a poem on the spot, which is not neat, but with the word "flower", it is still in line with the rules.The dancer's eyes fluttered, she raised her wrist, and the drum beat again.

After two rounds like this, the flower fell into Wen Tian's hands. Wen Tian was not good at poetry, so he directly used an ancient poem, "Qianye peach blossoms are better than hundreds of flowers, and lonely springs are soft in years."

When he realized that the young man he noticed just now was actually Wen Tian, ​​Wen Zeming's eyes showed some disdain. He had a good skin, but he was an idiot who couldn't even write poetry.

Sensing the gaze from below, Wen Tian turned his gaze away and found that it was Wen Zeming, he frowned displeasedly, and then looked away as if he wanted to see something dirty, with an attitude of undisguised disgust.

"Have you offended Mr. Wen?" The friend next to him also noticed, and asked Wen Zeming in a low voice.

Wen Zeming shook his head distressedly, took a sip of his wine, and said with a bitter smile: "It's the first time I saw Mr. Wen, maybe he disliked ordinary people like me and stained his eyes?"

After hearing these words, his friend felt sorry for him. He and Wen Zeming were classmates. Knowing that his family was poor but full of talent, even his husband praised him, so he wanted to give him a hand and wanted him to make more friends. It's also good to let him have multiple paths.

So when the flowers spread to Wen Zeming, and Wen Zeming wrote a poem that won everyone's applause, he took the initiative to get up and introduce Wen Zeming, trying to resolve Wen Tian's prejudice.

"This is my classmate Wen Zeming, who is the most talented scholar in the school this year!"

"Bosheng is too famous." Wen Zeming sat up holding a glass of wine, and toasted everyone. "It's just that Wen Mou usually studies hard."

The people here are all gentlemen, few of them have real talents, so everyone has a friendly attitude towards this talented man who suddenly appeared. It's close.

Wen Tian dangled the wine glass, with a look of indifference.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Wen and Zeming both have the surname Wen, so maybe they are from the same family." Zheng Bosheng joked with a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere.

Wen Tian, ​​who was still lazy at first,'s face darkened, looked at Wen Zeming contemptuously, and said coldly: "There is no such person in the Wen family."

Zheng Bosheng was a little embarrassed, Wen Zeming tightened his fingers, forced a smile and said: "I don't know where Wen has offended Mr. Wen, or Mr. Wen thinks that Mr. Wen's family is poor and unattractive?"

He has used this method many times. Since the poverty of his family cannot be hidden now, it is better to turn passive into active. Sometimes a poor family is a good stepping stone. At least every time he takes the initiative to laugh at himself. On the contrary, it is not good to say anything about his origin.

He thought that Wen Tian would be the same as those young masters.

Unexpectedly, Wen Tian raised his chin and said bluntly: "I don't look down on people from poor families, I just look down on you."

Wen Zeming blushed quickly, "You!"

Wen Tian didn't let him answer the conversation, and continued: "Aren't you tired of pretending to be so hypocritical? You obviously want to gain power and wealth, but who are you pretending to be noble? Want to have a relationship with the Wen family? If you just click Please, I'll look up to you."

Zheng Bosheng opened his mouth to say something, but Li Qingnian pulled him over. Although Li Qingnian looked stupid, he was not really stupid. He warned Zheng Bosheng in a low voice, "Don't be used as a shield."

This Wen Zeming is a shrewd master at first glance. He follows his father and has seen many such businessmen who are gentle behind the scenes. It's just that Wen Zeming's pretending is not quite like it. Wen Tian just stabbed him a few words , I couldn't hold back anymore.

Seeing Wen Zeming's livid face, Wen Tian felt a little better, took a sip from his wine glass slowly, but Wen Zeming still lingered, wondering, "Aren't you leaving yet? Could it be that you really want to beg me?" ?”

He leaned back lazily, threw the wine glass on the ground casually, pointed to the dusty wine glass, and showed a playful attitude, "Pick up the wine glass for me, and I will reluctantly accept you as a book boy ?”