The group pet green tea dressed as cannon fodder really young master

Wen Cha slapped Edward face to face. It was quite a movement, and it immediately attracted everyone who was paying attention here.

Zheng Mingzhong took the lead and ran to Wen Cha's side: "What? Did I get it wrong? He and Chen Shishi were plotting against you back then!"

Wen Rong and Xue Qingzhou also heard it, and they were surprisingly angry. When Chen Shishi took the audio and said that he could help Wen Cha to clarify, they suspected that there was such a coincidence, but it turned out that Edward was behind the trick, otherwise, where would Chen Shishi come from? So capable.

He is a very powerful person who can stir up wind and rain behind his back.

Very strong ones also tried to reach out to grab warm tea, but only caught a cloud of air.

Wen Rong and Xue Qingzhou seem to be dealing with the next thing.

Zheng Mingzhong caught up with Wen Cha.

"I'm so mad! Put him in jail!"

Wen Cha was amused: "Master, that's not what you do to be legally illiterate."

Going to file a lawsuit is nothing more than disgusting Edward, how could he really be sent in, and he didn't really commit a crime like Wen Xingsheng.

"Ah..." Zheng Mingzhong was very sorry. In his eyes, Edward's nature was no different from that of Wen Xingsheng, just as vicious.

Miss Zheng raised a cocktail and clinked glasses with Wencha: "I think Edward's biggest punishment is that Wencha cut off contact with him from now on, and Wencha completely hates him."

The self-righteous hunter falls in love with his prey and pays for the wrongs that hurt his prey in the past.

Look at that pale face, paler than a vampire, it really makes me feel sorry for him.

Only a gentle knife and an affectionate dagger can deal a fatal blow to this kind of genius who is indifferent in his bones and has eyes above his head.

"Didn't you say earlier that you wanted to ask him for his signature? Why are you making comments now?" Zheng Mingzhong lamented that women are so fickle.

Miss Zheng raised her head proudly: "Then I must be on Wen Cha's side."

"What kind of relationship are you talking about with a dog?" Wen Cha was sober-minded, he didn't care about Edward's love, he flicked the glass, and there was a crisp sound from the glass wall, "Don't worry, his luck is yet to come Woolen cloth."

Zheng Mingzhong swallowed all the liquid in the cup, and together with Ms. Zheng did not understand the meaning of warming the tea, but instinctively, they had a premonition that something bad would happen to Edward.

Ms. Zheng likes warm tea, and she forgets about the psychological shock of the crematorium after a while. Maybe she will find a substitute for Bai Yueguang in the future, and she still has to teach that kind of scum a lesson she will never forget.

Zheng Mingzhong wanted to join in the fun and planned to follow up on this matter in real time.

Wen Cha's birthday party had another small disturbance due to his own efforts, but overall it was very smooth and luxurious.The fact that Edward was slapped in the middle was not reported. After all, all the people invited were familiar and interested people, so it was not easy to make mistakes.

Moreover, this birthday party undoubtedly once again showed the Xue family's attitude. With warm tea held in their palms, who would dare to spread any random news.

The aftermath of Chen Shishi's incident has not yet passed away. Everyone is from the same school and the same major, and they hate plagiarism and fraud. A reporter with good deeds rebroadcasted the scene of Chen Shishi going to the court in real time. Chen Shishi dodged haggardly.

Teacher Liu also clicked on the live broadcast link on his mobile phone, and said with emotion: "You have committed evil, you can't live."

The way he looked at Wen Cha was also a bit complicated.

This brat is also very lucky.How could randomly finding Xue Qingzhou as a photography model still help Xue Qingzhou get out of trouble? It's too metaphysical!

How can warm tea be able to do multiple jobs every time!

This feeling was even stronger after seeing the final course paper handed in by Wen Cha. The title read:

"Anomie and Regulation: Identification and Prevention of Perfume Inspiration Plagiarism"

Teacher Liu:? ? ?can give you what you can

"Teacher, I plan to submit it for a manuscript." Wen Cha stated his arrangement righteously. This is a masterpiece of his inspiration, and he must try it.

Teacher Liu carefully flipped through the manuscript, and found that it was not bad: "It's not bad."

"That's right, what doesn't defeat me will make me stronger." Wen Cha was especially good at bragging about himself.

Teacher Liu was amused: "Isn't Xue Qingzhou the one they want to defeat?"

Wen Cha said: "It hit my cousin, and it hurts my heart."

Teacher Liu really wanted to grab Wen Cha's face and see how thick she was.

"Teacher, I won't be able to see you at the end of the term. I wish you a happy New Year in advance." Wen Cha sat in front of Teacher Liu's tea set and made a pot of tea and served it.

Teacher Liu's heart was fixed, and after serving the tea, he hummed twice and did not mutter again: "I will give you the names of some journals, you can go back and try, don't sign my name, I can't afford to lose this person."

Wen Cha readily agreed. He and Zheng Mingzhong had recently learned a special Secondary [-] line: "Teacher, don't worry, I didn't plan to add your name. The battle to defend my cousin can only be my own battle."

Teacher Liu was so weak that he didn't want to talk to Wen Cha. He felt that this world was so magical, so he quickly drank a sip of tea to suppress his shock.

As soon as Wencha's birthday is over, the new year is coming soon.

There's nothing wrong with the new year.

One thing is that the thesis written by Wen Cha actually passed the review and was published in the journal. Netizens found out that they were as full of question marks as Mr. Liu saw.

[Subway Elderly Mobile Phone]

[I felt a little professional and familiar when I saw the title, but when I saw the author's name, I couldn't hold back hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

[Not to mention, the writing is not bad, I thought my son was ignorant, but I didn't expect that there was still some ink in my stomach, and my mother shed tears]

[It's so cruel, don't offend Wen Cha if you offend anyone, this wave belongs to let Chen Shishi leave a name in the academic world and nail it to the pillar of shame for immortality]

[Hiss, my wife is so hot, happy to be kind and enmity, love love love]

Both the Xue family and the Wen family regarded this as a matter of honoring their ancestors, and they were very happy. They wished to make a banner for Wen Cha to commemorate it.

Wen Rong was so happy that he performed a confusing operation, ordered a lot of journals and put them in the office to send out to everyone.

As a result, as soon as the news spread, Chen Shishi's affairs became known to a wider range of people, and she became even more socially dead.

In fact, Wen Cha, the person involved, should have thought that the society was dead, but Wen Cha's brain circuit was different. Instead, he felt that this was a full affirmation of his behavior and accepted it well. He asked for several copies from Wen Rong to distribute to his friends.

Zheng Mingzhong picked up the article about warming tea in the magazine, and laughed at me kindly: "Brother, your family is too funny."

"It's better than someone's house being restless." Wen Cha stroked the helmet he just took off in his hand.

Zheng Mingzhong suffered a knowing blow.But after all, everyone was envious of warm tea, and he wasn't the only one, and he felt a lot better.

"How does it feel after running around?" Zheng Mingzhong asked.

"It's okay." Wen Cha replied.

Zheng Mingzhong said sourly, "I see that you and my car are getting along very well."

However, he also had to admit that the car was more glowing and hot in Wencha's hands than in his hands. The screams on the racing track just now almost pierced people's eardrums and knocked down the roof.

"Do you want to sign a few games before the year to earn some lucky money?" asked in the certificate.

Someone also secretly asked Wen Cha through him if he would like to participate in the race and run a few laps. As long as Wen Cha came, the attendance rate would be guaranteed, and the topic rate would also be available. Everyone wanted a piece of the pie.

"Hmm..." Wen Cha didn't refuse, "I'll think about it."

One thing Zheng Mingzhong said is right. The Chinese New Year is approaching. If Wen Cha wants to use the money he earns to buy some gifts for his family, he really has to think about how to earn money.

When Zheng Mingzhong heard that there was something interesting, he immediately beamed with joy: "Okay, then I will help you screen and introduce to you when the time comes."

He is not greedy for some favors or small money. Wen Cha is too eye-catching on the racing track. Everyone wants to appreciate and keep beautiful things. He is doing good things for the world.

Wen Cha asked casually, "Didn't you say you were going to open a racing club? When will it open, I will definitely join in."

"Isn't this a definite decision? I don't have confidence in myself." Zheng Mingzhong rubbed the back of his head and sighed.

His luck is also a little better than Wen Cha's. Last year, he and Wen Cha invested enthusiastically and lost money, leaving only his shorts, which nearly drove his parents to death.It's not a problem to open another club, and we don't want to make a profit, but what if we continue to lose money?He doesn't want to be laughed at by the people around him anymore.

"Vote, I'll invest too, just to have fun." Wen Cha urged.

Hearing this, Zheng Mingzhong became even more displeased. No one knew the name of Wencha investment scumbag.

Wen Cha saw through his thoughts, snorted and didn't force it anymore.

Zheng Mingzhong was afraid that Wen Cha would get angry, so he hurriedly joked, "Oh, luck can't even be said. You say that good people like us are not as good as bad people?"

Wen Cha knew that he was referring to Qi Junhao.

Perhaps it was entering the stage of Long Aotian's relentless counterattack in the original book. From last year to this year, Qi Junhao made great strides all the way, from behind the shadow to the front of the world. If it weren't for the strong opposition from netizens, he He was almost selected as one of the top ten young entrepreneurs of the year in City C.

And I heard that Qi Junhao was still competing for a business with Wen Rong and the others, and they bumped into each other face to face and became competitors.

This is the halo of the protagonist who is blinding people.

"What are you doing better than him?" Wen Cha wondered.

Zheng Mingzhong yelled at his injustice: "I don't care to be compared with that kind of scum, my family keeps talking about comparing him to me every day, and I'm almost bored to death."

"That's simple." Wen Cha gave him an idea, and passed on his own philosophy of life and life, "You let your family members work hard to surpass Qi Junhao, so that you can also surpass Qi Junhao. Don't give yourself everything. It's too much pressure, so please hush others."

Zheng Mingzhong felt that this was too shameless, but it was very reasonable: "Okay, I will work hard for a hundred days, and I want my family to become the richest man in city c!"

After the heroic speech was over, he still looked sluggish, hesitating to speak to the warm tea.

Wen Cha thinks his pouting is disgusting: "Fart quickly."

Zheng Mingzhong quickly took out his mobile phone and showed him the video: "Brother, didn't you say you wanted to teach him a lesson? Why..."

Wen Cha narrowed her beautiful eyes, showing dissatisfaction and threats: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Zheng Mingzhong was shocked, begging for mercy again and again: "How dare I?"

On the square screen, there is Edward playing on the stage, the spotlight is focused on him, he closes his eyes, his eyelashes cast reflections on his face, half of his face is hidden in the darkness, his thin lips are sharp, like a medieval mural Indifferent vampires.

"The live broadcast of the violin competition." Zheng Mingzhong explained.

The Parcy Violin World Competition is well-known and well-known all over the world. This year, it is undoubtedly an affirmation and honor for the music industry in Huaguo to arrange the finals in Huaguo, so it hastened to follow up the announcement.Sometimes the violin music resonates with everyone, but the players are different.The face and resume can't be faked there, so Edward, the favorite to win the championship, was reposted by major marketing accounts and became a smash hit.

Tickets for today's game were sold out, and the official specially set up a live channel, and now 50 people are watching online.

"He's hotter than you! Is it plausible? Is it reasonable?" Zheng Mingzhong deliberately fanned the flames, expecting warm tea to cause trouble.

Wen Cha was really fooled, and glanced at Edward's Weibo: "Fortunately, I don't have as many fans as I do. How can I speak so well when I play the violin?"

Zheng Mingzhong: ...

Wen Cha took it and carefully looked at the science popularization next to the barrage. This is Edward's original song, called "iss", and there are "missed" and "missed".

The music is divided into three sections. From the beginning of the drunkenness to the breeze blowing away the alcohol, it seems to be reborn, fresh and joyful, followed by a series of changing sounds, which is the long whisper of the violin, which seems to be silently confessing.

"What are you talking about? Can they understand?" Zheng Mingzhong was picky.

As a result, the barrage slapped him in the face:

[I came here for my face, I rarely understand any music, but I can hear the regret in the song, Tugou likes it]

[It's not just remorse, I can hear heart-piercing, I feel that this handsome guy is emotionally hurt]

[The favorite song I heard at the beginning of the year, this is only the semi-final, looking forward to his next repertoire]

[It’s amazing, it’s actually original, the future can be expected]

[The song is conveying emotions, I don’t know if it’s my illusion, it feels like it’s a confession written for a specific person]

Otherwise, Zheng Mingzhong felt that he was a little unlucky. He saw that everyone who was unhappy was going smoothly, and Edward did his part to advance to the first place.

The live broadcast is over, but the conversation at the game site continues.

The judges stood up and exchanged pleasantries with people they knew.One took David's shoulders, knowing that David admired Edward:

"David, why are you frowning, Edward is doing very well, right?"

Another agreed: "Although I really want to praise him, it seems that it is not our turn to join in."

David, who had a bad complexion in their mouths, looked along their line of sight. A group of reporters handed the microphones in front of Edward, and it was crowded. Turning his head to face the camera in front of him, anger and impatience gradually emerged between his brows, and the veins on his neck and forehead gradually emerged like a waking beast.

Prosperity must decline, and he often hears the news that someone's song will eventually become a hit.

He always felt that Edward was about to wither.