The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 501 The business woman who was murdered for money (51)

  Murong Yanran staggered back two steps, and Su Qinghuan revealed the true face of Duan Feiyang, and the girl's heart only felt that she was hit hard.

  She clutched her sleeve tightly, her lips biting white.

  "Big Brother Duan...why did he lie to me..."

  I thought it was an encounter between talented men and beautiful women in the script, but it turned out to be a joke.

  She was so looking forward to finding a reason to leave the palace. Fortunately, she had a private meeting with Duan Feiyang during the Lantern Festival in Beijing, but now she wanted to come, but it became like a dream.

  Su Qinghuan saw Murong Yanran's haunting eyes, she was absolutely honest.

"Yan Ran, don't have illusions about that so-called Big Brother Duan. His two poems were not just written for you. The poems were plagiarized by others. They came from two authors, one named Li Bai and the other named Wang Guowei. , Has nothing to do with Duan Feiyang himself!"

  "……"

  Murong Yanran held the pillar of the pavilion in a daze.

  The cold stone made Murong Yanran feel more hesitant in her heart.

   "But, if the two of them have such amazing talents, why have I never heard of them?"

   "Because those poems are all isolated, no textual research, but I have heard a lot of them. Those orphans are heirlooms, far older than Duan Feiyang."

  "If you don’t believe me, I can silently recite some of Li Bai’s more classic poems next time. I only hope that you will not spread it. After all, it cannot be tested."

   System 233 heard the little fox’s proposal, and immediately agreed.

   "Yes, host, the winner of life system knows that Duan Feiyang has plagiarized three hundred Tang poems, and the people who bully this plane have never heard of these handed down masterpieces."

   And Murong Yanran has believed in ten percent at this moment. She herself is not a fan of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Compared with those elegant things, the delicious food may make Murong Yanran more interested.

  Murong Yanran curled her lips.

   "...Forget it, sister Qinghuan, I naturally believe in you."

  Speaking of this, Murong Yanran suddenly realized a problem.

   "Sister Qinghuan, I don't know the name of Brother Duan, why would you know?"

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan looked at the girl's ignorant look, knowing that Murong Yanran was just disappointed at the moment. Although Murong Yanran had apparently had a moment of love for Duan Feiyang, after all, the two people had known each other for too short a time, and it was easy to extricate themselves.

   "Yan Ran, do you remember that you once said that if you see my ex-fiance, you will want to punch and kick him to vent my anger."

  "……"

  Murong Yanran looked at Su Qinghuan's serious appearance, not at all pretending, nor joking, she was suddenly confused.

   "So, Brother Duan is your ex-fiance?"

"right."

  Su Qinghuan has determined to completely destroy Murong Yanran’s good impression of Duan Feiyang, and she can’t care how inappropriate it is to say to a little girl that a big man’s private life is unbearable.

"Yan Ran, I am not unwilling to resign from him. I want to come to you to slander him. If you send a reliable confidant out to inquire, you will know that Duan Feiyang was in Fengtai Temple and Prime Minister Na Ye. My daughter has had a tryst for a long time, and the two have exchanged Geng Tie and are about to get married."

   "Besides this, he wanders around the fireworks and willow alleys for a long time on weekdays. A man like that is not worthy of giving you shoes, let alone make your heart beat?"

  "……"

  The girl’s dream is not only shattered, but also reshaped.

  Murong Yanran can't imagine that a character like Duan Feiyang who looks like a young man would like to hang around in Goulan Courtyard.

  Furthermore, he even had a marriage contract with the prime minister’s daughter, so he held her waist all the time and looked reluctant. What did he want to do?

  ……

   Originally, Murong Yanran deceived herself to believe that Duan Feiyang fell in love with her at first sight, so she fell in love with her.

  If Duan Feiyang is only in love with her alone, there is still room for heartbeat, if it is for a few people, and there is a wife who is about to pass the door, that would be too...

   "The person Duan Feiyang wants to marry is Ye Wan'er..."

   Murong Yanran's head turned quickly, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

   "Sister Qinghuan, you laugh at me. I said at the beginning that I would help you beat the bad guys. In the end, this paragraph...Bah, this sad guy is in front of me, I still..."

   "The ignorant is not guilty."

  Su Qinghuan rubbed the small hair on Murong Yanran's head.

   "Yan Ran, I'm afraid that you will go astray. Just get out of it in time. If you are like me, you will find out that the other party is a wolf, tiger and leopard after you retire. Even if you successfully retreat, you will inevitably be slandered and slandered by the villain."

  "……"

  Murong Yanran nodded with lingering fear.

  She sounded the way those long-tongued women chewed their tongues outside the Su's silk village that day, thinking that she was a princess, if this kind of salting matter spreads out, I am afraid that the face of the father and the queen will be damaged.

  Since knowing that Duan Feiyang had plagiarized other people's poems, Murong Yanran had lost 70% to 80% of his impression of Duan Feiyang. Knowing Duan Feiyang's true character at this moment was even more nauseous, and all his admiration turned into disgust.

   "Sister Qinghuan, thank you for waking me up in time."

   "We Yanran is so cute and cute, we will definitely find a Ruyi Langjun in the future, who will be tens of millions of times better than Duan Feiyang."

  Su Qinghuan rubbed Murong Yanran’s hair and smiled softly.

  Murong Yanran is still a half-year-old child, she burst into a small mouth when she heard about choosing her son-in-law.

   "No, no, I want to stay with my father and queen for two more years. Sister Qinghuan will find a good husband and son first."

   "By the way, Sister Qing Huan, I suddenly remembered that the surname also invited me to watch the lantern festival in a few days and meet at Fengtai Temple. Can we think of a way to fix him?"

  Murong Yanran felt a little palpitated when she thought of how she almost messed up with such scumbags unclearly.

   Originally, she thought this was a beautiful thing, but now after being raised by Su Qinghuan, she suddenly felt that Duan Feiyang was this person, even if the invitation was not that simple.

  ……

   "Yan Ran, don't go there anymore. I will discuss with Murong Shizi."

   "Also."

  Thinking of Murong Chen, Murong Yanran felt relieved.

   she hesitated.

   "Then about me, do you want to tell Brother Ziyu?"

  After all, this is related to a woman's reputation. It is a big deal. Su Qinghuan shook her head immediately.

   "No, I'll just say I'm venting for myself."

  Murong Yanran breathed a sigh of relief, and when she saw Su Qinghuan again, she was infinitely grateful.

   "Sister Qinghuan, you are so kind. If I have a sister, it may not be as good as you."

   "It's just a small matter."

  A dark light flashed in Su Qinghuan’s eyes.

  She thought about how to fix that scum.

   "Tong'er, do you remember that when I was on a certain plane, there used to be a soul pill that was useless? Give this to Duan Feiyang, is it a great gift?"

  (End of this chapter)