"Two wild **|match?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment, and her little face turned red with a angrily look. Why is this guy talking unrestrained?

Zheng Xiao, who had just arrived, was so angry that he almost staggered to the ground.

"Ning Xiaofan! Damn, you, a poor man who jumped out of the mountain, dare to scold me!"

"Today I will let you know the difference between the poor and the rich!"

In the Anjia villa, Ning Xiaofan and Zheng Xiao sat on the sofa, and the nanny soaked two cups of the best Longjing.

The white mist rose up, and Zheng Xiao was thinking in his mind how to make Ning Xiaofan look ugly later.

"Doctor An, please hand me your hand and I will take your pulse first." Ning Xiaofan said.

"good."

An Ran smiled slightly, handed over her fair white wrist and gently placed it on the coffee table.

Her little face turned slightly red, "Well, Ning Xiaofan, can you stop calling me Dr. An? It sounds weird."

"Then I'll call you Ranran."

Ning Xiaofan smiled while putting his finger on An Ran’s wrist.

"Okay!" An Ran laughed, and her relationship with Ning Xiaofan became one step further.

"No! You are a stinky doctor, why is Ranran's nickname called? What qualifications do you have?"

Zheng Xiao jumped out and looked at Ning Xiaofan with contempt, "Boy, don't think I don't know your identity!"

"Identity?" Ning Xiaofan was stunned.

"Qingshi Town, Lin'an City, is it your hometown? Yu Shufang, Ning Dashan, is it your parents?" Zheng Xiao snorted proudly.

Ning Xiaofan's eyes sterned.

"Haha, I would like to advise you that people should have self-knowledge." Zheng Xiao sneered:

"Ranran is the jewel in the An family's eye, the daughter of the An family group. An family group is one of the top 50 in Qingjiang, with a market value of hundreds of billions!

Uncle Wen Yao is one of the deputy mayors of Qingjiang, and Grandpa An is also one of the five famous doctors in China.

Do you think this kind of prominent family background can be reached by someone like you?"

Zheng Xiao glanced at Ning Xiaofan with great contempt, "Don't think I don't know why you are deliberately approaching Anran. Isn't it just that you want farmers to turn things around, or just that you want to live a life like our upper class people?

But I tell you, you made the wrong plan, and Ranran would never like you."

"Zheng Xiao! Shut up!" An Ran couldn't listen and shouted angrily.

"Ranran, what I told the truth," Zheng Xiao said anxiously.

"Ahem! Xiaoxiao, you're saying too much!"

An Shiren was also a little unhappy, but due to the special relationship between the Zheng family and the An family, he did not dare to get angry directly.

"Ning Xiaofan, don't listen to him talking nonsense." An Ran was anxious, she was afraid that Zheng Xiao's words would hit Ning Xiaofan.

"I know."

Ning Xiaofan smiled gently, then looked at Zheng Xiao with a sarcastic look on his face, and said disdainfully: "You are a rich second-generation who relies on your father. If you don't have your father, what a fuck do you think?"

"So what if you rely on your father? Have you never heard of this? Is this an era of fighting for your father?"

Zheng Xiao was not angry at all, and instead picked up a copybook placed next to the sofa. This was what he had just brought in.

He handed it to An Ran, and smiled proudly, "Ran Ran, look, this is the copybook I brought back from the UK."

"This is"

An Ran was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes swept away, and a strange surprise suddenly appeared, "Is this Nalan Rongruo's 'Huanxisha'?!"

"What a good idea. This copybook was written by the great calligrapher Nalan Rongruo."

Zheng Xiao glanced at Ning Xiaofan quietly, and then smiled:

"Ranran, I remember you said before that you like copybooks such as running and cursive. This "Huanxisha" was specially collected by an old collector in the UK, and it cost me five million pounds!"

“Thank you”

An Ran was moved. She had liked Chinese classical poetry since she was a child, and she especially admired the poems of graceful poets such as Nalan Xingde, Li Qingzhao, Liu Yong and Qin Guan.

"Ning Xiaofan, why don't you come and take a look? Nalan Rongruo's poems are very rare." An Ran said with a charm in his eyes.

"Haha, Ranran, don't make things difficult for Dr. Ning."

Zheng Xiao smiled contemptuously and said:

"A doctor like him, just thinking about how to cheat money to fill his stomach, but he is not like Ranran, you are so kind and kind. This elegant thing needs to be appreciated by elegant people."

Ning Xiaofan couldn't hold back his laughter, and laughed out loud.

"Ning Xiaofan? What's wrong with you?" An Ran looked at him and said.

"nothing."

Ning Xiaofan waved his hand and held back his smile and said, "I just feel sorry for Brother Zheng."

"Pity me?"

Zheng Xiao was stunned for a moment, Damn, Master, I have endless money to spend. What is worthy of being pitiful as a poor man?

"Doctor Ning, what do you mean?" An Shiren was confused.

"I mean, Brother Zheng was slaughtered five million pounds as a pig, and he was still unaware of it. Isn't this worthy of pity?" Ning Xiaofan spread his hands.

"What?" An Shiren was shocked.

"Boy, what are you talking nonsense? When did I get slaughtered five million?"

Halfway through the conversation, Zheng Xiao immediately reacted, his eyes cold and cold:

"What do you mean? Say my copybook is fake?"

"Of course, it's obvious that it's a fake." Ning Xiaofan said calmly.

"Hmph"

Zheng Xiao glanced at him disdainfully, "Poor, what do you know? After spending 5 million to buy this copybook, I spent another 100,000 yuan. I specially asked an expert to appraise it! This is definitely the authentic product!"

An Ran frowned and said with a faint thought:

"Who thinks of the coolness of the west wind alone? The yellow leaves closed the sparse windows, pondering about the past and setting sun.

Don’t be shocked by wine and sleep heavily in spring. The gambling book will make you feel like tea. At that time, I just thought it was common

These poems are indeed the sentence "Huanxisha" in Mulan's poem, which is absolutely true.

In this copybook, the emphasis and imperative of each character is properly grasped, and the rhythm is very strong. The ink is dry, wet, thick and thin, and it is natural. It is completely consistent with Nalan Rongruo's style, "the pen is dry but not dispersed."

An Ran looked at Ning Xiaofan in confusion, "Whether the paper material or the ink, in my experience, it is indeed a calligraphy work from the Qing Dynasty, and it is not obvious that it is a fake."

"Smacking"

Zheng Xiao clapped and laughed: "Haha, Ranran is still knowledgeable! Ning Xiaofan, you are a country bumpkin, don't embarrass you!"

An Ran looked at Ning Xiaofan with her beautiful eyes, and she felt that the man had some more details.

Sure enough, Ning Xiaofan shook his head and sighed, and pointed at the lower right corner of the copybook with his finger.

"Idiot, haven't you seen the time when this copybook was signed?"

"time?"

An Ran blinked his apricot eyes, "What happened in 1672, that is, the tenth year of Kangxi? Nalan Rongruo did write "Huanxisha" at this time."
Chapter completed!