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Chapter 296 Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running?

I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a group of eunuchs going up a brothel.

Ye Lanjun felt this way now.

Are you angry? You're almost blown up, but in front of so many people, he is not easy to have an attack. Dozens of people and hundreds of ears just now heard it clearly. He said he would not care. If he regrets it now, he will not only not be able to share the cake, but will receive a basket of contempt in advance.

The hero's sword is not old, but your mother still has charm. She is so beautiful, and she is so beautiful.

If you ask these wealthy businessmen and senior officials what kind of wine is good and which nightclub girls are of high quality, they can talk to you all the time tomorrow morning, and they can't do it for poetry------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It is simple and clear, and the tone is neat, and more importantly, it is indeed very rhyme, which makes people unconsciously think that this sentence is the original match.

This guy pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, and was fooled by himself.

Looking at the smile on Yan Murong's face, Ye Lanjun felt particularly ironic. Now, Ye Lanjun also understood that this guy was just playing tricks on himself. He had been ruling out just now and always emphasized that he was used to filling in the second half of the sentence himself, in order to make himself say things he would not care about.

"Oh, Mr. Ye, isn't it right?" Yan Murong asked with a smile at Ye Lanjun, but this smile was very dazzling in Ye Lanjun's eyes. At this moment, he wanted to insert his eyes------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hmph, Mr. Yan is a talented man," Ye Lanjun snorted coldly with a gloomy face and said, "I admit defeat,"

If you admit defeat, how can you admit defeat? How can you say such words as admit defeat?

We haven't heard enough, everyone thought to themselves.

They knew that if they continued to deal with it, Yan Murong would probably have more earth-shaking sentences.

It is obvious that the funeral is not serious, but they are talking about it.

"Oh, if you admit defeat, I will win," Yan Murong shouted in surprise, then turned to look at Yang Zhenxing with a smile on his face and asked, "Uncle Yang, I won, can I share the cake?"

"Haha, of course," Yang Zhenxing smiled, "The two lines of poetry in Nephew Yan just now really made me more knowledgeable----China has been talented since ancient times. If it were in ancient times, you would be considered half a poet,"

Just me, I will be the mob.

Yan Murong laughed silently. He didn't expect that Yang Zhenxing would praise him for no reason, but what he said was not reliable at all. He would be a cartridge company, and he would not mention it as a mock reporter.

"Okay, the cake will be divided later," Yang Zhenxing signaled the servant to push the giant cake as high as four meters, and looked at everyone and said, "Now Nephew Ye has admitted defeat, and no one has come to play against Nephew Yan,"

"No, no, admire,"

Everyone shook their heads, Damn, who dares to get on? Not to mention how much they have, just because this kid's ability to curse people without dirty words is enough to make them discourage -- we are not stupid, why should we go up and ask for scolding?

"It's so interesting. Yan Murong is always so surprising," Li Jianhua held the wine glass and said with a smile to Duan Zixuan. From his slightly red cheeks, he could see that he was smiling lightly just now.

"He is such a person," Duan Zixuan also laughed, "He never follows the normal routine in doing anything, but he always catches people off guard------this is a good thing,"

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