"Brother Yuan, don't be angry, they know they are wrong." Qiao Linglong chased forward and acted coquettishly.

On the street, Zhang Yuan was holding a fried dough stick wrapped in greased paper in his hand, expressionless, walking forward while chewing heavily, turning a deaf ear to the sound behind him.

"Oh! Don't be angry." Qiao Linglong trotted to Zhang Yuan with a grievance on her face: "I don't know you will be in pain for so long!"

Zhang Yuan stopped and stared at Qiao Linglong in front of him with an expressionless face, without saying a word.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm so shy." Qiao Linglong saw Zhang Yuan staring at her expressionlessly, and became so shy.

"Get out of the way." Zhang Yuan was still expressionless. He was speechless when he saw Qiao Linglong taking advantage of the situation. But he had no choice. Who told him to make his father like that yesterday?

"If you don't let me, you have to forgive me." Qiao Linglong stomped her feet and tried her best to make her eyes look sincere.

Zhang Yuan swallowed the last bite of fried dough sticks, wrapped it in the oil paper and held it in his hand, his tone was plain, "I'm not angry."

After he finished speaking, he stepped over Qiao Linglong and walked forward alone.

Qiao Linglong hurriedly caught up, "You said you were not angry, who would believe it? You can smell the smell of gunpowder on you just standing by your side!"

Zhang Yuan ignored her and walked forward alone, silently thinking about seeing Liu Zhonglei today.

When Kang Chao left last night, he had already agreed to visit Liu Zhonglei in person today.

Although Zhang Yuan did not care so much about Liu Zhonglei, it was because he had no interaction with Liu Zhonglei.

Now that the two parties have exchanges of interests, they must pay attention to this matter. Zhang Yuan has never been a person who ignores his future.

As the leading TV drama director in the Celestial Empire, Liu Zhonglei has no need to mention his status. His purpose in going to the pastoral poetry meeting was to make friends, so the person he wanted to make friends must be extraordinary.

So if Zhang Yuan helps Liu Zhonglei this time, he must not be perfunctory.

This also has something to do with Zhang Yuan's personal interests. After all, he could hear it clearly. The benefit Liu Zhonglei gave was a role plus a 600,000 Chinese currency.

How to make money from this deal? A poem may be priceless in the eyes of some people, but in Zhang Yuan's eyes, it is nothing.

As a top student in the history department in his previous life, Zhang Yuan was very sure of studying ancient poems. He memorized a poem and even made a piece of cake with Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts.

Zhang Yuan is obsessed with money. In his previous life, he had to spend a penny carefully before doing business. If he could eat a steamed bun for dinner, he would definitely not eat a two-dollar burn.

"Oh, Brother Yuan, don't go so fast! Wait for me, I can't keep up." Qiao Linglong saw that Zhang Yuan ignored her, she was a little anxious. In her impression, Brother Yuan was very gentle to her and was not tolerant. It seems that she was indeed a bit heavy this time, otherwise Brother Yuan wouldn't have been angry for so long.

Zhang Yuan could hear Qiao Linglong's voice, but now he was thinking more about meeting Liu Zhonglei, and he didn't care about Qiao Linglong at all.

Which is important, money or woman? That must be money. Do you still need to think about it?

Seeing that Zhang Yuan was still moving forward with an expressionless face, Qiao Linglong was really anxious and wanted to make Zhang Yuan happy.

"Oh, Brother Yuan, look at that tree is so beautiful!" If you can't coax it, you can only use the method of changing the topic. Qiao Linglong pretended to be surprised and pointed at the tree on the side of the road with almost falling leaves.

Zhang Yuan's face was calm and he didn't even look back.

"Brother Yuan, look at that child, you see, it's so funny. He still needs his father to hold him when he is so old." Qiao Linglong had no choice but to pursue Zhang Yuan again.

Zhang Yuan turned a deaf ear and continued to walk.

"Brother Yuan, look at that bun shop! The buns in that bun shop are super delicious."

"Brother Yuan! Do you think my newly bought hairband looks good?"

"Brother Yuan, my watch will shine!"

"Far......"

Qiao Linglong said all the way, and she almost said that she was dry. Zhang Yuan didn't react at all and was still moving forward steadily.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuan stopped.

"Brother Yuan, I bought one the day before yesterday... I wondered? Why did you stop? Are you not angry anymore?" Qiao Linglong saw Zhang Yuan stopping, thought Zhang Yuan was no longer angry, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"I'm home." Zhang Yuan was still cold and looked at Qiao Linglong indifferently, "You go back too, Swallow."

Qiao Linglong:...

Why is this person more difficult than a woman? Why is it that the more you coax, the more you become more angry?

Niang Xipi!

But she had no choice but to make her angry, she had to coax her back no matter what.

"Brother Yuan, don't be angry. I can't eat well or sleep when you are angry. I also want to go to the pastoral poetry meeting with my teacher. This is a good opportunity to show my face. You can't let me miss this opportunity, right?"

Qiao Linglong looked at Zhang Yuan with grievance, with a shriveled mouth.

After she finished speaking, Zhang Yuan stopped. He turned around and looked at Qiao Linglong with a look of surprise on his face, "You just said the pastoral poetry meeting?"

How could it be such a coincidence? I was just about to help Liu Zhonglei show his head at the pastoral poetry meeting, and the swallows are going here too?

When Qiao Linglong saw Zhang Yuan turn around, she quickly cheered up and said, "Yes, it's a pastoral poetry meeting. My teacher finally agreed to me and took me to see it for a long time!"

Zhang Yuan nodded. He knew that Qiao Linglong was a top student in the literature major of Peking University, and also knew that she had always had good grades in the school, so it was normal that she could be selected by the teacher to go to the pastoral poetry meeting.

"Perform well when you go."

"We must perform well. If we are attracted by Mr. Shezhang and leave a good impression in his heart, then I will not rise to the top in the future!" Qiao Linglong is still very confident in her literary foundation. No matter what, she is a person who has won the award in literary composition.

Well, the last question of the literature class test paper in this world is also an essay, but what is different from the previous life is that this essay is not that essay.

This "literary" refers to poetry.

Composition is a general term in this world, not like an article in the previous life.

Writing means talent, and writing is also an intuitive manifestation of talent.

"Then you haven't gone home to read a book, and you won't even light up when you sharpen your guns in the face of battle." Zhang Yuan looked at Qiao Linglong speechlessly.

"Whether the gun is sharpened before the battle, it will be bright?" Qiao Linglong's eyes lit up after hearing this, and she instantly tasted it, "Good sentence!"

This gun is not a firearm, but a red tassel gun.

"Just talk casually." Zhang Yuan shook his head calmly, and then said, "I'm not angry with you. Go back quickly, I'm just thinking about things on the way."

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Chapter completed!