Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The ridiculed Meng Ziheng's ears turned red, and he also felt that he was making a big fuss just now. Not to mention that it is not ancient, there is not so much red tape, it is that they are both boys, and it is a common thing to take a shirtless bath together.

His own reaction, on the contrary, is that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Touching his nose embarrassingly, he glanced at Song Ye's hand holding the pen, and Meng Ziheng suddenly asked, "Have you studied calligraphy?" The posture can see clues.

"Well, I know a little bit." Song Ye nodded, he had been involved in all walks of life in his previous life, especially in handwriting, but he was too utilitarian, incomparable to everyone like Meng Ziheng.

Meng Ziheng felt that she was being modest, "You introduced yourself in the class before. I have seen your blackboard writing, which is very artistic. If possible, I would like to ask you to inscribe a few words for this painting. It’s what we did together.”

Song Ye's eyes lit up when he mentioned this, and he smiled without realizing it. He turned around and wrote five words in the upper left corner with another brush dipped in ink, "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix Picture".

The font is elegant, but the end of the stroke is full of madness. Just like Song Ye, his appearance is as cold as the moon, but his heart is mad.

"Good word, this picture of a hundred birds facing a phoenix, with your polish, is perfect." Meng Ziheng praised repeatedly with satisfaction, never expecting his roommate to have such ability and talent, he was clumsy before and almost missed it A like-minded friend.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at each other. The young man's face was rare and beautiful, his profile was impeccable, his skin was delicate and fair, the bridge of his nose was straight, the corners of his mouth were lightly smiling, and Those deep, cold eyes.

Others said that he was good-looking and a handsome young man, but looking at the young man in front of him, Meng Ziheng wanted to tell those people that he was unparalleled in the world.

It has to be said that Song Ye's Danqing conception and calligraphy made Meng Ziheng's favorability skyrocket, approaching breaking the table.

In the next few nights, every time he painted or finished his calligraphy, he would ask Song Ye to comment and appreciate it, which really exhausted a lot of Song Ye's artistic skills.

I have a roommate who is crazy about art, and it makes me tired to think about it.

The first week of school went by in a hurry, Song Ye didn't receive Qin Zhan's call again, thinking that he would fall into trouble this time, and would not give up so easily.

My eldest brother looked at the sense of justice, but in fact some methods were much more sinister than her, and Claire and the Han family would not be able to get a bargain this time.

Originally, she was thinking of Dingfeng committing the crime, and after the Han family was unlucky, she never thought about the moths caused by the eldest lady of the Han family, and it was far more than that.

Shi Yigao's first weekend was off. Song Ye didn't go to the company to deal with things, nor did he come out with Wang Tiechuan to celebrate his graduation.

Early in the morning, Meng Ziheng called and asked for the address of Song Ye's house.

Downstairs, Song Ye, who was the last one to come out, looked at the four sports cars in silence. These young masters in Shi Shi seemed to love sports cars very much.

"What are you dawdling about? It's like a woman. You need someone to pick you up when you go out. It's too much trouble." Le Mingyu had a stinky face. The place, found that it was also at a medium level, and immediately pouted, the suspicion of Song Ye's clinging was still hard to dispel.

"Okay, you can't say a few words. It's rare for everyone to come out to play together. Song Ye, get in the car and ignore him." Fang Ye leaned his head out of the other car and greeted him.

Song Ye nodded, turned around and got into his car, so fast that Meng Ziheng didn't even have a chance to speak.

The latter looked at his empty passenger seat with a displeased expression on his face. He stepped on the accelerator and galloped out. After a while, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Ziheng, what are you doing so fast, wait for me." Gu Yitong was second, afraid of being left behind, so he hurriedly chased after him.

The two girls were in the back seat of the car, amused by their frizzy personalities, and were still giggling after a long distance.

The sun is still good and the weather is fine. In this early autumn season, the seven-member team came out to play for the first time, and the location was set at the Sega Building.

It's been half a year since Song Ye came here last time. People come and go at the entrance of the Sega Building, and there are still not many passengers in the daytime.

"Second young master, you are here, please go upstairs, is it still the same today?" The waiter saw Le Mingyu coming, and immediately greeted him with a smile. Everyone knows that the boss loves his younger brother, and every time he comes, he lets him whirring drink.

Le Mingyu was holding a light on his face, and raised his head a little proudly: "The third floor, the shooting range."

"This..." The waiter's originally smiling face suddenly froze, and his expression became embarrassed, "Second Young Master, the boss on the third floor told me not to enter today, look, why don't you..."

"Why don't you let us in? We're just going to have fun. We come here specially. It's alright. At most, it doesn't take up space and stop talking nonsense." Le Mingyu interrupted the waiter, and his face was a little unsettled. He saved his mind to cut Song Ye's face today. If he couldn't even get upstairs, he would be the one who would be embarrassed.

So, regardless of the waiter's obstruction, Le Mingyu got on the elevator with a tough attitude.

Song Ye always stood aside and did not speak, even if Le Mingyu acted rudely, he did not show his emotions.

Because, today, she is going to take advantage of the strong wind of Le Mingyu to blow open the door of the Sega Building.

With a ding, the elevator door opened on the third floor, and a group of seven people, led by Le Mingyu, strode into the venue, looked up, and immediately saw a dozen men in suits and leather shoes in the shooting range, with guns in their hands, Hearing the movement, they all looked towards this side, and their expressionless faces exuded a thick evil spirit.

With just one glance, Le Mingyu stopped, frowning slightly.

"Second Young Master, why are you here? The boss is on the top floor." The manager on the side strode over and immediately stopped in front of Le Mingyu. Although his attitude was respectful, he showed that he didn't want a few people to pass by.

"Are they my brother's guests?" Le Mingyu didn't move, looking at those people without a trace.

"Yes, there is a game here today, and they are all guests of the boss." The manager explained in a low voice.

"Why don't you look like a serious person, eldest brother, don't let people deceive people, just keep an eye on them, don't let them mess around here." Le Mingyu turned to the group of people with some disgust.

I don't know if Le Mingyu's voice was too loud, or the other party's ears were too good. As soon as the voice fell, he saw one of the black-clothed men turn his gun and pointed towards this side.