Chapter 367 My sister is very good at threatening people
Meng Chenghong was about to lean over to eavesdrop when Han Yitong suddenly stopped him: "I heard you're good at running script?"
He straightened his back proudly: "Master said that my copy of the Lanting Preface has 70% of its charm."
"Oh?" Han Yitong pulled out a roll of rice paper from her briefcase. "I just happened to have a piece of practice with me. Young Master Meng, please give me some pointers."
The moment the rice paper unfolded, Mr. Wu took a breath of cold air.
The imitation of "Kuaixue Shiqing Tie" on paper is so smooth and graceful that the turning points are even more sharp than the original.
Meng Chenghong's ears instantly turned red.
"This... which master's work is this?" His voice trembled.
"It's not from a calligraphy master," Han Yitong said as she slowly rolled up the rice paper. "There are always people better than you. There are countless people who are more talented than you, and even more who work harder than you. In the face of absolute strength, talent is nothing to mention."
She suddenly pointed at the calligraphy hanging on the bamboo screen in the lobby. "That painting, 'The Highest Good is Like Water,' has abrupt transitions and a frivolous ending. Your current work isn't even one thousandth as good as your first calligraphy competition."
The air suddenly became quiet and Meng Chenghong's face flushed.
Meng Anran was watching the show with great interest not far away. Qin Mu put his arm around the girl's shoulders and immediately realized that this show was specially prepared for Meng Chenghong.
It was planned earlier than they knew.
The neatly cut short hair made Han Yitong's face look particularly cold and stern. Her clear voice was even more blunt in every word: "No wonder Mr. Wu said that he took you as his apprentice because he valued your potential."
She deliberately emphasized the word "potential".
Meng Chenghong was struck by lightning, his youthful pride shattered. He looked to his master for help, but saw that Old Wu was looking down at his thumb ring, as if he hadn't heard their conversation.
"Okay, it's time to go." Meng Anran came over to smooth things over, rubbed his brother's drooping head, and whispered a reminder: "There's still a year until the new season of the National Calligraphy Competition. Don't forget our agreement."
As the convoy left the resort, Qin Mu's Maybach was at the front. Suddenly, a roar of an engine came, and the cool and stylish Hennessey Venom sped up, suddenly turning around and becoming the lead car.
Qin Mu quickly slammed on the brakes, staring ahead with a frown. This was a mountain road, and if he braked suddenly, the cars behind him would crash into him, or he might panic and swerve the steering wheel into the mountain.
Is this madman Lu Yi doing things without considering the consequences at all?
An Xiaoran is in the car!
Han Yitong, who was behind, saw Lu Yi's car going up and felt something was wrong. Old Wu was in her car, so for safety's sake, she switched lanes up the mountain and floored the accelerator, passing the convoy and getting ahead.
In the passenger seat of the Maybach, Meng Anran narrowed his eyes dangerously, looking at Lu Yi in front of him who was arrogantly raising his thumb and slowly turning it downwards. The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he laughed out loud in anger.
"Don't worry about him." She gently comforted Qin Mu, "He has a mental illness."
Qin Mu smiled, and his previous anger and irritation were dispelled by An Xiaoran's words.
He kept a relatively safe distance from the car in front to prevent Lu Yi from suddenly getting sick and slamming on the brakes. At this moment, Meng Anran's phone rang. It was the mentally ill person calling.
"Sister, his driving skills are so bad, how dare you ride in his car? Why don't you get in my car, the passenger seat will always be reserved for you." Lu Yi's playful voice came through the receiver, as if with deliberate provocation.
Meng Anran rolled her eyes, not understanding why Lu Yi could be so confident. He had been as arrogant as a fool since he was a child.
"It's easier to get killed if you sit on your passenger seat, right?" It was not like she had never experienced this before. Every time she sat on his passenger seat, nothing good would happen.
Either it drifts in the rain or it falls off a cliff.
Or, he would kidnap you and take you as a "hostage" or throw you into the river.
It's not the passenger seat, it's clearly a guillotine.
"I've survived so many times when my life was on the line in the arena, how could I let you lose your life?" Lu Yi laughed softly, his voice as sharp as a poisonous snake's tongue.
Meng Anran was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Lu Yi had liked racing since junior high school. Even without a driver's license, he started to play with cars on remote mountain roads with a group of second-generation rich kids.
There's a reason why he became a national racing champion.
Therefore, the so-called "near-death" dangers she encountered were all premeditated by him with full confidence.
"You're sick." She frowned and said, "Is it fun to use my life to awaken your sanity?"
"The expression on your face when you were crying and begging me was very interesting." Lu Yi raised his thin lips in a wicked arc. Whenever he recalled little Anran begging him to save her with tears on her face, he always felt a strong sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Except for the time when he wanted to throw her into the river, he really started to give up on himself and wanted his sister to go to hell with him.
"Get out!" Meng Anran cursed angrily, but it didn't seem to have much deterrent effect.
Because the angrier she was, the happier Lu Yi was.
His evil taste was always like this, as if he treated her as a toy, and he could get pleasure from seeing her have strong emotional ups and downs.
Meng Anran didn't want to communicate any more with this madman, so she asked Qin Mu to speed up and overtake him, staying away from Lu Yi.
Qin Mu was about to step on the accelerator deeper when suddenly a harsh metal friction sound came from the phone.
I saw the Hennessey Venom in front of me swaying from side to side as if out of control, and the rear end of the car swung in a dangerous arc on the mountain road.
"This..." Qin Mu's voice suddenly rose. He was not sure whether Lu Yi's car had brake failure.
But Meng Anran knew very well that Lu Yi was showing off his driving skills and would not allow their car to overtake.
"Lu Yi, I spent a lot of time and effort to buy your car. If you dare to scratch it, I guarantee that all the sports cars in your garage will be gone." She said in a cold voice to the person on the other end of the phone.
"My sister is very good at threatening people." Lu Yi replied with a chuckle, but did not do anything dangerous again.
Suddenly, it accelerated and sped away. In just two or three seconds, even the taillights disappeared from Qin Mu and Meng Anran's sight.
He said, "It's rare for me to be free now, so I'm going to relax for a while today. Sister, I'll play with you next time."
The phone was disconnected with a beep, and Meng Anran rolled her eyes in anger.
I was such a loser that I picked him up from Lu’s Pharmaceuticals!
Three hours later, the convoy got off the highway and officially entered Beijing, then split up and headed in different directions.
Han Yitong, who had left the team from the beginning, had already arrived at Jinguhuayuan with Mr. Wu, Yang Yan and Meng Chenghong.
Meng Anran also received her report immediately: [Arrived. I will follow your instructions and encourage your brother to practice calligraphy in the next few days.]
Meng Anran curled her red lips. To deal with Meng Chenghong's arrogance, there was no better person than the sharp-tongued Han Yitong.
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