The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 302: Is it really so sour?

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The next second, Kong Wenmin's whole body froze, and his eyes that had been dazed suddenly became clear. Apparently he just woke up. He suddenly turned his head to look at Kong Wenjie, and said with a black line on his face: "I ...I haven’t drunk that sour scholar named Chen?!”

"No! Brother, please don't say that I am your brother in the future. It's too shameless!" Kong Wenjie quickly added words to Kong Wenmin about what happened yesterday, "Tell me about you, a bigoted person. He is a man, at least half a head taller than Mr. Chen, right? Not to mention the tendons on your body, with a physique like yours, if you punch Mr. Chen in front of him, you will just stare at him without moving, then Chen Mr. Chen is also worried about you, isn't he? You're good, you choose what you're not good at, but what's the result? After twelve glasses of wine, Mr. Chen went home well, but you went straight to the table The bottom is gone, my brother, I used the strength of my old nose to drag you back to the house in such a shameful manner. Little did I know that the trouble is still coming. This night, you didn't feel bad for a moment, you were vomiting and vomiting. He was shouting, and he would use his hands on the kang from time to time. My dear fellow, instead of using your fists and feet to greet the little scholar, you would use your fists and feet to greet me. Take a look at your brother's face. Is it more haggard than usual? "

Kong Wenmin stared at Kong Wenjie's face as expected. He was not worried about whether Kong Wenjie was really haggard. He was worried about something else. He asked nervously: "That person named Chen is more serious. Is nothing wrong?"

"No, she is very nice. She doesn't stagger when she walks. She comes and goes like the wind. The most important thing is that she doesn't even blush! She looks like a wine putty at first glance!" Kong Wenjie He replied quickly.

In fact, Chen Qingxuan was not like what Kong Wenjie described. He was still barely able to support himself in the prefect's Yamen, but as soon as he left the gate, his legs began to arouse and he was finally beaten by the guards of the prefect's Yamen. He was sent back just out of mischief. Kong Wenjie told such a little lie to make his brother, who had always been unfailing, become so embarrassed. He really admired Chen Qingxuan to death. .

Sure enough, the next second, Kong Wenmin’s face turned even more ugly, like an eggplant beaten by frost. He lay back down with a "pop", took a few breaths of self-defeat, and suddenly stood upright, sitting up. He straightened up and yelled through gritted teeth: "How can a scholar know how to drink?! How can he drink?! It can be seen that he is not an honest boss in ordinary times! He may be living in a wild life! With his kind of virtue, he still thinks about it! Climbing the high branches of the magistrate’s family, bah!”

The corner of Kong Wenjie's mouth twitched: "..."

I mean, brother, is it really okay to be so sour?

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Kong Wenmin felt regretful. He rubbed his nose and said indifferently: "This is not a matter of whether you can climb a high tree or not. What I mean is, if he is really a serious person, How can a serious scholar have the time and attention to drink? Since he is so good at drinking, he must not have the time or attention to study seriously, so he must not be a serious scholar..."

"I mean, brother...what exactly do you want to say?" Kong Wenjie asked quietly.

"What the hell!" Kong Wenmin opened his teeth and claws like an enraged lion, "If you don't wash up and get up quickly, how long do you want to wait?!"

"I've already dressed it up," Kong Wenjie stretched out his hand to lift his quilt, revealing that he was fully dressed, while yawning and looking at Kong Wenjie's chicken head with interest. "Brother, did you get this hairstyle after sleeping in someone else's chicken coop? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so difficult..."

"Get out of here!" Kong Wenmin was so angry that he flew out and kicked Kong Wenjie's calf hard.

"Hiss! Where is the person who picks people to kick their muscles?!" Kong Wenjie suddenly gritted his teeth in pain. While covering his calf, he looked at Kong Wenmin with an aggrieved face, "I said, brother You can't get enough of Chen Xiucai, so you take it out on me, right? Miss Fang is a pretty girl who spends too much time and alcohol like Chen Xiucai, so you can't get too angry, right? But what does this have to do with me?! I'm your brother, you I’m willing to take action, let me tell you..."

"Shut up!" Kong Wenmin was so busy that she covered Kong Wenjie's mouth in a panic.