His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 120

He came to the front and bowed to the old man first, "Master Feng, I went to the police station on the way. I'm late. Forgive me."

The old man's expression was relatively calm, "Mr. Zhu doesn't need to be too polite. What did you mean by what you just said?"

Zhu Danjing smiled slowly, and under everyone's astonished eyes, he walked behind Tang Qianmiao and put his hand on the chair: "I would like to introduce to you, this ordinary high school student is respected by everyone in the calligraphy world. The original master of the heart."

The whole place was silent.

The first thought that pops up in almost everyone's mind is: incredible.

"This... As far as I know, Yuan Xin is an old gentleman, so, how could this be..." Some people really didn't believe it.

Zhu Danjing took it easy and said with a smile: "I swear as the president of the National Calligraphy Association, this Miss Tang is Yuan Xin."

He added: "There are nine out of ten rumors, which allows the liar to take advantage. Children's ability to distinguish between true and false is limited. As parents, you must guide them well in the future."

Shi Chengan was completely stunned, unable to utter a word, he hurried back with the police, just wanting to leave this place that made him humiliated!

Not only him, but also Feng Chuchu, Lin Wenyu, Tang Yi and others fell into shock for a long time.

Some people lowered their heads, their faces flushed, as if they had been slapped a few times in the face, while others looked at Qian Miao frequently, their eyes full of surprise and admiration.

Some people were so surprised that their hands softened, and the tableware in their hands fell to the ground. The loud voice broke everyone's shock.

The voices of discussion quickly rose, and the evaluation of Tang Qianmiao completely turned to the other extreme. The evaluation of her words also changed from "do not learn martial arts and have no skin" to "calligraphy genius, knowledgeable and reasonable, beautiful and generous" and other words .

The previous President Huang had already begun to discuss with his wife how to get his son to chase Qian Miao and then marry the Tang family.

The lady, who was full of broken words a few minutes ago, almost couldn't resist the questioning from other people, so she said embarrassedly, "I'm not from their family, and I don't understand."

Tang Yi's hand trembled slightly. For the first time, he looked at Tang Qianmiao so seriously.

Suddenly, some distant memories flooded into my mind—

"Husband, Miao Miao disappeared today. We have been looking for her for a long time. Guess where we finally found her? It was in the log cabin in the back mountain. She broke into someone else's house, drank a can of wine by mistake, and fell asleep. I can't get out of bed."

"Husband, Miao met a master who was drinking last time. In order to make her lose the money, the master asked her to report to him every day to learn to write."

Thinking of these, Tang Yi's eyes were cold and stiff.

At that time, she was only five years old.

At that time, Yun Huan told him this, and he didn't take it seriously. Later, when that incident happened again, he never cared about the child's situation again.

After sending it to the temple, Yun Huan did not dare to tell him anything about the child. Later, Yun Ruyi often reported it, but it was either fighting or stealing.

Just as he was thinking, his arm was suddenly touched.

Turning his head, his dazed eyes became slightly more focused.

"Husband, do you think it's possible?"

Tang Yi was in a mess, so she told her to shut up.

Yun Ruyi squeezed her palm, her eyes darkening.

Lin Wenyu's body was icy cold, and he couldn't believe it, it would be true.

Full marks in mathematics, physics and chemistry, outstanding in the field of calligraphy.

It was actually Tang Qianmiao, who had always been lazy and ignorant!

At this moment, she felt that Tang Qianmiao was suddenly so far away from her that she couldn't catch up.

Her heart was sour, so sour that she couldn't eat a grain of rice at all.

At this time, many people came over, congratulated Tang Yi, and praised Tang Qian Miao wildly.

No one mentioned her a word or a word.

(Good afternoon~)