"oh."

Song Ruyue said "Oh" and didn't force it anymore. She still said with a smile on her face: "It doesn't matter, just wait until you have revised it and then write it to me."

Tang Jiasong's face was stiff and he didn't dare to raise his head. He cupped his hands and said, "Well, Jiasong will definitely work hard to revise it."

Unexpectedly, Song Ruyue added another sentence: "Don't be anxious, just revise slowly. I believe that with your talent Jia Song, the revised work will be better than that of my useless son-in-law. Huh, this kid just couldn't think of anything."

I didn’t think about it for a while, I didn’t even type a draft, I read it out casually in one breath, without changing a word, it’s like I don’t have any respect for the work! Compared with you, Jia Song, you are a million miles away!”

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even stiffer, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. He was immediately ashamed and dared not stay any longer. He quickly cupped his hands with a blushing face and said: "Song... Aunt Song, um, I still have friends over there. Let me go first."

Go say hello and come back later."

Song Ruyue smiled and said: "Go ahead, there will be a second show later. I believe you can write better poems."

Tang Jiasong did not dare to reply, blushed, and hurriedly retreated.

After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared and her expression darkened.

Qin Weimo glanced at her and asked doubtfully: "Mother, you...you seem to suddenly dislike that Mr. Tang?"

When Song Ruyue heard this, she rolled her eyes: "What do you mean I suddenly don't like that Mr. Tang? Have I ever liked him?"

Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment and said weakly: "Yesterday, my mother was full of praise for him..."

Song Ruyue snorted coldly and said angrily: "I didn't! You heard wrong!"

Qin Weimo: "..."

After a moment, Song Ruyue said with a cold face: "That man is not good, Weimo, don't see him again, and don't talk to him again. Humph, your Aunt Zhang is just unreliable. Who did you introduce?

Not only is he poor, but he also likes to brag. He also has a sneaky look, which makes him not a good person at first glance."

When Qin Weimo heard this, he looked curious: "Mother, where is Mr. Tang so sneaky?"

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said: "Eye, appearance, demeanor, temperament. Let me tell you, I have seen many guys like this who like to put on airs. They do one thing in front of others and another behind their backs. On the surface, they look like good people than anyone else, but secretly they do all kinds of bad things.

I didn't like him when I saw him today. This is my mother's intuition. My mother's intuition is always right. Don't worry, mother will not push you into a pit of fire."

Luo Qingzhou was listening and thought to himself, this mother-in-law has a lot of skills, she is not a stupid woman who is only narcissistic and arrogant.

Qin Weimo suddenly blinked his eyes and whispered: "Mother, can you see my brother-in-law? What kind of person do you think my brother-in-law is?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the boy next to her, rolled her eyes, and said only two words: "Idiot!"

Qin Weimo bit her pink lips, laughed softly, and took another peek at the young man beside her. Her beautiful eyes were watery, and she didn't dare to speak anymore.

Not long after.

Oiran Wuyi's voice suddenly came from the stage: "Guests, please be quiet. The results of this first poetry competition have come out. But for the sake of fairness and to make everyone convinced, here are the top three works.

The ranking has not been finalized yet. After the little girl reads out these three works, everyone can comment. If you feel that the ranking is inappropriate, the seniors will discuss and comment again."

As soon as these words came out, the hall that was noisy just now immediately became quiet.

The oiran held three pieces of rice paper in his hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one.

Everyone in the audience was holding their breath and concentrating, their eyes were blazing, and they were secretly hoping that one of their own works would be among them.

Qin Weimo was not worried at all.

She turned her head and looked at the young man beside her, her eyes moved, and she asked in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, do you look good?"

Luo Qingzhou had no choice but to look away from the stage, looked at her and said, "It doesn't look good."

Qin Weimo's mouth showed a playful look, half-smiling but not smiling: "Weimo is asking... Weimo himself. Brother-in-law, do you think Weimo is not good-looking?"

Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, another "cough" sound suddenly came from beside him.

Song Ruyue glared at him with a cold face.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to speak anymore.

At this time, the oiran on the stage had already begun to read out the first piece.
Chapter completed!