Wu Xia covered his neck with his hands, snorted, and retorted: "Why should I be good? I've been good before?"
Looking at her red lips that opened and closed, Xu Guoping thought of the way she was obediently letting others bully her in bed, and said in a low voice: "Be good."
Seeing Xu Guoping like this, Wu Xia was slightly stunned.
"How is that possible!" She retorted subconsciously, her big wavy hair swaying slightly with her movements, looking very charming.
Xu Guoping took advantage of her not paying attention and pecked her red lips directly before leaving with satisfaction.
"you!"
Wu Xia touched his lips and realized that someone had taken advantage of him. Just when he was about to argue with him, Cong Min came over from behind with his bag.
"Xia Xia, you two have such a good relationship."
In front of Cong Min, Wu Xia didn't want people to know their true relationship, so he snorted and said vaguely: "He swore to be good to me back then."
"Yo yo yo, it's true love, but it makes me so sad." Cong Min laughed, and she winked at Wu Xia again: "Since people are so good to you, you should pay more attention to them. I heard They work very hard.”
She pointed at Xu Guoping's collar: "I think his sweater is old. Do you want to knit a sweater for him? I brought a pattern book for knitting sweaters. Let's learn together?"
Wu Xia couldn't resist Cong Min's enthusiasm. She knew that Cong Min really wanted her and Xu Guoping to have a good life, but their relationship was really not what she thought!
"Have you finished writing your poem?" Wu Xia changed the subject.
When she mentioned this, Cong Min felt a little worried, and then her eyes lit up: "Xia Xia, please help me. Writing poetry must be a piece of cake for you."
Seeing her coquettishly waving her arms, Wu Xia had no choice but to agree.
When the two returned to the auditorium, the leaders of the army and other people who participated in the condolences activities were also gathered inside.
Bai Tingting was like a proud white swan teaching her poems to the army leaders. When she saw Wu Xia coming in, she said provocatively: "Wu Xia, do you dare to compete with me this time?"
This time, it was Boss Bai who wrote the poem for her himself. Boss Bai’s writing skills are well-known in the entire cultural hall. His willingness to help her write poems is equivalent to booking the first position for her. Where is Bai Tingting? Why don't you use this opportunity to slap Wu Xia in the face?
"You wouldn't dare, would you?"
When Wu Xia didn't answer, Bai Tingting smiled proudly.
"What good does it do me to compare myself to a defeated subordinate like you?"
Wu Xia's words made everyone nod. Yes, she has proven her literary talent. Now she is competing with you. It is normal to win. If Bai Tingting takes advantage of her if she loses, why should she compete with her? ah?
Everyone's discussion made Bai Tingting's face froze. She didn't expect Wu Xia to be so smart and even plot against herself.
But he was unwilling to be inferior to her. This was an opportunity that finally defeated Wu Xia.
"Then how did you agree to compete with me?"
Wu Xia laughed: "I won't make it difficult for you. Let's do this. If you lose, I will ask a question and you tell everyone a story."
Seeing her conditions, Bai Tingting agreed without any hesitation.
Wu Xia had already prepared a poem, but now she asked Cong Min for paper and pen to write a poem on the spot. She remembered that it was written by someone in her previous life to praise the soldiers in the army, and it was just right for today's occasion.
She glanced at Bai Tingting. Since she felt that she didn't slap her hard enough, she would satisfy her today!
When she finished writing, the leader of the army took the two poems over and asked someone to recite them on the spot. The first poem was by Bai Tingting. This poem was magnificent and majestic, making people feel soul-stirring.
After reading, everyone clapped excitedly. Bai Tingting glanced at Wu Xia proudly and thought to herself: Let's see how you compare with me this time.
Then, I read the poems written by Wu Xia. Comparing the two, Wu Xia's poems are even more outstanding.
However, people from the Provincial Department of Culture came to visit in person today. The army leader planned to give him face and wanted to declare a draw between the two. At this time, Wu Xia spoke.
"There is a word you use incorrectly in this poem. Beloved is mostly used by women to address their husbands. By using it here, you are treating all the officers and soldiers as your husband?"
Bai Tingting didn't expect that Wu Xia would find fault with her words. She glared at her and said, "What's wrong? They are the cutest people. There's nothing wrong with me calling them my beloved."
"Haha." Wu Xia laughed: "It seems that this poem was not written by you."
As soon as she said these words, the smile on Bai Tingting's face disappeared. How did she know?
Seeing her expression, Wu Xia knew that he had guessed correctly. Who could it be if it wasn't her?
She turned her eyes in the field and saw a strange face sitting in the corner. She looked a lot like Bai Lao Er and looked a few years older than Bai Lao Er.
Wu Xia knew in his mind that the person who wrote the poem should be the boss Bai in front of him.
"You asked your brother to make it for you, right? When a man uses the word "beloved man" in this poem, it has a completely different meaning than when a woman uses it, but you didn't realize it at all and just used it blindly. Also Do you know where the place name appears here?"
Bai Tingting was speechless and couldn't say it, because she really didn't know, but now so many people were watching her, she gritted her teeth and said, "So what if I haven't been here before? This is just me praising the heroic deeds. Made up."
When he heard her say this, Boss Bai realized that Bai Tingting did not have as much cultural knowledge as Wu Xia. This time, her face was swollen by Wu Xia.
But he also knew in his heart that Bai Tingting could not be blamed for what happened this time. It was because he did not explain the meaning clearly to her.
Who knew the two of them would compete together?
But Bai Laoer didn't say that, "Brother, you saw it. If Bai Tingting hadn't been making trouble there, it wouldn't be so embarrassing."
Being farther away from Bai Tingting, Bai Laoer's rationality has returned a lot.
Bai Yuxing frowned and glanced at his younger brother, "Second brother, why have you changed this time? Didn't you love Tingting the most in the past? You will go up in a while and say that you wrote this poem."
Bai Yushan was different from him. As a reporter, he didn't have much room for promotion anyway. Even if he helped his sister, it wouldn't hurt.
But I am different. Now is a sensitive period for promotion, and there must be no mistakes.
When Bai Laoer heard that his brother was going to push him out, he became a little unhappy.
"Your face is a face, isn't my face a face? It has nothing to do with me this time, I won't go up."
He had already embarrassed enough people in front of everyone before, and he didn't want to go around and embarrass himself again.
"And this time he is going to compete with Wu Xia. He should bear the consequences of what he does."
After Bai Laoer finished speaking, he was afraid that his brother would push him up, so he ran away quickly.
