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The girl was less than twenty years old and had a fair and pure complexion. Her face was fair and had a hint of pink. Her pair of clear and bright eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky.

A ponytail fell over her shoulders, and a light blue dress looked very different from the black and white suits around her.

The girl's facial features were as delicate as if they had been socketed the day after tomorrow. The ratio was simply perfect. Her eyes were ethereal, and her nose was naturally dexterous. In addition, her cherry-like mouth was lit with a rosy blush. There was even a trace of stubbornness in her pouting. She looked like a beauty that could topple empires and sink ducks.

While the girl was patting her head, the dress in front of her was propped up. Although the charm couldn't be seen clearly, the beautiful peony embroidered on the dress made one's imagination run wild.

The dress covered her knees and her jade-like legs supported her petite body. Just this light inspiration was already enough to cause one to feel a trace of tender affection.

The girl held her breath, not holding back her strength. The brush in her hand was flowing smoothly on the paper.

Every time the girl finished writing a line of words, the crowd burst into cheers.

When the four lines of sixteen characters were completely written by her father-in-law, all of the men who were the size of her uncles started clapping their hands in admiration.

"This little girl is so mischievous. Her calligraphy skills are indeed experts. She really has the demeanor of a master …"

"She is truly worthy of being the direct daughter of the Tian Clan. She will definitely have great accomplishments in the future …"

"It's written well, it's really good …"

Zhang Yitian also looked at the calligraphy piece, it really had quite the standard. There were probably people who would collect them at a high price just for this small piece of paper.

The girl had a pretty face, but she exuded the bearing of a little adult. No matter how much praise was given to her by the people around her, her expression was still as calm as water. There was not even a hint of arrogance or joy in her expression.

Zhang Yitian stared at the girl for a long time. She was truly a fresh and refined beauty.

"YiTian, what do you think of this girl's level?" Jiang Yiming patted Zhang Yitian and asked.

Zhang Yitian looked at the girl who was in a daze, and was struck by Jiang Yiming.

After Zhang Yitian recovered his senses for a moment, he felt that his answer was strange, thinking whether he was talking about the beautiful and forceful writing, or the devastatingly beautiful face.

Seeing Zhang Yitian's panic, Jiang Yiming laughed and asked: "Does this old brother recognize this girl?"

The redness on Zhang Yitian's face had not faded, but facing Jiang Yiming's questioning, she shook her head.

Instead, Jiang Yiming chuckled, and whispered into Zhang Yitian's ears: "This girl really has some background, in the future, you will slowly get to know her!"

Zhang Yitian nodded his head again. When he saw the girl, he was no longer at peace, which was to be expected, the men in the house, the few of them were perverts, and he saw many beautiful girls, how many of them were moved by her?

The girl nodded her head solemnly to Jiang Yiming, treating him as a form of greeting, but after looking at Zhang Yitian with her bright and clear eyes, she turned her gaze away, not saying a word.

That was normal. There were forty to fifty people in the room, but wasn't this girl unable to handle all of them? Giving Zhang Yitian another glance was already considered benevolent. If it were other people, wouldn't they be jealous to death?

There was a man in his fifties with the girl. Half his hair was bald, and the other half was grayish-white.

The old man didn't say a word the whole time. He stood behind the girl with a cold expression on his face. His body was straight like a wooden stake.

Just as the girl turned her head to leave, the old man with the wooden stake raised his leg to follow her. However, before he could move, he heard someone from the crowd cry out, "Tian Ning, it's been a few months and your calligraphy has improved a lot?"

Hearing the voice, almost everyone turned their gazes over and saw a thirty year old yellow-haired youth standing in the crowd. His face was also very white, the same as the girl's.

The girl's skin was as cold as ice, and her personality was also the same. The young man's face, on the other hand, was deathly pale. The two faces looked similar, but they were thousands of miles apart.

Hearing the shout, the girl stopped her footsteps and followed everyone's gaze. When the crowd saw the young man, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Aiyo, isn't this the young master of the Meng family? "Why are you back already?"

"Hehe, this brat actually came as well. Looks like there's going to be a good show tonight …"

"Meng Songyou? Is this really a character? "

Speaking of Meng Songyou, in this Linxi that wasn't that big of a deal, he could be considered famous, but he didn't actually accumulate all of this, it was mostly to surround his father.

Young Master Meng has been doted on a lot since he was young. As long as his father can do it, and his son can say it out loud, he will do it for you.

In this kind of environment, it would be weird if there were any good seedlings to grow. This Meng Songyou had been around famous people since he was sixteen or seventeen, and liked to stock up today.

Boss Meng didn't like to discipline this young master ever since he was young. Now that he had grown up, he was even more powerless.

Meng Songyou's name wasn't bad, but it was a pity that this pine tree was crooked.

Jiang Yiming was also surprised. Half a year ago, Young Master Meng beat a person into a vegetable and seeing that he could not even settle the score with his father's money, he had no choice but to leave the country to avoid disaster.

But before the aftermath of the battle had dissipated, this kid had suddenly appeared again. Anyone who saw him would be very surprised.

Zhang Yitian looked at this Young Master Meng carefully. Although he had never heard of his astonishing memories, he could tell that he was not a good person.

He wore a colorful suit with a black and white tie. He was tall and skinny, and although he was standing, his suit was half collapsed.

On his feet was a pair of white pointed leather shoes. If one looked closely, they could see that there were also four to five centimeters high heels behind him. What kind of appearance was this?

Zhang Yitian laughed twice, and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to turn around, Meng Songyou opened his mouth: "Tian Family's little sister, we meet again?"

Meng Songyou's tone was very sissy, he extended a few slender fingers that looked like skin and bones, and was about to touch Tian Ning.

But before his hand could reach out, it was suddenly deflected away by a hand.

"Teacher Meng, please have some self-respect!" The one who spoke was the servant by Tian Ning's side. His tone was laced with a trace of threat. It was as if he was saying that if you didn't control your own weight, the consequences would be dire!

Meng Songyou glared at the old man and retracted his hand but he continued to curse, "Old thing, what are you? Tian Clan is just a dog, why do you still want to threaten me? "

The old man's face was sullen, he did not say a word, and with a single step, he stepped between Tian Ning and Meng Songyou, separating the two of them like a wall.

Tian Ning did not turn back as well. She did not even have a single thought left on her mind to look at this lackey.

Tian Ning's small face remained as cold as ice. There was not the slightest change, nor was there the slightest hint of warmth in her pure white face.

"I'm greeting little sister Tian Ning. This is a matter between us. Does it have anything to do with a lowly servant like you?" Meng Songyou said angrily, "Tian Sha Hai, I advise you to be smart. Do you know why that brat Kong was beaten up by me? It's because he is nosy. "

The noise behind him was scorching hot, Zhang Yitian could not help but stop and turn around. It wasn't that he wanted to see the two of them arguing, it was enough for him to think about such matters.

Zhang Yitian's intention was that girl. When he had first seen that girl called Tian Ning, it was as if something was attracting him and it was something that he could not forget.

The old man called Tian Sha Hai was still as wooden as ever. No matter what Meng Songyou said, he remained still.

Meng Songyou became angry from the embarrassment, but the two of them should have interacted before, even though her eyes were filled with rage, Meng Songyou still did not dare to move an inch.

Seeing this stalemate, the onlookers also burst into laughter, "Hehe, even though this Old Tian is old now, he's more than enough to deal with a kid surnamed Meng!"

"That's right. I think that when Old Tian hit him last year, his face would still be hurting!"

"Go?" Young Master Meng? "Hehe, why have you been staying at the foreign devil's house for half a year now?"

Everyone burst out into laughter, Zhang Yitian could not help but reveal a smile on his face.

Meng Songyou looked around at the people who were jeering at his master, but he really could not move Tian Sha Hai at all.

Moreover, Tian Ning really did not care about him. She placed her hot face on Leng Shi, and Meng Songyou could only forcefully suppress his resentment.

He really could not afford to offend someone with the surname Tian. Forget about everything else, just by being a bodyguard, Meng Songyou, the young master who was omnipotent since he was young, was already defeated.

"Damn it!" Meng Songyou was so angry that he scolded her in his heart. Looking at Tian Ning's pure and perfect face, he no longer had any feelings for her.

If I can't deal with the Tian Clan members, won't I be venting my anger on others?

Thinking about it, Meng Songyou started to look around among the people who were mocking him.

"That won't do, this has to do with my dad …"

"That won't do, his background is even stronger than my father's …"

"…"

After looking around, Meng Songyou's gaze finally landed on a person. That person was inconspicuous, yet he was standing in front of a big shot.

After some thought, he still found it difficult to suppress his anger. Seeing the smile on the man's face, Meng Songyou became even angrier.

"What are you laughing at?" Meng Songyou pointed at Zhang Yitian and asked.

This time, everyone's eyes landed on Zhang Yitian. Some of them even sighed, saying that Zhang Yitian was in trouble.

Meng Songyou was such a character. He was petty and liked to cause trouble.

Zhang Yitian saw that Meng Songyou was pointing in his own direction, and immediately turned to look, only to realize that the person who was in trouble was none other than him, and had stared at Meng Songyou in a daze.

Zhang Yitian thought, did you not eat any medicine or something? I just stood here for a while, didn't you just talk to that little beauty? Why did he turn his head and point at him like a madman?

F * ck, did he really go out and not check the calendar?