In the spacious study, a slender and tall man is propped up on the desk with his left hand, holding a brush in his right hand, standing in front of the desk copying the large-character Yin Fu Sutra stroke by stroke, the slightly longer bangs block most of the delicate cheeks, and on the other side of the desk, Wu Yuchen is holding a heavy book, lying on the reddish-brown leather sofa and reading quietly, from time to time to glance at Ling Jue, who is concentrating on practicing calligraphy, watching his slender fingers hold the brush on the rice paper, the pen, the pen, the pen, as if to compose a melodious song, the rhythm and rhythm in the fingertips into silent notes floating in the air。 Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoLing Jue loves calligraphy and Chinese painting, and he writes a calligraphy note every night before going to sleep, a habit that has followed him for many years, because, in his opinion, calligraphy and painting are his other world, where he can be relaxed and his mood will be soothed by them. And Wu Yuchen will not bother him at this time, usually just quietly reading a book on the side or handling official business in front of the laptop on the small table, occasionally chatting a few words, exchanging a few glances, and then continuing the work at hand, since they met to the present, the same is true of each other and love.

Seeing Ling Jue put down the brush in his hand, he knew that tonight's practice was over. Wu Yuchen put down the book in his hand, got up and walked around behind Ling Jue, quietly looked at the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the rice paper, and praised him: "It's getting more and more perfect, my Master Ling Jue." Ling Jue stretched his waist and replied, "The master doesn't dare to be a master, but I've been tired lately and I'm about to stand up." "What did Sherlock do to you, and how did you make my 'wife' tired like this? Wu Yuchen frowned slightly and said. Ling Jue lightly slapped Wu Yuchen's chest and said: "I said Master Wu, you are too nervous, everyone has a busy time, if you really go to complain to our president, I guess I will be fired, who will raise me at that time?" Wu Yuchen didn't care, but hit the snake with the stick: "Then just don't do it, be my boss lady, let me raise you, and promise to raise you for nothing, and everyone will love you." "You should be a pig, and you're still chubby. Ling Jue couldn't help laughing. "I really want to raise you like a pig, anyway, it's enough for me to like you. Wu Yuchen looked at Ling Jue gently. Ling Jue listened to Wu Yuchen's words, his face had already begun to flush slightly, and he stubbornly turned his head away, avoiding those eyes that were as deep as a black hole but as gentle as spring water. But Wu Yuchen took advantage of the situation, wrapped his arms around Ling Jue's waist, and kissed his earlobe, this action made Ling Jue's cheeks even redder, trying to push away this demon who teased him, stammering, and couldn't say the complete words for a long time: "You still don't let people go to sleep like this?" I have to 。。。。。。 tomorrow "Then I won't sleep, it's a big deal to ask that guy Sherlock for a few days off. Wu Yuchen interrupted this long-winded person, carried Ling Jue on his shoulder, walked out of the study, and walked towards the bedroom. "You bastard, let me down。。。。。。 Ouch, I was wrong, Yuchen, put me down, behave~~" Ling Jue struggled all the way down on Wu Yuchen's shoulder, and still didn't say anything about Wu Yuchen, it seems that Ling Jue can't escape tonight, so let's prepare for tomorrow's leave slip.