"Zhong Yuxi, are you illiterate?"

Suddenly someone in this room called her name, this person was not Dad Zhong, she was stunned for a moment before she reacted, turned her head, and her eyes fell on the small note in his hand, this is the note she wrote to him in the morning, why did he still keep it. Use the Ruokan Novel Reader to watch thousands of novels, completely ad-free!

"Come here." Her calm tone exuded irresistible deterrence, and she scratched her scalp and walked over reluctantly.

As soon as the man's arm was stretched, she was already sitting on his lap, his hand wrapped around her waist, his chin rubbed against her neck, he was too tall, so it was easy to circle her, Zhong Yuxi kicked his leg a few times, and after announcing the failure, he was obediently honest.

"You can't even write a meal, and you write it so ugly."

Like a teacher teaching a student who has made a mistake, his exhaled breath makes her fidget, but with a little rebellion, he took a pen from the table and said unconvinced: "I can write." ”

He sneered, and saw her bow her head, writing on the paper one by one, her side face was beautiful, her nose was straight, her brows were slightly wrinkled, her small mouth was gently pursed, and a few strands of naughty hair hung down, shaking slightly as she thought.

Xuanyuan's heart fluttered for a while, and she said, "It's written." He realized that he was close to her face before he knew it, did he want to kiss her?

The word "meal" is crooked and very unproductive, and the "good" in the lower half is written as "Yan." ”

He flicked her a furious shudder: "Rewrite." ”

"It hurts." Zhong Yuxi covered her head that was hurt by the bullet, dissatisfied but didn't dare to complain, so she could only swallow her anger and continue to write.

Seeing that she really couldn't hold back the word, Xuanyuan Ye's big hand held her small hand, and taught her to write it one by one in her shock, the temperature of his palm melted her uneasiness, she half-tilted her head, you could see his serious and strict eyebrows, a somewhat tight handsome face, a "meal" word, under his guidance, iron hook silver stroke, vigorous and powerful.

Zhong Yuxi raised her eyebrows and whispered, "It's so good-looking." ”

But he threw her hand coldly, and the soft knuckles hit the table with a thud, and she frowned in pain, and heard him say, "Write a hundred times." ”

"But I ......"

"Two hundred times."

"......" she closed her mouth very familiarly, reluctantly broke free from his arms, honestly lay on the table to write, wrote a few secretly looked back at him, saw that he was holding his mobile phone standing by the window to make a call, the soft circle of light enveloped his figure in it, like a person coming out of the painting, vague and a little unreal.

She waved her fist at him dissatisfied, and he looked at him with eyes deep behind his back.

She hurriedly changed the action of waving her fist to scratching her head and thinking, and continued to write with a weak heart, yes, she is not a primary school student, so she doesn't have to work so hard, I think when I was in school, until I graduated, she still had a few teachers I can't remember.

Seeing that the little figure was obediently bowing his head and writing, Xuanyuan Ye's phone was also connected.

"Fourth, it's me."