After a short time, the little fat man Han Yong took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and placed it on the stone table.

This time, the little fat man sat next to him and didn't leave at all. He stared at Wang Lei in a daze, his eyes were excited, and there was a deep admiration in his eyes. Whether it is Wang Lei's exploits or Wang Lei's physique, they all make the little fat man worship. The little fat man couldn't help but sigh in his heart, a man like his brother-in-law is a real man!

Han Mengyu smiled at the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and said, "General Wang, please!" ”

Wang Lei was not in a hurry, and said: "If you want to write, naturally sharpen the ink first." The eldest lady is proficient in calligraphy and painting at a glance, and it is expected that the ink grinding is also first-class, so please ask the eldest lady to grind the ink for you. ”

"You ......"

Han Mengyu turned his eyes and ordered: "Han Xiaopang, grind the ink!" ”

"Okay!"

Han Yong immediately got up, fart and excited.

It is incumbent upon you to sharpen ink for idols.

Wang Lei waved his hand to stop it, stared at Han Mengyu and said: "The second son doesn't need to do it, the matter of grinding ink is more suitable for the eldest lady to do it herself, I believe that my handwriting should be better." ”

Wang Lei looked at Han Mengyu, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a provocative look. You said that I can't write or be illiterate, so I will pick you up first, dispel your arrogance, and let you grind ink.

Han Mengyu straightened her small chest, and she was angry in her heart.

The little fat man stood next to him, looked at his sister Han Mengyu, and then looked at Wang Lei, who was an idol and brother-in-law, caught in the middle and in a dilemma, not knowing whether to grind ink or not. Helpless, he could only lower his round head and wait and see. However, the little fat man was excited in his heart, and secretly said that his brother-in-law deserved to be his idol, and he dared to argue with his sister who was extremely fierce to him, which was too powerful.

Han Mengyu is gentle and elegant, but in front of the little fat man Han Yong, he eats Han Yong to death.

Han Mengyu's eyes were tough, Wang Lei was smiling, and the two were-for-tat.

"Okay, I'll grind the ink!"

Han Mengyu was deflated and agreed to Wang Lei's request.

Han Yong's heart even called his brother-in-law powerful, brother-in-law, and domineering, which made Han Mengyu rub ink with an incredible demeanor. And Han Mengyu was soft, and Han Fu and his wife, who were secretly observing the situation at the corner of the corridor, also breathed a sigh of relief. Especially when I saw my arrogant daughter grinding ink for Wang Lei by herself, I felt incredible.

Looking at each other, Han Fu said excitedly: "Madam, Wang Lei is really the fateful person of our family's Mengyu!" She was arrogant, and even my father refused to let her polish ink, but now she took the initiative to grind ink for Wang Lei, incredible, incredible! ”

Han nodded and praised: "The husband has a good eye and has chosen a good son-in-law." These words hit Han Fu's itchy place, and Han Fu showed a smug look on his face.

I'm afraid Han Fu wouldn't have thought of this scene.

Originally, Wang Lei intercepted and killed Zhang Cheng, and Han Fu wanted to kill Wang Lei; Later, Han Fu appointed Wang Lei as the county magistrate of Wuji County, and he also wanted to kill people with a knife; Later, Wang Lei made great contributions and was reused by Han Fu, but Han Fu still looked down on and even feared Wang Lei...... Gradually, things have developed to the present, but Han Fu regards Wang Lei as his son-in-law, and his life experience is really incredible.

Han Fu stared at the people in the pavilion, and there was a burst of anticipation in his heart.

At this moment, Han Mengyu was gritting her teeth, while she was grinding ink, there was another person next to her.

"Grinding ink is light and slow, yes, the way to polish the ink is correct."

"When the ink strip is grinded, it is fine and silent, it is good ink!"

"Place the index finger of the ink on the top of the ink, and the thumb and middle finger on either side of the strip. The ink is light when grinding, and slightly heavier when pressed...... The posture of the eldest lady grinding ink, as if she was sick, not bad, not bad, this is exactly what grinding ink looks like...... The speed of grinding ink is too fast, it will slip, resulting in the grinding of can't be grinded, it's all correct, and it deserves to be everyone's girlfriend. ”

Wang Lei stood next to him and kept tasting, quite leisurely.

This move made Han Mengyu itch with hatred in his heart, and he couldn't wait to throw Wang Lei into the lotus pond.

The little fat man stared at Wang Lei and asked, "Brother-in-law, how do you know so much?" ”

Wang Lei smiled, but Han Mengyu's body stiffened.

After this pause, Wang Lei immediately reminded: "Big lady, the ink grinding can be slow, but it is not the time to stop, and the concentration of the ink is obviously not enough." Big lady continues! Go on! Han Mengyu continued to grind ink, but at this time, a monstrous wave rose in her heart. For a long time, Han Mengyu subconsciously thought that Wang Lei was illiterate and despised him, and even looked down on Wang Lei.

Wang Lei's comment just now changed Han Mengyu's opinion.

Being able to say the skills of grinding ink is enough to prove that Wang Lei is not an illiterate and unreadable person.

Can a person who can't read big characters know the skill of grinding ink?

"Perhaps, he memorized it, but he couldn't write?" The girl's mind is always changing, and she is unwilling to admit her mistakes, so she finds a reason to convince herself.

It took a long time to grind the ink, and after Han Mengyu finished grinding the ink, there were already fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Her arms were sore and her body was a little stiff.

"Chubby, wipe your sister's sweat!"

Wang Lei commanded, and the little fat man immediately took out a handkerchief from his cuffs and prepared to act.

Without waiting for Han Yong to stretch out his hand, Han Mengyu hurriedly stopped him. She took out her handkerchief and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and her eyes when she looked at Wang Lei changed even more.

This person can care about her considerately, but he is not a rude man who does not understand amorous feelings.

Han Mengyu's sense of victory and defeat prevailed, and said, "General Wang, Mo is ready, it's your turn." ”

She stared at Wang Lei with a defiant look in her eyes.

Wang Lei smiled lightly and picked up a brush placed next to him. I saw Wang Lei with his feet open, his right foot stepping forward, and standing steadily. He held a pen in his right hand, pressed the Cai Hou paper spread on the round table with his left hand, leaned his upper body slightly forward, and looked down with his eyes, this move made Han Mengyu's eyes light up.

This posture of standing and writing, Wang Lei is exactly the same, and he looks like a person who has been immersed in sex for many years.

This time, Han Mengyu was even more puzzled.

Can he really write?

Wang Lei smiled slightly, and after the brush in his hand was dipped in ink, he calmed down, looked focused, and began to write. The little fat man also stared at the words below, and slowly muttered: "Qin Shimingyue Han Shiguan, the Long March has not been returned; But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. When the words fell, the little fat man nodded, but shook his head again, not understanding much.

However, Han Mengyu was stunned and stared at a pair of words on the round table in a daze.

Not to mention the quality of this poem, this word on the paper alone has already amazed Han Mengyu. She was staring at Wang Lei to write, the whole process was done in one go, one stroke at a time like an iron and silver hook, strong and powerful, dignified and majestic, and Han Mengyu had never seen such a face character, she only felt that she couldn't write this picture in front of her with all her life's strength.

For a while, Wang Lei's image in her heart changed instantly.

Looking at Wang Lei's eyes, it was quite complicated.

Wang Lei laughed, but said in his heart: Wang Changling, Wang Changling, don't blame me, I really don't have any goods in my stomach, I can't write poems, so I can only borrow them.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind Wang Lei.

Han Fu strode over, and he was also surprised when he heard the little fat man's words around the corner.