Sang Zi puffed out his mouth and stared at the two words in front of him, "This is my name?" ”

"It cost you 50,000 yuan to design it." He Yan turned on the coffee machine and closed his eyes to feel the aroma of coffee.

Sang Zi disliked, "It's too ugly." ”

"You dare to say that other people's words are ugly?" He Yan mocked.

Sang Zi pursed his lips, reluctantly grabbed his pen, and drew one according to the signature on the picture.

"This thing can cost 50,000 yuan, you have been cheated by someone, right?" Sang Zi complained while writing.

He Yan snorted lightly, turned around and went to the lounge to change into a shirt, with armbands on his arms, and the lines of his muscles became clear.

Sang Zi threw away the pen and whistled at He Yan, his eyes a little hooligan.

"If you can't practice tonight, you have to come tomorrow." He Yan reminded someone coolly.

Sang Zi pursed his lips, stared at the two words that should have been familiar for a long time, and continued to draw with a sigh of relief.

Her handwriting is really not good-looking, she was a baby daughter when she was a child in the Sang family, even if she didn't practice well, Sang Xuehua was reluctant to say a heavy word. When she was exiled, she became a child that no one cared about, and naturally no one would care whether her words were good or not.

The most important thing is that she herself thinks that it doesn't matter whether the words are good or not, so that the more she writes, the more ugly it becomes, and she has not written neatly before she was in elementary school.

Hell, at the age of twenty-one, someone actually forced her to practice calligraphy.

"Sit with your back straight."

I don't know when a deep voice appeared above my head, Sang Zi's whole person was excited, and when he looked up, he saw He Yan standing at his table.

"Silent walking?"

"You can get distracted when you practice calligraphy, what else can you do?" He Yan knocked on the table with his backhand.

Sang Zi had an illusion, as if he was back in the age of seven or eight, and there was a particularly strict head teacher at that time, and this was the most common sentence.

"I ......"

"You can't hold a pen?" He Yan frowned, he really couldn't stand it, and reached out to grab the girl's hand.

Ice on cold, both stunned at the same time.

Sang Zi blinked, but didn't react.

He Yan was only stunned for a moment, and then held Sang Zi's hand as usual, tracing the shape of the girl's hand, and breaking her fingers to the correct position one by one.

"Punch your chest off the table and keep your back straight."

The man's hand patted her back very naturally, and the temperature passed with a touch, and before Sang Zi could think of teasing He Yan, he had already let go of her hand and took half a step back.

"Write."

Sang Zi raised his head and looked at the serious man with a little playfulness, "When every artist learns to sign a signature, do you teach him like this?" ”

She deliberately bit the three words of hand-in-hand, which was full of flirtation.

He Yan was unmoved, "Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?" ”

"Am I stupid?" Sang Zile smiled, even if she didn't have to take the zero duck egg test when she was a child, the teacher didn't say that she was stupid.

The most heard was that this kid wouldn't be like this if he used snacks.

"If you use dim sum you wouldn't write like this." He Yan changed his expression, so as not to hurt the heart of the little thing too much.

Sang Zi shrugged, in an inexplicably good mood, and sat up straight by himself.

"Mr. He, is it convenient?"

"What?"

"Teach me how to write it by hand." The girl's tone was calm, and there was no flirtatious taste.

He Yan was silent, only hesitated for a moment, and reached out to hold the girl's hand again.

Her hands are small, well-jointed, and a little unnaturally thin.

"Put down the pen lightly, and put the pen down calmly."

His voice brushed softly past his ears.

The pen walks like a swimming dragon, the pen is chic, and the word mulberry is impressive on the paper.

"My name is so pretty." Sang Zi didn't exaggerate.

"The name is good-looking, and if you write it, it's also useless." He Yan quietly withdrew his hand and walked behind the desk, "Follow the practice, it won't be long before you will have fans, writing this ghost, the person who lost me." ”

Sang Zi grimaced behind his back, looked down at the two words on the paper, and sniffed.

It's just a piece of cake.

"I wrote those two words well last time, but I can't write my name well." He Yan had something to say, and he snorted softly when he finished speaking.

Sang Zi raised his eyebrows, thinking of the two words he left over from the last time he practiced calligraphy, He thief.

"To learn, you also need to combine body and mind in order to feel it."

"No, I still don't understand it very well, or Mr. He will teach it again."

Sang Zi raised his head and smiled a little slyly, I don't know why, he was itching, and he was happy to tease He Yan.

He Yan heavily signed his name on a document, "Write it yourself." ”

"No talent, stupid." Sang Zi threw away the pen, pushed away the chair, and walked to He Yan with a pen and paper.

"Teach."

"Don't teach."

Sang Zi saw that his face was serious, the contours of his side face were all distinct, and his thin lips were pursed into a line, obviously waiting for him.

"I have documents every day, but I don't have them every day." She directly pulled out the pen in He Yan's hand.

He Yan's face was serious, "Sang Zi! ”

"Yes."

The girl was undaunted, took the pen in her hand, and then crouched down beside the man, her head close to his.

"Hurry up."

He Yan's brows furrowed, and when he looked down, he could see the top of the girl's head and side face, as well as the corners of her lips that were obviously raised.

He coughed lightly and gave himself a mental build-up.

It's just teaching a child to write, it's nothing.

While thinking so, he reached out and grabbed Sang Zi's hand.

"You write slowly." Sang Zi's chin rested on the desk.

He Yan said: "A basket of nonsense. ”

The movements of his hands slowed down countless times, almost holding Sang Zi's hand to write.

"If I were Professor Simon, I wouldn't be able to let you enter Beijing University with your handwriting."

"Professor Simon communicates with me in English, and I write very well in English." Sang Zi retorted.

He Yan snorted disdainfully, "I can't write Mandarin well, and I still write English." ”

Sang Zi pouted, having nothing to say.

Our country's writing is broad and profound, and practicing it well is not an overnight thing!

They fought back at each other, not noticing that the door to the break room was open.

He Zichen didn't find clothes after taking a shower, so he ran out naked and pushed open the door to find He Yan to get clothes.

As a result, I saw that behind the desk, He Yan "hugged" Sang Zi, held her hand "gently", and spoke softly.

"What are you guys doing?!"

The little guy was startled, He Yan and Sang Zi were stunned, and the words in the pen were confused.

Sang Zi frowned, "It's hard to say a word." ”

She looked up and met Peach's shocked eyes.

"Oh, baby, you're a hooligan?" She glanced around the little one's bare body and whistled unceremoniously.

The little ghost blinked, and quickly reached out to cover the important parts, "I don't have clothes!" ”

It's over, the innocence is not there, and the little mother has seen it.