The man smiled when he heard the girl's request.

His smile was so bright that Shu Yao was stunned.

Song Jiming is really a man who grows on her aesthetic point.

Not to mention that she likes him now, in the future, it is not surprising that she will fall in love with him.

The man heard her request and took out a blank piece of paper on which his name was written.

"Shu Jiao"

The ink is smooth, and the vigorous and powerful pen words leap into the paper under the man's flowing pen tip.

Shu Yao took it and looked at it with satisfaction.

When she was a child star, Guan Shuang also found someone to design an art signature for her, although it was also good-looking, but it was too fancy.

It is still written by Song Jiming, which is not only pleasing to the eye, but also comfortable.

She put the paper back in front of him, pulled his knobby palm, and said, "Write a few more." ”

Song Jiming doted on her.

Naturally, I will not refuse this little thing.

At the girl's request, the man uses a different font. It took several of her names in a row to satisfy her.

Shu Yao looked at it for a while, put it in front of him again, pointed to the blank space next to her name with her index finger, and said, "Write your name here." ”

Song Jiming put down the pen and wrote his name next to her name.

Shu Yao happily took it, ran into the room, took a pen out, and lay on the table to draw.

Song Jiming didn't care, and lowered his head to deal with the file.

When it was time for lunch to eat, the girl showed him the results of his hard work, and he was shocked.

Shu Yao has an amazing ability to imitate, and she learned his signature in a very short time.

Although there are some differences in the details, those who are familiar with his font can still see it.

But it was not easy for her to learn this in such a short time.

If given some time, she will be able to imitate it completely.

After Song Jiming was shocked, he praised from the heart: "It's so smart." ”

The girl laughed.

The man pinched her smooth and delicate cheeks and said to her, "You can continue to practice and see if it can be exactly what I wrote." ”

Shu Yao heard his suggestion, and although he didn't know why he wanted her to deliberately imitate his font, he still nodded quickly.

"I'll study hard."

The man looked at her softly, and his dark eyes were bottomless.

After lunch, Song Jiming still had no intention of going out.

Shu Yao sat on the carpet, tugging at the corners of her skirt in a daze.

Isn't today the memorial day for Song Jiming's mother?

He just wanted her to wear this dress?

Shu Yao was unusually confused by the man.

She was still thinking when the man suddenly told her.

"Shu Yao, your computer can't be repaired."

"Ahh

The girl looked at the apologetic man in surprise and asked, "How can it not be repaired?" Didn't you just buy it? ”

"The use of everything is not based on time, but on its own quality."

"There is a quality problem with that computer, and the seller will replace it with a new one."

That's it.

There was no need for Shu Yao to continue to ask.

She could only bow her head in disappointment and stir her fingers unhappily.

If it is a problem with the quality of the machine itself, then there is nothing to doubt.

After all, this kind of problem is common in the market.

She's just afraid that the chat history will be out of sync......

The man saw that the girl was a little depressed, he comforted her a few words, and only started working after she smiled again.

Shu Jiao practiced calligraphy seriously next to him, and wrote several A4 papers with the three words "Song Jiming".

Aunt Qiao washed the dishes and chopsticks, brought them a plate of fruit, put it down and left in a hurry.

Her movements were so fast that the girl didn't finish a short "thank you, Aunt Qiao".

Shu Yao picked up a piece of apple and brought it to his mouth, looked at Aunt Qiao's back, and asked suspiciously, "Good man, what's wrong with Aunt Qiao?" Did I her off again? ”

Aunt Qiao is indeed very abnormal today.

I didn't come to care about them in the morning, and I walked by the living room with my head down and hurriedly, and I didn't look at them.

At noon, she wasn't there.

She waited until they had finished eating and came out before she went in.

The same was true just now.

Song Jiming also looked at Aunt Qiao's back suspiciously, and said thoughtfully: "Maybe she's in a bad mood." ”

The girl "clicked" and bit into the apple, and with an "oh" sound, handed him a piece of mango.

The man stretched out his hand to take it, but the girl withdrew her hand and said in a crisp voice, "I'll feed you." ”

Song Jiming: ......

The man looked at her deeply, and the girl brought the mango to his mouth, and when he refused to open his mouth, his little face wrinkled together with displeasure.

Song Jiming looked at the piece of mango that was close at hand, and he really couldn't open his mouth.

He didn't need to be fed when he was lying in the hospital bed, and today Shu Yao has to feed him fruit.

It feels, how I think, how weird.

Shu Miao didn't expect Song Jiming, a big man, to be so shy.

Impatiently, she reached out her other hand and quickly pinched his superior chin.

"You ......"

The man's eyes widened in shock, and when he was caught off guard, the girl unceremoniously stuffed the mango into his mouth.

Shu Yao sat down and looked at him with a little disgust.

She just wants to do something that the heroine of a romance drama will do, feel the sour smell of love, I didn't expect it to be so hard!

The girl sighed in her heart and asked him according to the normal plot direction, "Is it sweet?" ”

Song Jiming's words were choked back by a piece of mango.

Faced with Shu Yao's question, he bit the juicy mango and nodded stiffly on his neck.

Subsequently, he was forced to discover a problem.

Today's mangoes are exceptionally sweet, sweet and greasy.

Shu Yao held his chin, looked at the man with a smile in his eyes, and inserted a piece of Sydney pear to his lips.

The man's delicate brows furrowed, and after seeing the girl's action of wanting to repeat the old trick, he reluctantly took the initiative to open his mouth.

Rather than suffer, enjoy.

Song Jiming chewed Sydney pears and made a hard note on the girl in his heart.

Seeing him cooperate so much, Shu Yao was very happy.

She fed the man fruit with a smile and enjoyed the feeling of being the heroine of a real-world romance drama.

Aunt Qiao hid in the inner room, secretly observing the interaction in the living room for a while, and turned around, with a relieved smile on her face.

Although Shu Jiao is stupid, as long as she can live honestly with Song Jiming, and Song Jiming likes her, she has no requirements.

Shu Jiao fed Song Jiming a lot of fruits, he really couldn't eat it anymore, and raised his hand to block the girl's outstretched hand.

"Shu Yao, I'm not a pig."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and looked at the fruit bowl at the man's signal.

There was a large plate of fruit, and there were not a few pieces left.

Realizing that she had gone too far, she scratched her head, smiled innocently, and shoved the fruit into her mouth.

Shu Yao said while eating: "A good person is so handsome, of course he is not a pig." ”

When the words fell, she quietly added in her heart, you are a pig, am I not Mrs. Pig?

Song Jiming saw through her thoughts, did not debunk her, but said: "Go to bed early at night and accompany me to the auction preview tomorrow." ”