() After staying in Ji Citing's villa for several days, everything was normal.

Unexpectedly, Ji Citing did not embarrass Lin Manrong, most of the time he was busy with work, and occasionally he would care about whether Lin Manrong was better.

As for Lin Manrong, he deeply felt what is called the comfortable life of the elderly.

As long as Ji Citing doesn't embarrass her, Lin Manrong can live comfortably, stay with Xiao Baozi when he has nothing to do, tell stories to Xiao Baozi or something, and occasionally feed the dog, or take the dog to blow the wind and eat together.

Until a certain day......

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Baozi hadn't returned home from school, Lin Manrong was really bored alone, and he didn't want to stare at the computer to investigate those things, so fortunately he walked towards Ji Citing's study.

"It's only four o'clock now, and he hasn't come back so soon, so I'll look for a book to read, read it and put it back, he shouldn't be so stingy, right?"

Lin Manrong looked at the time on his phone, and usually Ji Citing would come back at half past five or six.

Thinking like this, Lin Manrong walked into the study of Ji Resign's court with confidence.

A long time ago, Lin Manrong had been to this study many times, and naturally knew which books would be placed in which position.

Lin Manrong found a foreign book, sat on the chair in front of the table, and just wanted to open the book, when he glanced at the brush on the side, he suddenly became interested.

"Why didn't I find out that he could write calligraphy." Lin Manrong glanced at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and took the paper on which the calligraphy was written on the table.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, the font is beautiful, and it has the kind of atmosphere that Ji Citing has, but it is just ......

Lin Manrong didn't know much about calligraphy, but he could vaguely feel that some Ji Citing was a little anxious when writing these words.

When I looked at it again, there were several calligraphy pieces scattered on the ground.

"The words are good-looking~" Lin Manrong couldn't help but praise.

After setting up the things on the table, Lin Manrong took the brush and paper next to him by surprise, and concentrated so much that no one found out when there was standing outside the door.

Lin Manrong thinks that he still belongs to the kind of person with strong learning ability, after all, he has skipped grades in school since he was a child, he is also good at computers, and he can speak several languages.

Outcome......

Holding a pen and writing a word on the paper, Lin Manrong was completely slapped in the face.

Why...... It's like a caterpillar crawling on paper......

Lin Manrong looked at what he wrote, and then compared what Ji Citing wrote.

That's the world's difference.

Lin Manrong is not convinced!

took the brush and dipped some ink, stared at the handwriting written by Ji Citing for a long time, thinking about how to start.

"Want to learn?"

A voice suddenly rang out overhead.

Lin Manrong had been thinking about the brush just now, and suddenly heard a sound, naturally he was a little frightened.

When he turned around, there was a 'pop', and the pen in his hand was not held steady, and it fell to the side of the table.

"Whew~"

Lin Manrong took a heavy breath, and really saw Ji Citing standing behind him, propping himself on the table with one hand, and enclosing half of her.

"You...... You...... Why did you come back all of a sudden? ”

Lin Manrong privately took Ji Citing's things, a little weak-hearted, and spoke unconsciously with a little stammer.

Aren't they still in the company at this time?

Ji resigned from the court

The table looked over and frowned, "Today is Friday." ”

Friday?

Lin Manrong only reacted that usually on Fridays, Ji Citing would not stay late in the company.

Day by day, Lin Manrong is enjoying the life of the elderly in advance, where do you remember what day of the week it is.

"You are ......" Ji Citing's eyes were always staring in one direction, and his eyes were a little deep and complicated.

Lin Manrong subconsciously thought that Ji Citing was saying that she had used Ji Citing's things privately just now, and quickly explained, "No, I didn't mean to touch your things, I was just bored, so I ......"

Thinking of the caterpillar character he had just written, Lin Manrong reached out and took the piece of paper on the table, crumpled it into a ball, and dragged it in the palm of his hand.

What a shame!

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Huh?"

"The books in my study are all collector's editions, and they may not be available outside, so how do you want to compensate now?"

Indemnify?

Lin Manrong was stunned.

She just wrote a word with a brush, so she has to pay compensation?

The main thing is that Ji Citing always propped up one hand on the table, and the other hand was on the chair where Lin Manrong was, and his head was lowered, and the distance between him and Lin Manrong was very close.

Lin Manrong only felt that the air pressure around his body was too strong, and he didn't dare to look up at Ji Citing at all.

"Huh? Don't talk either? Or do you want to pretend you don't know what you're doing? Ji Citing's voice was low, and he reminded, tapping the table a few times with his fingers.

Lin Manrong's thoughts were a little confused, and he didn't know what Ji Citing was talking about at all, he was calm on the surface, but his hands were clenched, looking left and right.

After seeing the brush on the right hand lying quietly like a chicken on the foreign book that had just been placed on the table, Lin Manrong instantly understood what Ji Citing meant by what he said just now, and suddenly felt five thunders and panicked.

I really want to slap myself to death!

She didn't know how precious the books in Ji Citing's study were.

Lin Manrong lifted his breath, moved the brush away, and put it back in place.

The foreign book I just brought over was all ink stained with a brush.

"This ......," Lin Manrong said.

After all, it's her problem, where is there room for explanation?

"How much, no, no, I'll pay you an identical book?" Lin Manrong was a little incoherent.

People like Ji Citing are actually the most terrifying, and the most important thing is money, and talking about money with Ji Citing is not insulting him?

Ji Citing stretched out his right hand and picked up the book on the table, "This version has long been gone." ”

Ji Citing's words were light, and his words didn't sound like much, but he was actually talking about Lin Manrong, even if you have money, you can't afford to lose it.

Lin Manrong didn't dare to say a word for a long time, he had to run to the study, just run to the study, why did he touch the book, and he had to take a brush?

and to die on his own head.

Just when Lin Manrong thought that Ji Citing would definitely not let her go easily, Ji Citing suddenly put the book back in its place.

"Don't you want to learn how to brush?" Ji Citing changed the subject.

This was caught off guard, Lin Manrong was stunned for a long time and didn't react, "What? ”

Ji Citing took the brush on the table, dipped it in some ink, and put it in front of Lin Manrong.

Lin Manrong took the pen from Ji Citing's hand by mistake, and was still thinking about the book that was soiled by her.

That's it?

Looking at Ji Citing's unhappy look just now, Lin Manrong thought that Ji Citing would definitely continue to study deeply.

"The way you're holding the pen is not right." Ji Citing adjusted Lin Manrong's posture of holding the brush with both hands, and his expression was extremely serious, "I'll teach you how to write first." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became intimate.

Ji Citing is also as good as it came suddenly.

Lin Manrong's first reaction was to refuse, and before the words could be spoken, Ji Citing's right hand had already held Lin Manrong's hand.

The other hand rested on the side of the table, as it had just done.

"When you write for the first time, you can't use too much force."

Ji Citing's voice sounded in his ears, and the strength of holding Lin Manrong's hand was just right.

It's just that Lin Manrong's brain is still a little dazed, especially when Ji Citing's voice rings in his ears, his throat can't help but roll.

After Ji Citing held Lin Manrong's hand and wrote the word 'wood', he suddenly stopped, his brows were tightly locked, and the expression on his good-looking face was still a little complicated.

Lin Manrong didn't look at what was written on the paper on the table, broke free with one hand, pushed Ji Citing away, and stood up suddenly.

"I'm a little thirsty, go drink water first."

After speaking, Lin Manrong hurriedly left the study.

'Bang! ’

After entering the bedroom and closing the door, Lin Manrong breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that Lin Manrong hasn't had close contact with Ji Citing before, but he has never felt that there will be such emotions as nervousness, but just now, he ......

Lin Manrong reached out and touched his face, which was still a little hot.

She was actually a little nervous about the intimate contact with Ji Citing just now!

Could it be because Ji Citing is extraordinarily gentle?

After Lin Manrong left the study, the whole study was quiet.

Ji Citing stared at the door of the study.

Isn't it usually quite arrogant and domineering?

I don't know what she's nervous about just now.

"Knock knock."

Ji Citing walked out and knocked on Lin Manrong's door.

Hearing the knock on the door, Lin Manrong calmed down for a while before reaching out to open the door.

"What are you doing hiding in your room?" Ji Citing looked at Lin Manrong condescendingly.

……

The words were pierced by Ji Citing, and Lin Manrong was a little helpless, "I didn't hide." ”

Ji Citing walked towards Lin Manrong's bedroom, looked at Lin Manrong's room carefully, and suddenly spoke, "What do you think, how about living here?" ”

"It's good, I think, wait for my wounds......"

Before he finished speaking, the mobile phone rang suddenly, just interrupting Lin Manrong's unfinished words.

Lin Manrong clenched his clothes with one hand, "You answer the phone first." ”

"Hmm."

Ji Citing took out the mobile phone, and when he saw the name displayed on the mobile phone screen, his face instantly became a little unhappy, and he walked out with the mobile phone.

As soon as Ji Citing walked out of the bedroom, the first sentence came out of his mouth, and his voice was not too loud, but he was still heard by Lin Manrong.

"Grandpa."

Lin Manrong was stunned.

Old man Ji?

Lin Manrong subconsciously opened the door, only to see that Ji Citing was already at the other end of the corridor.

Old man Ji is looking for Ji to resign from the court at this time, and it is not a good thing to have **.

The two old men of the Ji family, Lin Manrong still knows a little.