Fang Zhongkai was sitting at the desk, and the crumpled paper in front of him was piled up, and the whole person was about to be buried in the paper ball.

"You... What are you doing here? ”

Qin Chai'er looked inexplicable, walked over and picked up one of the paper balls and opened it, and finally understood that this man was imitating the handwriting of the surnamed Gao.

In an instant, I understood what he meant when he said to gamble, and he really relied on gambling.

She found a basket and picked up all the paper balls, and reached out to grab Fang Zhongkai's pen: "Don't write, let's eat, make your favorite braised eggplant." ”

Fang Zhongkai stretched his waist and hugged her with his backhand, his head resting on Qin Chai'er's body, quite annoyed: "Why can't I learn the handwriting of the surname Gao." ”

"You and his writing are completely two styles, how can you imitate it."

Fang Zhongkai's words are strong and powerful, and the words with the surname Gao are particularly casual: "You have to find someone who is not very good at writing and can write, and it is best to have a little painting skills." ”

After Qin Chai'er finished speaking, she felt that what she said was nonsense, where to find such a suitable person at this time.

"It's really not good, let's just lose money." Tossing for so many days, one by one exhausted. And imitating handwriting is self-defeating.

Fang Zhongkai didn't respond, still thinking about Qin Chai'er's words, he suddenly stood up, didn't say anything, and hugged Qin Chai'er's cheek and kissed him indiscriminately: "I take back and say that you are stupid, you are also a little smart." ”

Qin Chai'er was confused by him, and when he reacted, he ran out again: "Hey! Eat dinner, where are you going! ”

When he walked out, Fang Zhongkai was no longer there.

Qin Chai'er sighed and took the basket of paper balls he wrote to the room to burn. Running into Fang Zhongqiang, who had just entered the door, he also saw the paper ball of Qin Chai'er's basket.

"Chase'er, what's wrong with you?"

"I, I'm bored these days, I'm learning to draw." Subconsciously, Qin Chai'er didn't want too many people to know about the factory.

The corners of Fang Zhongqiang's mouth moved, and he didn't seem to believe her words: "Didn't I hear that there was a problem in your factory, are you still in the mood to learn to paint?" ”

"Painting is the best way to drain stress and distract from it." Qin Chai'er prevaricated, entered the room, and all the paper balls were stuffed into the stove to burn.

Just thinking about where Fang Zhongkai's neuropathy went, he listened to his voice coming back, and Liu Xicai came with him: "Chase'er, add an extra pair of chopsticks." ”

Qin Chai'er watched the two of them sit down, and shook her head helplessly: "Are you sure you can do it carefully?" ”

"It's not what you said, if you want someone who is not very good at writing and can write, it is best to have a little drawing skills."

Liu Xicai is the best candidate.

Liu Xicai couldn't understand what these two people said, anyway, he would come when he asked him to come to dinner, and Qin Chai'er's care for him these days has long been gone.

After dinner, Fang Zhongkai dragged Liu Xicai into the house, closed the door, and didn't let anyone in.

Qin Chai'er was washing and collecting in the room, and heard Wang Xiuzhen's scolding voice.

"I don't go home every day, I really don't know what you, the contractor, are busy with all day, you just came back and sat on the ass that was not hot, so you went out again, do you want this home, you look at which man in the village is like you."

Sun Guilan happened to come out of eating, listening to Fang Zhongqiang being taught a lesson again, she couldn't listen anymore, and shouted in a loud voice:

"Every day at home, you scold him for being unproductive, and he is busy making money when he goes out, and you say that he doesn't care about his family, how can you be satisfied? Can you be like the second family, let me worry a little bit. ”