Leng Mo leaned over slightly, his lips came to her ear, and said in a magnetic voice that only two people could hear: "You forgot, I said your words, it's ugly!" ”

Qin Chenchen's face instantly turned black, "You put P... Where is my word ugly? ”

Leng Mo's face was full of disgust, "Stupid, I don't know anything about myself." In the future, if you are asked to sign the spouse column, aren't you afraid of blinding Young Master Ben? ”

"Damn, I didn't sign your spouse column, how could I blind you?"

"So you admit you're ugly?"

"You ......"

Qin Chenchen covered his little heart and took a deep breath. She was afraid that she would be so angry with the poisonous tongue of this thing that she would go straight into the coffin.

"Okay, just go up." She said with no love.

An important reason for her compromise is that she can't see this product in class.

A personal maid? He wouldn't ask a personal maid in class to bring him tea and water, would he?

Thinking about it from this angle, Qin Chenchen suddenly felt that his little heart was no longer colic, and there were some small pleasures.

Besides, to be honest, she really needs to learn and keep absorbing knowledge so that she can become better.

Maybe a few years later, Leng Mo and Liu Yuan will regret it when they are together: Ah, why didn't Young Master Ben fall in love with my lovely, beautiful, noble, and elegant Chenchen in the first place? What a pity!

"Giggle......" Qin Chenchen laughed out loud at this fantasy of his own. caused Leng Mo and Mr. Mao to look at her with mentally retarded eyes.

Leng Mo raised his hand and flicked it on the head of Qin Chenchen, who was smirking, "What are you smiling at?" ”

Qin Chenchen came back to his senses, touched his little head, and then said excitedly: "Come to class, I can't wait to become a calligraphy master." ”

Teacher Mao was very happy by this sentence, and his beard, which was several inches long, was upside down again. "Well, Miss Qin is very conscious."

"Hehe, Teacher Mao, I'm still very talented, let's go, let's go, where are we going to class?"

Leng Mo looked at her little face that changed in seconds, speechless.

How could this little guy do that... Smart or not pretentious? Just now, he still looked pitiful and indignant without love, and in the blink of an eye, his eyes were full of cunning and excitement.

She must have been thinking of some bad idea again, right?

Leng Mo supported his forehead, why has he become a little passive and helpless since he met this girl?

"Classes at home!" He replied.

Qin Chenchen raised his eyebrows, "At home? Where? ”

Leng Mo gestured to the servant standing next to him. The servant nodded immediately. Then he said to Qin Chenchen: "Miss, Mr. Mao, please come with me here." ”

The Leng family is really super super big, and there are countless rooms.

Qin Chenchen started his class in an antique room in the small attic of the Leng family.

Qin Chenchen glanced at the big room, thinking if this could be a study? There are many books, paintings, and antique vases.

Being in this room, there is really a sense of rustic history that goes back to ancient times.

In the center of the room are two large mahogany bookcases with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

Qin Chenchen thought about the appearance of the people in the costume drama writing with a pen, so he also pretended to imitate it very elegantly, and as a result... Dip your hand in ink!

Teacher Mao smiled kindly. "Kid, that's not how the writing is done."

Qin Chenchen put down the brush in a daze, "Then how should it be written?" ”

In the first lesson of the calligraphy class, Mr. Mao, who was quite a master, began to talk about the history of calligraphy, the essence of calligraphy, the various factions in the calligraphy world, and his views on various parties and Taotao's respect.

An hour has passed, and Mr. Mao is still talking. And Qin Chenchen had already entered a state of drowsiness.