It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I prefer to throw it around.

When Bo Yan saw the words on the paper, he laughed more and more wantonly: "Hahaha! Sure enough, it's my Huahua! Crazy enough! Proud! ”

Feng Fenghua couldn't help but roll her eyes. What do you call his Huahua?!

Nangong Shang's face changed a few times, but he only regained his gentle appearance in an instant: "Okay, in the future, I will find something and throw it for Hua'er to play." ”

Feng Fenghua sneered in his heart, wrote another piece of paper, and handed it to Nangong Shang.

The gentleness on Nangong Shang's face stiffened again.

No, maybe I don't like to play around anymore.

If you are so willful, I'm afraid that only Feng Fenghua, the second lady of the Feng family, can say it?

In Weiyang City, she has a prominent background, her mother is the county lord, her grandfather is the prince, and her father is a descendant of the Feng family.

In addition, she was born with shortcomings, and everyone let her, and by her, she became more and more arrogant.

Seeing this, Bo Yan laughed, and he didn't give Nangong Shang any face.

Feng Fenghua retracted his thoughts, took a book and read it, not wanting to pay attention to these two people anymore.

The way she calmed down was even more charming than the way she smiled.

Nangong Shang smiled softly: "It doesn't matter, Hua'er can play how she likes." ”

As he spoke, he sat down in the front row of Feng Fenghua, and didn't pay attention to the pile of red hostas that had already been torn apart in the corner.

Feng Fenghua didn't even raise his eyes.

Another head came over beside him: "What book is Hua Hua reading?" ”

Feng Fenghua ignored him and moved to the side.

Bo Yan leaned over his face happily: ""The World Speaks New Words"! Which one does Hua Hua like? ”

He asked and answered questions by himself, and he had a good time.

Feng Fenghua finally couldn't bear to be bothered, closed the book, picked up the pen and was about to write on the paper.

Bo Yan suddenly stretched out a hand: "Write on my hand." ”

Feng Fenghua was stunned. The eyebrows are raised, as if to ask again, are you sure?

Bo Yan smiled and nodded, looking at her slender jade hand expectantly.

Feng Fenghua didn't put down the brush, and used his fingers to write on his hand. Instead, he dipped the brush in ink and wrote it on his hand word by word.

Bo Yan twitched the corners of his mouth almost invisibly.

This girl is clearly deliberate!

How can there be any reason to write with a brush in someone else's hand?

Looking at the small characters that were dense even on his fingers, Bo Yan could only admit it helplessly.

If it's on paper, I'm afraid it's just a few words. But at this time, Feng Fenghua seemed to be addicted to playing, and he wrote hundreds of words in his hand.

Seeing that she finally put away the pen, Bo Yan raised his eyes to look at her.

Feng Fenghua raised his eyebrows at him defiantly, raised his brush, and there was a sly smile in his eyes.

Bo Yan's fingers trembled, and he stayed for a moment before he lowered his head to look at the words written all over his palm.

Bo Gongzi, I had no intention of provoking you, so please don't provoke me. Let's spend the past few months in peace, and then we will go back to our respective homes. So, please cherish the quiet time of these few months in the school. The years are so quiet, why is it always wasted?

The corners of Bo Yan's lips slowly hooked, and his gaze remained fixed on the palm of his hand.

The bell rang for class, like a bell chime from the depths of time and space, which made Feng Fenghua feel peaceful.

An old man with gray hair, walking like a fly, with a childish face, does not look like an old man.

His smiling eyes swept over the faces of the twenty-odd students in the church, and he suddenly leapt forward and sat down at the table where the gentlemen used to put pen, ink, paper, and inkstones.

The students all over the church were stunned by him.

The old man smiled: "In the future, you will have to add another class, my class." Hehe, but if there are people who don't want to add classes, they can come later, and I won't mind. ”

"Who is this?" A room full of students whispering.

Someone even turned their heads and asked Bo Yan: "Bo Yan, do you know?" ”

Bo Yan didn't even raise his eyes, nor did he speak.

Feng Fenghua glanced at the old man and only smiled faintly.

The person who asked Bo Yan saw that Bo Yan didn't speak, so he flattened his mouth cowardly: "Bo Yan, are you okay?" What a daze! ”