"I'll go back with my parents, and you write slowly." Miss Ji is very natural.

The man snorted coldly, and the document in his hand slapped at her head.

Ji Tong subconsciously closed his eyes.

With a snap, the file was thrown onto the table on one side.

Miss Ji opened one eye to look at him.

The man was also staring at her, and when he saw her open his eyes, he directly commanded, "Grind Mo." ”

Without the elders here, there will be no environment for acting.

Miss Ji pursed her lips, reluctantly, but still obediently went to study the ink.

The man looked at the rice paper on the table, and wanted to use them to paste Ji Tong.

Miss Ji couldn't understand his mind in this skin, but she still did a good job of grinding ink.

However, there are too many......

"So much, when was it written? Grandpa asked you to receive the punishment and didn't punish me! Why don't you let me go? ”

The man glanced at her and snorted coldly, "Haven't you heard of a cushion even if you die?" ”

"......" Miss Ji's face darkened by an inch, and the ink in her hand was released, "Then you should also know that husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes!" ”

"You run one and try it."

Tang Jinchao looked at her coldly while rolling up the cuffs of his shirt.

Miss Ji was stunned.

Isn't it just grinding ink, okay, bear with it.

The man rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing an arm, the buttons at the collar were unbuttoned, and the collarbone loomed, casual and lazy, with this cold ascetic face piercing the heart.

The most basic white shirt and black suit pants, the hem of the shirt is tucked into the waistband of the pants, and as he leans over, the shirt at the waist is tightened by the belt, outlining the outline of the man's thin waist, like a leopard ready to attack, and every muscle seems to be accumulating.

He folded the lattice with rice paper by himself, and his fingers swiped over the rice paper, casual and meticulous, such a simple action seemed to be particularly beautiful to do by him.

is like an elegant scholar in ancient times, elegant and romantic, but it complements the black ink of this rice paper.

Ji Tong was a little distracted for a while.

Tang Jinchao folded part of the rice paper lattice, and since he was a child, his cousins made mistakes, and the most punishment he received was to copy the Tang family's family motto, but he was also used to it.

He spread out the rice paper, took a brush, glanced at the woman in a trance, frowned, "What are you looking at?" ”

Ji Tong suddenly came back to his senses, his face turned red, and he stammered, "What do you see?" Didn't look at anything. ”

She shoved the polished ink into his hand.

Tang Jinchao dipped the ink and put pen to paper.

Keep a low profile and be cautious.

The sky is mad and there is rain, and the people are mad and woe.

Ji Tong stood next to him curiously and watched him put down his pen, the contrast between his words and his people was quite big, so breezy and moonlight, a cool and cool person, the momentum between the lines was fully displayed.

Ji Tong felt very surprised, he could see that his words were in the same vein as his grandfather's, his grandfather's words were more majestic, and his was a little more frivolous and wanton.

It is said that people are like their words.

Pretty.

However, writing is the most calm, Ji Tong glanced at his tense face, and his emotions were all in his heart, but his thoughts were leaked in his handwriting.

Impetuous and unstable.

Ji Tong pursed the corner of her lower lip, she stared at the man's side face, thinking about it, today's trouble, he can't get what he wants, and he must still be annoying.

With his thoughts on what to do with him, Ji Tong thought about himself, and the sourness that he couldn't love was indescribable.

He, it should be the same.

Sometimes liking someone may be for no reason, just like she can't figure out where she can't compare to Zhao Jingci, and she may have no answer.

Ji Tong stood at the table next to him and helped him fold the other rice paper into a grid that was easy to write.

will also stare at the ink in the inkstone, and help him study the ink in time.

Tang Jinchao looked up, and saw her lowering her eyes, the sun dancing on her hair, she did not maliciously tease, but looked at warmth when she was silent.

is clean in a white dress, and there is this face that deceives the dead and does not pay for his life.

Tang Jinchao sneered, lowered his head and continued.

The old man probably wanted to abolish one of his arms today......

She endured it for a long time to let him see it, just, in exchange for a sneer?!

Miss Ji was a little angry, she stood opposite him, her hand propped on the edge of the table to look at him, "Did you peek at me just now?" Did you suddenly find out that I was pretty good-looking? ”

The point of the word "low" is broken.

Ji Tong: This ...... Scrapped.

The brush in the man's hand put on the inkstone, and reached out to throw the discarded one into the trash.

Tang Jinchao lifted his eyelids to look at her, his face was cold and indifferent, "Really when I'm blind?" ”

“……”

His words almost made her angry, and Ji Tong couldn't understand why she had to talk to him masochistically.

It's just infuriating.

Miss Ji snorted, "Hurry up and write yours, I'm starving to death, what time can I eat." ”

Miss Ji was bored watching him write, the room was very quiet, the fragrance of ink filled the whole space, the sun shone in through the window, there was only him and her here.

It would be nice if time stopped there.

He writes, she reads.

When the handwriting dries, I will also comment on two sentences.

"It is said that the heart is calm when practicing calligraphy, and sure enough, hey. This pair of words is not so impetuous. ”

Tang Jinchao straightened up and tilted his head to look at her.

She looked down, her elbows propped up on the table, her upper body lying on her stomach and her buttocks, lazy and boneless.

"Stand, sit, sit, sit!"

Miss Ji rolled her eyelids helplessly, the Tang family talked a lot about the rules, and Mr. Tang was especially, like an old man in his fifties and sixties, and he didn't like her.

After standing for a long time, her waist hurts, if she doesn't want to accompany him, wouldn't it be nice for her to find a chair to sit down?!

Miss Ji snorted inwardly, ignoring his reprimand, and raised her elbow against the person beside her, "Is your word ......?"

The waist was pushed down, and Tang Jinchao subconsciously took a side step to avoid it.

Miss Ji lost her focus for a moment and fell directly in his direction.

"......!"

He has a conscience.

The person was grabbed by him, Miss Ji leaned on half of his body, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Tang Jinchao, did you do it on purpose?" ”

"You deliberately shook me, just to hug me."

She browled her eyebrows and smiled a little proudly, knowing that he couldn't do it, but she still teased him.

Sometimes when the words are spoken, there is a sense of truth.

She lives in the abyss of her own feelings, sinking deeper and deeper, but she can only look at him coldly.

"You're brick-skinned?"

Miss Ji glanced at him, and she pretended to stand up straight.

Then he asked him, "Grandpa said let me help you, can I also help you write?" ”

"It's not."

"What does Grandpa want me to do for you?" Ji Tong raised his eyes to look at him, "What project did you take?" ”

"Want to know?"

The man glanced at her, and his cold eyes showed a little evil spirit.

Ji Tong looked at him like this, and subconsciously refused, always feeling that there was nothing good.

The phone tinkling message sounds.

Tang Jinchao picked it up, and their cousins' group was lively.

The little cousin Tang Jun is frantically brushing his sense of existence.

"Thank you Fifth Brother for saving me."

"Thank you, fifth sister-in-law, that glass of wine is dashing!"