Tang Jinchao raised his eyes to look at her, "You promise?" ”

Voice sarcasm.

She doesn't seem to have much credit.

"I swear." Miss Ji raised her fingers, "If I don't talk well, I will have sores on my face, and no one likes or loves me for the rest of my life, okay?" ”

She said the most poisonous words and prayed cautiously.

Tang Jinchao raised his eyes to look at her, "Do you think you admit that this news is related to you?" ”

"......" Ji Tong shook his head, "It's okay." ”

"It's okay that you're so concerned?" Tang Jinchao's eyes stared at her.

"I am...... I just don't want to expand things any further, how good you look on my face! Ji Tong pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "When others encounter this kind of thing, they are just green on their heads, and my whole body is green." ”

was green by her husband and wanted to divorce her, but she not only did not receive sympathy but was also scolded as a junior.

He only cared about Zhao Jingci, and didn't look at how people on the Internet scolded her.

There's such a miserable wife as hers.

Tang Jinchao twitched the corner of his forehead, listening to her speak, it was easy to jump on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

He took a deep breath and looked down to look through his papers, not wanting to bother with her.

"What's more, you're so busy, didn't grandpa also say let me help you. I've taken care of it, and you're not worried, aren't you? ”

There was no movement for a long time.

Ji Tong poked his finger on the shoulder, "What about you?" ”

"Can you wait and see?"

"Why don't you eat oil and salt, I'm lightening your burden."

"Okay?"

"Tang Sheng, Tang Dynasty, Tang ......"

She shook in front of him like a coquette, her voice was soft and delicate, Tang Jinchao couldn't listen to it, he snapped the file shut, "If you say one more word, this matter will not be over." ”

Ji Tong was stunned for half a second, and immediately smiled when she realized the meaning of his words, she hooked her fingers with her fingers, and pressed them with her thumb again, "Stamp, it's decided." ”

The childish and natural little movements easily allowed her to succeed.

The moment Tang Jinchao stared at his hand, he was hugged by her.

Miss Ji put her arms around his neck and hugged him to express her gratitude.

The man subconsciously tilted his head to the side to avoid it.

I saw Tang Jun's peeking gaze.

"Ahem, I didn't see anything." Tang Jun looked away, he smiled and put the brush on the inkstone next to him, "What, I won't be here to get in the way, I'll make room for you." ”

Anyway, the speed of the 100-meter sprint runs out.

Tang Jinchao stretched out his hand to push Ji Tong away, and called him in a deep voice, "Take the things you brought." ”

"I won't take this with me." Tang Jun raised an eyebrow at Tang Jinchao, "Leave it to you to use slowly." ”

"Adults." Ji Tong was puzzled, "What kind of company, making toys and clothing, quite diversified." ”

Tang Jinchao's eyes flashed across her face, and he didn't have any desire to explain.

He stood up and went to finish the rest of the precepts.

Ji Tong helped him study ink.

Since Tang Jun can write, so can she.

I also took a brush to write.

Tang Jinchao glanced over, as Tang Jun said, the writing was not bad.

Similar to his handwriting skeleton, the imitation marks are heavier, mainly because of her lack of strength.

Seeing him look over, Ji Tong smiled and asked, "Is it like?" ”

didn't wait for him to reply, Ji Tong looked at it herself, she clicked on the word "crazy", "I always feel that this word is unsatisfactory." ”

Tang Jinchao did not comment.

Because it is his glyph, Ji Tong's words are not so much writing as painting, drawing scoops according to the gourd.

Some of them are good, some of them are ...... As she said, it was not satisfactory.

Tang Jinchao couldn't look at it, before she put down the pen, the man's fingers raised on her wrist to stop her pen, Ji Tong was surprised, and raised his eyes to look at him.

"The wrist position is wrong." He tapped his fingers at her wristbone, "The power doesn't flow outside the wrist." ”

He was teaching her how to move a pen.

Ji Tong was a little surprised, but he did what he said very obediently.

But it always seems like something is missing.

Tang Jinchao put down the pen in his hand, he stood over and held her hand, "Follow my strength." ”

"Oh."

She should.

But the souls were all taken away.

He stood behind her, his entire back pressed against his chest, and he tilted his head slightly, his breath falling on the side of her face.

Every inch of consciousness was magnified, and Ji Tong felt that his breath was stirring up the small fluff on her skin, and the swagger disturbed her heart.

His fingers are also hot, and his palms are faintly sweaty, and he mechanically follows his strength to walk the pen, but he actually doesn't know what to walk at all.

She was small, easily wrapped in his arms, and her hair rubbed against his jaw, a little itchy.

The smell on the body is like a flower in full bloom, light fragrance, with a little spicy, very attractive.

The man's breath was slightly heavy, and he concentrated his attention on the pen.

When he finished writing, he let go.

Ji Tong looked at the finished word, which was more powerful and crazy than what she wrote herself, but it responded to the meaning of this word.

"It's better than what I wrote."

She looked up, just as he looked down at her.

Close at hand, breathing in a twist, his lips resting on her nosebone.

Ji Tong suddenly didn't dare to look at it.

She is irrational and easily seduced.

Miss Ji lowered her head in a panic, she hurriedly withdrew from his embrace, and she hissed in pain when her waist accidentally hit the table.

Tang Jinchao subconsciously grabbed her arm and pulled it forward, and the tip of the brush was impartially pointed at her chest.

A little ink stain on the white skirt quickly soaked in.

Ji Tong sighed and quickly put down the brush.

She pulled the paper next to her and pressed it to her chest, but unfortunately the ink had blurred and stained the white dress.

It's like a blurred ink painting, but it doesn't have the artistic conception of an ink painting, but it has a little more eroticism.

The ink pressed against the top of the mountain, and as her breath rose and fell, the movement of her wiping made ripples there.

The man's eyes darkened like this ink.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, compressing the gap between the two infinitely.

When Ji Tong realized that his action was inappropriate, it was too late, he was condescending, and his eyes fell on it.

Look at the ink.

Or something else.

Scrutinizing, bantering, and......

The most essential undertone between men and women.

The air became tense, and Ji Tong was stared at by him and couldn't resist.

The man's fingers curled, his phalanges rubbed a few times against the ink, and he tapped maliciously.

Clear waves.

Ji Tong's face turned red.

He stared at her rusty face and raised an eyebrow, "You're going to blush too?" ”