Jiang Yuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but swallowed the words alive.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that cannot be missed.
Fu Yanli turned on the low setting and ran his long fingers through his hair, carefully and gently.
A strange numbness enveloped his whole body, and Jiang Yuan was so nervous that he didn't dare to move.
Oh my god, who will save her life?
This man was so good at teasing her unintentionally that she couldn't stop and couldn't imagine what it would be like in the future.
Thanks to the vast number of netizens, she turned yellow and was covered in yellow.
Fu Yanli lowered his eyes and glanced. The little girl was unusually quiet and had a serious expression. Could it be that she was too strong?
He bent down and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Yuan was immersed in his own yellow world and didn't even hear the magnetic voice coming from his ears.
Fu Yanli turned off the hair dryer and looked at her quietly.
Jiang Yuan reacted belatedly, raised his head and said, "Why did you stop?"
Fu Yanli did not answer her words, "Zhanzhuan, did I hurt you just now?"
Jiang Yuan shook his head, "No, you are very light, it doesn't matter how strong you are."
Fu Yanli: "..."
In an extremely weird atmosphere.
Fu Yanli restarted the hair dryer on low setting and silently digested what she just said.
It didn't hurt her, so why were you so serious and frowning?
Fu Yanli couldn't figure it out until all his black hair was blown dry.
He picked up the sandalwood comb from the desk and gently stroked it again and again. His black hair naturally fell down the back of his head, extremely beautiful.
Jiang Yuan stared at the words in front of him, and pictures flashed through his mind, as if he had found a breakthrough again.
She gently called "uncle", which made Fu Yanli soften.
Fu Yanli paused for two seconds before speaking, "Wish you, you don't need to call me uncle anymore in the future."
Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Instead of calling me uncle, call him by his first name?"
"If you like it, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Oh, are you afraid that I will call you old?"
"Zhuyuan, I am only seven years older than you, not seventy years older."
The two talked about age for a long time.
Jiang Yuan finally remembered the business and asked, "Who did you learn calligraphy from?"
"It's its own style, and I don't learn from anyone."
"I guess you are the one who brought up the plaque of Lotus Pond Residence, right?"
Hearing this, Fu Yanli couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, "Why do you see that?"
Jiang Yuan laughed confidently, "I knew you were talented. You can recognize it through your handwriting."
When Fu Yanli saw her happy, he was also happy in his heart, and he did not hesitate to praise her.
"Wishong is so smart, you can see it all."
When Jiang Yuan received the confirmation, he was extremely excited and said, "You are really amazing, I like it so much."
Fu Yanli: "..."
"Yuanyuan, do you like my words?"
Jiang Yuan nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, which was very cute for a moment.
"I like your handwriting very much, but my handwriting is not pretty. Can you teach me?"
Seeing her pleading eyes, Fu Yanli couldn't bear to refuse.
"Wishong, please write a few first and I'll take a look."
Jiang Yuan scrawled a few big Chinese characters on the side, which can only be described as ungentlemanly.
She whispered, "Is what I wrote ugly?"
"It's not ugly, I just wish I could stand it up with more practice."
The implication is that it is still ugly.
Fu Yanli stood next to her and explained, how could Jiang Yuan listen to what he was saying.
There was a magnetic voice in his ears, low and sexy, Jiang Yuan was a little confused and in a state of ecstasy.
After Fu Yanli finished giving instructions, he looked at her and said, "Wish you, please write it again according to the method I taught you."
Jiang Yuan took the pen with his hand and wrote the four characters again.
She secretly looked at his expression, her patience was so strong, she wrote that he was worse than a dog crawling, but she could hold back her anger.
"Uncle, am I writing better now than before?"
Fu Yanli smiled helplessly, "You're just a little bit stronger. Don't rush when it comes to practicing calligraphy. Take your time."
Jiang Yuan: "..."
My brother-in-law has such a good temper that he can't bear to criticize such words.
"Zhuyuan, I heard that you are good at painting, but why are your handwriting so mediocre?"
Jiang Yuan almost didn't answer, and said in a confused way, "Uncle, please don't expose your shortcomings. I must be something I'm not good at."
"I'm sorry, I just don't understand. It is said that calligraphers and painters come from a family, and people who are good at painting are also good at handwriting. You are really...different."
Jiang Yuan didn't feel looked down upon at all, but felt very proud.
Fu Yanli sighed again, the little girl has such a good attitude.
"Wishong, the posture of holding the pen should be correct. The brush should be placed between the middle finger and the ring finger, the little finger should be close to the ring finger, and there should be room in the palm of the hand when holding the pen."
Jiang Yuan obeyed and did as he was told, but still couldn't do it well.
Fu Yanli leaned over and took the pen from her hand to demonstrate in person.
At this time, Jiang Yuan felt even hotter, and his face was slightly red, like a cherry waiting to be picked.
The moment he leaned closer, the unique aroma from the man's body hit his nose.
Too over the top.
Jiang Yuan was so nervous that he didn't dare to move.
"The middle finger and index finger should naturally fit the brush, and the height of holding the brush should be three to four centimeters from the heel of the brush. Try again." Fu Yanli looked at her absentmindedly.
In terms of calmness, he was also at a loss at this time.
Fu Yanli knew what he was doing, so he slowly figured it out and approached slowly.
Jiang Yuan's cheeks were red and she didn't dare to look at him. Her little hand unconsciously held the pen in the correct posture.
Fu Yanli glanced and stood up straight.
Keeping distance for a short time made Jiang Yuan regain his senses.
She looked at him with a smile, "I did the right thing, didn't I?"
Fu Yanli said "Yeah", "Try to write a few more words and remember the key points I said."
Jiang Yuan took out three of his skills and wrote eight big characters on the rice paper: Beginning with first meeting and ending with old age.
It’s no longer doggy style, but you can still watch.
Jiang Yuan asked him as if he wanted to take credit, "Uncle, what do you think of these words?"
Fu Yanli stared at her thoughtfully, as if trying to find the answer.
"The meaning is beautiful, and the handwriting is much better looking."
Fu Yanli continued, "Wishan, what is your ideal love like?"
Jiang Yuan answered seriously, "I would like to win the heart of one person and stay together forever."
"Do you have someone you like?" After Fu Yanli asked, he listened carefully to her answer.
Wait for a gap.
Fu Yanli felt like he was suffering every minute.
"Uncle, actually I..."
Just at this moment, an inappropriate ringtone rang, it was grandma calling.
Jiang Yuan apologized and hurried out of the study.
His eyes were so insightful that Jiang Yuan was afraid of being spied on by everyone.
She also has her own principles. She can fall in love with him first and seduce him unintentionally, but in the end he has to chase him.
Fu Yanli looked at the door for a long time before looking away. He looked at the eight words again and murmured, "It starts when we first meet and ends when we grow old..."
Girl, that's interesting.
It happens to coincide with his view of love. He is willing to win the heart of one person and stay together forever...
Jiang Yuan returned to the bedroom on the second floor, leaning against the door and panting.
She took her time before pressing the answer button, and chatted with her grandmother for half an hour before hanging up.
Fortunately, grandma didn't ask carefully, otherwise the secret would have been exposed.
Jiang Yuan didn't want to hide it, but there were some things that couldn't be described clearly on the phone, so it was better to explain them clearly in person.
There was a knock on the door.
Zhao Lan came in with the cooked bird's nest, "Ms. Jiang, this is what our husband asked us to prepare."
