[Three update]
Yan Wendong twitched the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t say anything, but he secretly cursed this bastard in his heart.
The daughter-in-law finally had time to follow him to calm down and practice calligraphy, so why did he join in the fun?
He stared at Yan Lishu with his old face tense and stared at him angrily, hoping that he would be more aware of his feelings and leave quickly.
Not only did Yan Lishu not know the appearance, his eyes also fell on Qin Mu.
Qin Mu had never seen someone as shameless as him. If Yan Wendong hadn’t been there, she would have really wanted to throw something away.
Originally, I followed Yan Wendong into the study to practice calligraphy to avoid him.
Qin Mu frowned, kneaded the destroyed words into a ball, threw them into the trash can, lay a piece of paper again, and started writing.
Yan Lishu walked over and stood beside Qin Mu.
A desk was so big in total. He stood next to him and his whole shadow was cast on her.
Qin Mu subconsciously stood beside him, and the man leaned over again with shamelessness.
He approached her with a faint male perfume, took a deep breath, and his breath was everywhere in his internal organs.
Yan Lishu was too close to her, which made her completely lose her ability to think and didn’t know what she should do.
I suddenly forgot how to write it.
Qin Mu felt like he was going crazy.
He looked at Yan Lishu beside him. The man took the brush on the pen holder and touched it, “Borrow it, I’ll dip it ink.”
Qin Mu, “…”
Yan Lishu stood on Qin Mu’s left, and the inkstone was on Qin Mu’s right hand.
Even if Qin Mu deliberately avoided him, the man had the ability to lean over and touch her shoulder.
Qin Mu’s face looked very bad, and his two thin eyebrows were twisted and knotted.
Yan Lishu slowly dipped in ink and left Qin Mu for about a minute.