shock!Hidden married wife turned out to be a boss

Chapter 106 Tang Zinian of Versailles

"Xuan paper, I have some at home, come back with me when you are free, and I will bring it to you. I also have a piece of Hui ink."

Tang Zinian's eyes lit up at Song Weifang's words, Huimo, that's the best ink.

"I'm going to buy rice paper today. Since Grandma Hao has it at home, wouldn't it be convenient today?"

"It's convenient, you can go and get it anytime."

Tang Weixin was a little speechless, and he also knew a little bit. If he wanted to persuade Tang Zinian, he only needed a good ink.

Tang Zinian followed Song Weifang back to Hao's house to get ink. It was obvious that she really liked calligraphy.Just rejecting Song Weifang's invitation was also because she didn't like being bound by some things.

In the Hao family, everyone in the family works in the Education Bureau. Hao Mingxuan is also a Chinese teacher. He is at home because he has no class today.

Seeing Song Weifang bring Tang Zinian back, Hao Mingxuan was surprised: "Grandma, didn't you go to see your friends?"

"You kid, can you talk? Didn't you see Miss Tang?"

Hao Mingxuan: Of course he saw it. He just wondered why Song Weifang came back again.

"Hi Miss Tang."

Tang Zinian nodded politely, "Hello."

"Aren't you in class today? Why are you at home?"

Hao Mingxuan took the bag from Song Weifang and said, "No, so rest at home."

"Oh, make two cups of tea and bring them to the study."

Song Weifang didn't explain why Tang Zinian appeared here, Hao Mingxuan didn't ask even though he was puzzled.

Song Weifang took Tang Zinian to the study on the second floor. From the moment he entered, Tang Zinian felt a scent of books coming towards him.

The hangings on the wall are not those expensive paintings, but some words and some ink paintings.

Whether it is the living room or the corridor, there are some bookshelves filled with books.

Educational family is different, this is the legendary scholarly family.

When we arrived at Song Weifang's study room, this feeling became more and more intense, which made Tang Zinian feel as if he had traveled back to ancient times in a second.

"Everyone in the family loves to read, so there are more books."

Song Weifang saw Tang Zinian was surprised when he read the book, so he explained.

"I've kept these papers for many years, but I haven't had time to use them. See if you can still use them. If you can, take them away."

"Thank you, Grandma Hao."

Song Weifang took out a cardboard box, opened it carefully, and it was wrapped with a layer of silk cloth. It was obvious that Song Weifang cherished the paper.

The moment Song Weifang opened the silk cloth, Tang Zinian's eyes lit up, the paper turned out to be Xuan paper from Yupintang.

The rice paper of Yupintang can be said to be the ceiling of rice paper, just like the Rolls Royce in a car.And it's the kind of money that can definitely buy it.

"I knew you liked it," Song Weifang smiled after seeing the small expression, and carefully took the paper out of the box.

"And this ink, I have been collecting it for a long time, now I will give it to you."

At the door, Hao Mingxuan came in with two cups of tea, and he couldn't help being surprised to see that Song Weifang gave Tang Zinian all the rice paper and Hui ink that he had collected for many years.

You know, his grandmother didn't give him as many sheets as he wanted, but now he gave them all to Tang Zinian.Is the relationship between Tang Zinian and grandma so good?So much better than his own grandson.

"Grandma, tea is ready."

Hao Mingxuan put down his tea and walked towards the two of them, pretending to be surprised and asked, "Grandma, why are you willing to take out your baby?"

"What do you know, a sword is given to a hero, and this paper is the same, it is only valuable if it is in the hands of people who know how to read, otherwise it is just a piece of waste paper."

Hao Mingxuan curled his lips: "You were reluctant to ask you to give me a few before, but now you give them all to Ms. Tang, which makes me feel that I was sent by my parents for phone bills."

"Here, it's a waste. As far as your words are concerned, even dogs crawling are prettier than your words."

This is undoubtedly his grandson, Tang Zinian couldn't help laughing out loud.

Seeing that Tang Zinian was in a good mood, Song Weifang took out the piece of Hui ink and asked tentatively, "Why don't Miss Tang try?"

"Okay."

Hao Mingxuan took the initiative to grind it. He wanted to see how good Tang Zinian's handwriting was, so that his grandma could give her the precious rice paper that he had treasured for many years.

"I'm sorry," Tang Zinian smiled at Hao Mingxuan, spread out the rice paper, picked up a brush, dipped some ink, and wrote on the rice paper.

After a while, the words "educating people with morality" appeared vividly on the paper. When Tang Zinian wrote, his movements flowed smoothly and smoothly, without a single pause. Looking at the words, it was majestic.

Looking at that word, Hao Mingxuan was a little ashamed. This word is indeed better than his, it should be said that it is not at the same level.

Although his is also very good, compared to Tang Zinian's, it is like the sky and the earth.That's the difference between Xiaobai and a master.

"This paper is really more valuable if it is in Miss Tang's hands."

Hao Mingxuan was also convinced, and it's okay not to. Tang Zinian had already pressed him and rubbed him on the ground.

"This character is really good. It's majestic. Even if those calligraphers come, they have to be ashamed of themselves."

"Grandma Hao won the award, and I just wrote it casually." Tang Zinian was a little embarrassed by the compliment.

Hao Mingxuan: You can choose Versailles.

Tang Zinian wrote a few more copies. If the paper is good, the pen is good, and the ink is good, people can't stop writing.

Looking at those characters, Song Weifang kept saying: "Okay, okay, okay, this calligraphy finally has a successor."

Seeing that Tang Zinian wrote several copies, Song Weifang asked her to write her name on it, but Tang Zinian shook his head and refused.

"Your word, don't you mind if I take it and give it away?"

Tang Zinian shook his head: "I don't mind, it's my honor that someone likes it."

In this way, Tang Zinian exchanged a few words from Song Weifang for paper from Yupintang, and Song Weifang also gave her an unopened pen.

Tang Zinian hugged her happily and left. After purchasing some hairpin materials, Tang Zinian returned to Peach Blossom Manor.

This hairpin night will not be ready in a short time. A good hairpin needs to be carefully crafted, and it also needs to be colored and baked. The process is quite complicated.

The next day, Tang Zinian bought a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket and went to the hospital. She had something to say to Zhan Qinchuan.

Knowing that Tang Zinian was coming, Zhan Qinchuan had been looking forward to it early in the morning, and Fang Cheng covered his eyes when he saw it.When did his boss look forward to living alone so much?
After nine o'clock, Tang Zinian pushed Zhan Qinchuan's ward away, and seeing the flowers and fruit basket in his hand, Zhan Qinchuan's heart skipped a beat, feeling a bad premonition.

"How's the recovery going?"

Sure enough, the alienated tone and expression made Zhan Qinchuan panic for no reason.Is Tang Zinian trying to draw a line with him?
(End of this chapter)