On the day of the blind date, I got married to a billionaire

Chapter 787: Practice calligraphy well
The most disgusting thing was that Nian Jinyao's warm hands were gently rubbing back and forth on the soft flesh of An Qian's waist.

This made An Qian feel numb. She twisted her body a few times in discomfort and turned back to glare at Nian Jinyao!
"What's wrong? If you want to learn calligraphy, you have to grind the ink yourself. The ink hasn't melted yet, and you're staring at me?" Nian Jinyao looked at An Qian funny.

An Qian really wants to...

Okay, I guess Nian Jinyao can play!

No way, An Qian expected him to teach her some skills. She regarded this small gesture as giving Nian Jinyao some sweetness.

An Qian turned back and concentrated on polishing the ink. Nian Jinyao stopped making trouble and let her polish the ink first.

During this period, An Qian did not forget to remind An Qian that the ink should be polished well and the hand strength should be even. Don't be light and heavy. The ink should not be too thick or light.

An Qian polished the ink patiently as Nian Jinyao said. After polishing the ink, An Qian's arms were a little sore.

Nian Jinyao raised his hand and squeezed An Qian's arm, asking her to relax, and comforted her: "It's the first time after all. If you do it a few times, you won't feel it anymore."

"Do...? What are you doing...?" An Qian blushed and glanced at Nian Jinyao. She didn't know what was going on. She always felt that Nian Jinyao was teasing her intentionally or unintentionally!
Nian Jinyao couldn't hold himself any longer, he smiled helplessly, and stared at An Qian with a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, "Little guy, what are you thinking about?"

That’s a good question!It's like she is some kind of pervert!
An Qian turned red with anger and muttered: "What do I think? You are obviously teasing me, right? For no reason, it's the first time, several times..."

The further he said these words, the redder An Qian's face became and the softer his voice became.

However, even if An Qian's voice was as thin as a mosquito or fly, it was enough for Nian Jinyao to hear clearly.

An Qian became pregnant not long after their couple started having sex. It has been more than a year since then, and Nian Jinyao has not touched her.

So, maybe...

Nian Jinyao and An Qian were so close, and seeing her flushed cheeks, he couldn't control his desire.

However, Dr. Zhou once said that normal childbirth requires at least 3 months of recovery.If possible, rest for a while longer, preferably half a year.

Thinking of Dr. Zhou's instructions, Nian Jinyao could only endure it no matter how hard it was.

Holding An Qian's small chin with his big hand, Nian Jinyao's cello-like voice whispered softly in her ear, "I will take care of you after you have recovered."

Since you can't do anything, just concentrate on writing.

You can practice calligraphy carefully, your mind will calm down, and your desires will naturally be left behind.

Nian Jinyao taught An Qian to hold a writing brush. Then, his big hand wrapped around An Qian's white and tender little hand, and he started writing stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

An Qian relaxed and felt the power of Nian Jinyao's wrist driving the brush she was holding. She started with strokes on the rice paper, practicing horizontally and vertically.

Nian Jinyao and An Qian wrote ten basic strokes in a row. Then he took a new piece of rice paper and wrote the strokes again at the beginning of each line.

"Okay, just practice according to the strokes I wrote for you."

Nian Jinyao said, letting go of An Qian's hand, asking her to pick up the brush and try to write on the rice paper.

Without Nian Jinyao's assistance, An Qian sat down at the desk and practiced stroke by stroke with a brush.

At first, my wrists were a little shaky and I couldn't write well.

After wasting a few pieces of rice paper, An Qian's writing would look a little rough again.

Nian Jinyao went to look at a few documents and glanced at the small desk from time to time. Every time he saw An Qian sitting upright and practicing calligraphy seriously, it was like seeing his grown-up daughter sitting here practicing calligraphy.An Qian lowered her eyes and wrote seriously, then suddenly thought of something and said, "Mr. Nian, there is something I want to ask you."

"Say." Nian Jinyao looked at An Qian and said.

"Our daughter is more than 2 months old. When do you plan to name her? What name will you give her? Does your family have the habit of naming names based on generation?" An Qian said while not forgetting to write carefully.

"Grandpa told me before that if this baby is a son, I should take care of it myself.

“If it’s a daughter, I’ll give her the nickname, and my grandfather will give her the nickname.

"In addition, if it's a son, you can name it at any time. If it's a daughter, it must be formal. You have to ask a master to make a fetal hair brush at the centenary banquet. When you start the pen, you can name it and add it to the family tree."

An Qian could still practice calligraphy seriously just now, but after hearing what Nian Jinyao said was so complicated, she looked up at him in shock.

"Ah? You pay so much attention to it?" An Qian was a little at a loss, "Then... isn't the child's [-]th birthday party going to be a big one?"

"Yes, it will be a big and formal event." Nian Jinyao put together a document, looked at An Qian, and said, "Daughters pay more attention to it, but sons may not pay so much attention to it."

If it hadn't been for seeing the huge dance studio this afternoon, An Qian wouldn't have believed that the Nian family really valued their daughter so much.

But An Qian had gone to see it and understood very well the old man's obsession with his daughter.

Although he has no daughter or granddaughter, he is finally looking forward to having a great-granddaughter, and he is happy to think about it.

An Qian remembered that when she was in the hospital after giving birth, her grandfather was already happy to say that he finally had an explanation for the deceased old lady.

"Then you haven't thought about your daughter's name yet?" An Qian was still curious about what Nian Jinyao would name his daughter.

Speaking of which, the names of An Qiao and An Qian are very random.

Grandma once said that a girl must be clever and clever so that she will not be beaten to death by her husband's family when she gets married.

Therefore, I named my sister Anqiao.

As for An Qian...

Chun Chun was hoping that He Xiling would give birth to a son, but as a result, it was another daughter who failed to live up to expectations.

The word Qian means that An Qian has no sense of presence in this family. Another meaning is that she does not need to exist in this family at all...

So he was named An Qian.

This is also the reason why Mr. He got so angry when he found out their names!
Ever since Mr. He knew about these two sisters, he would not allow anyone to mention these two names in front of him!
Nian Jinyao understood that An Qian was obsessed with naming. He put down his signature pen, walked over to An Qian, held her hand that had been holding the brush, and wrote three words on the rice paper in front of her. .

The years are lovely.

"Keren?" An Qian felt that this name seemed ordinary at first glance, but after reading it a few times, she felt that a girl with such a name must be a sweet, gentle and kind little sister.

It's a shame that Nian Jinyao could come up with such a soft and waxy name.

"Then have you ever thought about your son's name?" An Qian suddenly remembered and looked at Nian Jinyao curiously and asked.

Nian Jinyao looked at An Qian, held her hand, and wrote the words "Nian Wenxuan" on the rice paper.

(End of this chapter)