A farmer's fierce wife

Chapter 342 Bullying You
Feng Gu hurriedly evaded, and said with a very aggrieved look: "Sister Nanfeng, I can only read some words, but I can't write."

"Is it better than me?" Nanfeng said.

"No no, Miss Nanfeng, you know many more characters than I do. I can't read many characters completely. They know me, but I don't know them," Feng Gu said.

Nan Feng thought about it, and simply threw the pen away, "Forget it, don't write it, you go to the store and store to notify according to the address on the application form, that means we will meet at Yuelai Tea House in the city tomorrow afternoon."

Feng Gu didn't need to write anymore, so she ran away immediately.

After throwing away the pen and paper, Nanfeng was about to close the door when he saw a man standing outside the door for an unknown how long.

Some days later, he became more and more handsome and personable.

Of course, the bookishness is getting stronger and stronger.

Nanfeng walked to the door and asked suspiciously, "Wenxuan? When did you come?"

In fact, Mo Wenxuan came when Nanfeng was holding a pen and paper. He was going to enter the store, but he was very surprised to see Nanfeng wanting to write.

Nanfeng should be able to read some characters, but writing... He is a scholar, so he naturally admires educated and knowledgeable girls, so he really wants to see Nanfeng's appearance when he is writing.

He hasn't seen Nanfeng for some time. He went to the provincial capital to study for a while, and he just returned to the county two days ago. He heard that the county magistrate's wife invited him to a birthday banquet, and that Nanfeng also went He felt very sorry that he missed an opportunity to meet Nanfeng.

So Mo Wenxuan decided to come and see Nanfeng in person.

Nanfeng picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink. Today, she is wearing a moon-facing bun, with a white jade hairpin slanted on top of her head. She is wearing a crimson gold threaded gauze dress with a white dress on the outside. Xiao Ma Qi, when she lowered her head, her hair fell down like a waterfall, she was very beautiful.

Mo Wenxuan couldn't help but glanced a few more times, but saw that she hadn't written for a long time, and later pushed the pen to Feng Gu.

It turns out that I can't write.

It was the first time that Mo Wenxuan agreed with the saying that a woman's lack of talent is virtue. If a girl has a good family, what's the use of being so good, she just needs to be good-looking.

He originally wanted to go in and help Nanfeng write, but seeing that Nanfeng didn't seem to need to write, he was in a hurry to close the shop.

He just took two steps forward.

What's more frustrating is that she didn't know he was standing here after he stood at the door for so long.

"I just came too," Mo Wenxuan said with a slight smile on his face.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Nanfeng's attitude was indifferent, neither happy nor unwelcoming.

Mo Wenxuan handed a box of sweet-scented osmanthus crisps to Nanfeng: "Master's mother made it, so I packed some for me, and I couldn't finish it. I happened to pass by Yong'an Street and thought, maybe you like it."

He remembered that Nanfeng was always greedy.

However, Nanfeng took a box of osmanthus crisps indifferently, but didn't take it: "Since it was made by the teacher's wife, then don't disappoint the teacher's mother's kindness, let's keep it for you to eat?"

Mo Wenxuan insisted on letting Nanfeng eat: "I don't like eating these things very much, and I forgot to eat them when I took them back. Wouldn't this be more disappointing to my teacher's mother's kindness?"

Nanfeng then said: "But now I..."

She is no longer greedy for these things. If she really wants to eat them, she can buy them in the snack street next door, and they are delicious.

"Girl Feng," Mo Wenxuan asked, "You don't think you still remember how I bullied you when you were young, do you?"

(End of this chapter)