My iceberg smiled

Chapter 455 My Little Bookboy

After a while, Steward Zhuo asked Han Mochen about the girl's whereabouts.

Han Mochen followed the nonsense made up yesterday, and convinced Butler Zhuo in two or three steps.

At the end, when Steward Zhuo left, he thanked Han Mochen again and again, saying, "Thank you, young master, for being willing to help the girl to heal her face injury."

Han Mochen also calmly replied shamelessly: "You're welcome, you should."

After listening to the whole process, Han Qianxiao: "..."

Suddenly, she felt that the image of Han Mo Chen in her heart had collapsed slightly over the years.

In the past two months since entering Han's house, although Han Mochen has already experienced Han Mochen's ability to lie without blushing and heartbeat, watching him closely, the feeling is more profound.

Han Mochen had no scruples, when he entered the study, he directly pulled Han Qianxiao in as well.

Looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, Han Qianxiao was surprised.

Han Mochen seemed to be in a good mood today, motioned to the inkstone on the table, and said slowly: "Didn't you want to grind ink for me before? Now I'll give you this chance, my little book boy, huh?"

Han Qianxiao: "..."

At that time, she was just doing some work that could be closer to Han Mochen. As for how much she wanted to study ink?Not really.

And when Zhuo Qiu made this suggestion, she remembered that this person rejected it straight away.

What does it mean to give her this chance now?
Thinking so in my heart, but being very honest, I walked to the desk, picked up the ink bottle, poured a little ink, and started rubbing the stone pestle in the inkstone in circles.

About when the ink was grinded until it was neither thick nor weak, the man walked forward with a clean body, held the wolf hair brush in his plain hand, dipped the handle in the ink, and the shadow of his hand shook a few times quickly, and he wrote a few large characters in one go.

Han Qianxiao studied the ink seriously, and only looked up when the other party put down the pen completely.

At this glance, the eyeballs almost popped out.

On the beige rice paper, there are three words that are unrestrained and unrestrained——

Xiao, treasure, treasure.

Han Qianxiao: "..." I'll go.

The corner of Han Mochen's lips curled up: "How?"

Han Qianxiao uttered a word without words: "...Okay."

……

That room, Han Mo Chen and Han Qianxiao were doing calligraphy in the study, and this room, Mr. Han and Mrs. Han were playing chess in the private room.

Baizi and Heizi are equal, you chase each other, you surround me.

Mrs. Han: "You have seen it all today."

Old Man Han responded: "Yes, I saw and heard it."

Old Mrs. Han: "That child, Chen'er, mentioned Xiaoxiao."

Old Man Han: "Well, I mentioned..."

Mrs. Han held a white piece in her plain hand and placed it in the center of the chessboard. She almost ate a piece of black piece and said, "Although I don't know what Chen'er is looking for Xiao...Baby Xiao, is it a whim or to replace the little guy in my heart, but in the end There is a spiritual sustenance."

Old Master Han's Heizi fell down, ate three white ones, and said, "I think Chen'er missed that little guy so much, so he found a kid with such similar features to be his little assistant."

Old Madam Han: "I think so too, but what does that matter? As long as Chen'er can come out of the haze of six years ago, it doesn't matter how many substitutes are used, as long as he is happy... eat! Old man, this Win me!"

Old Man Han pushed his reading glasses: "Yo, I miscalculated."

……

Han Qianxiao didn't know that she had already been regarded by the elders as a substitute that Han Mochen had found. One day in the future, when the substitute became the genuine real person, she didn't know how everyone would look on her face.

(End of this chapter)