Domineering President: Don't force marriage too much

Chapter 12 "Cousin" and the blue-faced confidant
Don't worry, don't worry!The innocent big boy calmed down after a moment of panic, and told himself that the matter hadn't been clarified yet, so don't jump to conclusions.

Mo Xue is not the kind of frivolous and casual girl, there must be some misunderstanding in this photo, he has to trust Mo Xue!

Thinking of this, he resolutely deleted the photo completely, and then called Mo Xue: "Mo Xue, you haven't come to the meeting for half a month, you are not here, and the male members don't like to attend, if this continues, we will The association is about to be abolished."

Mo Xue was amused: "You are making me happy. With you here, the female members will definitely go, and the female members will definitely go, and the male members will definitely go. Our association will not cancel it."

Shen Zhihao half-jokingly and half-seriously said: "But if you always don't come, I don't want to go either, so you will come today, right?"

"Well, I will definitely go, after class."

This phone call made Moxue a little happier. Ordinary campus life is the best, without those messy things and people. Every day in class, I play ball and practice calligraphy, fight with my classmates, and chat with boys before going to bed at night. And rushing forward like playing rugby, although life is monotonous, there are many pitfalls, just complaining is too busy...

After hanging up the phone, she hummed a little song and walked to the supermarket, intending to buy a large bottle of ink and a large stack of rice paper.

The phone rang, and when she saw the call, she lost her smile, and it was that crow calling again, so she ignored him.

The phone rang for a long time and then it stopped ringing, and then a text message, asking what you want to eat tonight, and he came to pick her up, etc. She lazily replied: I have been absent for many days to participate in club activities, and I can't miss any more .

Why is this guy so idle? He comes to her every day to eat, drink and have fun. Could it be that he is an old man who doesn't have to work every day?

Then she shuts down and does what she has to do.

As soon as the afternoon class ended, Shen Zhihao couldn't wait to run to the activity room of the Calligraphy Association, wishing to see Mo Xue right away.

The Calligraphy Association was originally an unpopular association with only a dozen members. After he and Mo Xue joined the association, the number of members gradually increased, but there were still only a dozen people who really liked calligraphy, and most of them came to get close to him and Mo Xue. He was a little depressed, but Mo Xue really liked calligraphy.

In his opinion, it was a miracle that a girl as beautiful and refined as her actually liked calligraphy and could write well!
The heart is as calm as water, and the person is as light as a chrysanthemum. Where in this world is there a goddess who is as clean as she is?
I just hate that the activity room of the Calligraphy Association is too far away, even if I ride a small electric donkey, it takes nearly 10 minutes, damn it!

But after 10 minutes, he forgot the anxiety in his heart, because Mo Xue was just sitting there, writing quietly.

The bangs are gathered behind the head, the hair hangs down the waist, the skin is crystal clear, the contours of the side face are undulating and graceful, and it seems to exude a faint, soft luster, what a peaceful and tranquil picture...

At that moment, he felt that he traveled through time and space and returned to the distant ancient times. At that time, the talented women were far away from arrogance and spotless, sitting quietly in the study room, with good calligraphy, dignified and charming posture, and the future generations will recall it in their dreams. Go back to the past but can't.

He was fascinated and couldn't look away.

"Zhihao—here you are! I've been waiting for you for a long time, come and teach us how to write!" The girls spotted him and waved and screamed at him.

Mo Xue also heard it, and after writing the last stroke quietly, she stopped, turned her head slightly, and smiled brightly at him: "Zhi Hao, long time no see, you are here!"

The gentle moonlight has become bright sunshine!Shen Zhihao also smiled brightly, and walked towards her: "Well, long time no see, how is your handwriting doing? Do you feel unfamiliar?"

"It's a bit rusty, but after practicing for half an hour, I'm starting to get back the feeling. Your handwriting must be better, right? Come on, I've already laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, write a few words for me to see .”

Shen Zhihao liked to practice calligraphy with her the most. He washed his hands immediately, wiped them clean, then sat down, adjusted his sitting posture, and took a few deep breaths before picking up the pen and writing with all his concentration.

Holding her chin, Mo Xue was fascinated by watching the graceful black lines slowly and smoothly appear on the white paper, and then formed a complete, perfect, artistic and dynamic ancient Chinese character.

It's not a painting, only black, a few simple strokes, but it outlines a figure with more charm than many paintings, it's really wonderful!
Mo Xue admired the strokes, and her eyes slowly moved to Shen Zhihao's face.

With a fair face, clear eyes, and good-looking glasses, she is gentle and shy like a white-faced scholar in ancient Chinese literature, but not pedantic and hypocritical. Her clothes and demeanor exude an idyllic, fresh and clean atmosphere, which makes her feel very comfortable.

Different from those impetuous, flamboyant, flamboyant boys in school who are always around girls and being surrounded by girls, Shen Zhihao is kind and courteous to everyone, but he will never follow the crowd, let alone be at the mercy of others. Out of principle, she likes such a boy.

like?The word made her blush.

At this time, Shen Zhihao seemed to have a heart, turned his head slightly, and his eyes met. Both of them blushed, and a sweet smile unconsciously appeared on their lips, and turned their faces away embarrassingly.

The boys and girls who had been staring at them looked at each other helplessly: They do this every time, do they think that others don't exist, or do they really think that others don't see it?And at this age, it's really amazing to be like a sophomore in junior high school and blush and shy when seeing the opposite sex you like!

Shen Zhihao coughed twice, and continued to write another sheet. Mo Xue stabilized her mind and continued to watch from the side, completely ignoring the reactions of others.

It was quite embarrassing like just now, but it made people feel a touch of sweetness and joy, reserved and tactful, without saying a word, she likes this feeling.

She knows that this youthfulness and innocence will disappear without a trace one day, so she doesn't want to enter the next stage too early, and just wants to continue to maintain this beauty.

Shen Zhihao wrote several cursive scripts of "My Fair Lady". The grass is grass, but the lines are beautiful and the shape is elegant, just like a beautiful woman dancing with her sleeves up.

The onlookers applauded one after another, praising him for improving his calligraphy, and he pushed his glasses shyly: "Thank you, thank you."

Mo Xue smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that besides Xingkai and Lishu, your cursive script is also so good. You must guide me to write cursive script in the future."

Don't look at Shen Zhihaosi's gentleness. He used to be the youngest provincial calligrapher. His works have won many awards in national calligraphy competitions. Now he is a member of the National Calligraphy Association. She likes to see him concentrate on writing the most. , No matter how you look at it, you can't get tired of watching it.

"Of course it's okay. I also want to see your block letters. Hey, your elbow is stained with ink. Wipe it off quickly."

Shen Zhihao picked up the towel, held her right hand, and wiped it gently.

Mo Xue blushed, her eyes flicked here and there, but she couldn't hide the sweetness on her lips. Everyone was sad and speechless again. It's all like this. Hurry up and make your confession public. House girl hopes, although everyone already knows there is no hope...

A hand suddenly stretched out, took away the towel from Shen Zhihao's hand, and wiped Mo Xue's ink on his behalf: "My wife's jade hand, how can I let other men touch it, I should wipe it if I want to!"

As he spoke, he even kissed the back of Mo Xue's hand, causing an uproar among the crowd.

Mo Xue's face turned pale. Where did this crow come from? Why didn't there even be a shadow of it beforehand?
(End of this chapter)