My Mr. Lou is Lemonade

Chapter 580 Third Master: You just hugged me

The perpetrator hid in a corner, with a rebellious look: You tell me to get out, I am a dog.

And Wen Wan was so frightened that she fell to the ground, ignored the pain in her limbs, apologized and ran away.

Uncle Nian saw that the little girl was so frightened that her face turned pale and pale, so he rubbed his temples helplessly, "Third Master, you are so fierce that you will scare other little girls. This little girl's life is also very hard, so don't It's embarrassing for others."

Lou Yanqing frowned deeply: Is he very fierce?

He walked to the corner, squatted down, looked at the Tibetan Mastiff puppy the size of a pug, and patted its head violently.

"O-O-O--" Ben Gouzi was dissatisfied.

Lou Yanqing patted it on the head again, the dog was in pain, and growled "Mmmmmm", showing its sharp teeth.

Lou Yanqing punched it directly on the head.

Gouzi almost couldn't stand still, "Aw——Aw——Aw."

Obediently lie on the ground and subdue.

Lou Yanqing glanced at it, stood up, and told Uncle Nian, "Take it to the beauty shop first, shave it off, then lock it up and starve for three days."

Tibetan mastiff milk dog: ...

Hungry is hungry, why shave!
Very disrespectful!
Lou Yanqing walked slowly to the sink, washed his hands, and walked out of the study door again. He searched the whole courtyard, but he couldn't find that little girl Wen Wan. A foot of the fence.

The little girl behind her was so frightened that the whole fruit basket she was holding fell to the ground, and the apples and pears rolled out. When one of them was about to hit Lou Yanqing's toes, Wen Wan rushed over, hugged her, and let out a soft breath.

With his head down, he picked up the fruits one by one back into the basket, stood up and turned to leave.

"and many more."

The man's cold voice came from behind, Wen Wan's blood turned cold, and he turned around in a daze, "Third Master, what's the matter?"

"You hugged me just now." Lou Yanqing said as if stepping on a mouse's tail to tease.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Wen Wan lowered her head as much as she could.

"Then punish you for copying Buddhist scriptures." Lou Yanqing pursed his lips, looked down at his little black head, "Are you the elders who you can casually blaspheme? Why don't you come with me?"

Lou Yanqing strode forward, Wen Wan could only obediently hold the fruit basket, and followed in small steps like a little tail.

In the study room, Lou Yanqing prepared a temporary table for Wen Wan, and gave her a few Buddhist scriptures painted in red, while he stood on the desk and began to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

Granny Lou asked him to copy Buddhist scriptures, saying that it could suppress the hostility in his heart.

He has always been indifferent to his biological mother Lin Lijun, but in his daily upbringing, he respects Mrs. Lou very much.

Lou Yanqing was holding a small script writing brush, and was copying Buddhist scriptures with his head down. The sandalwood on the desk was wafting, which made him a little unclear, adding a bit of ethereal magic.

Wen Wan was a little taken aback. This man is really good-looking, but it's a pity that he has a bad temper.

Xu felt the scrutiny, Lou Yanqing lightly tapped a comma, then slightly straightened up and looked at Wen Wan: "Can't write?"

Without waiting for her to answer, Lou Yanqing went straight around behind her, his chest pressed against her back, grabbed her little hand from behind, put one hand on the desk, and controlled her whole body between the desk and him. between.

Wen Wan wanted to take her hand away, but Lou Yanqing held it domineeringly, grabbed her hand and held the pen, swishing the brush wantonly in the air. It was clearly a delicate lower case script, but it made him write with a bit of vigorous force, and the words pierced through the back of the paper. .

That word is beautifully written.

Before Wen Wan foolishly let him grasp her handwritten Heart Sutra, he suddenly stopped, put his chin on her shoulder, pressed his face very close, and his voice was as mellow as sake that had just been boiled in winter.

"What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)