Chapter 63
"Jiang Nuangu, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Gu Qianqi looks so handsome when he is angry.

Furious panting, sexy and provocative.

Just beating her hurts.

Jiang Nuangu said in a small voice, "I'm afraid you're worried..."

"I'm not worried if you hit the side of the road? Is your mind filled with mud?"

"If you are willing to be a paste..." she whispered quietly.

"What did you say?"

"No..." Jiang Nuan raised her head, "Then can I go back to sleep?"

"Sleep? You want to sleep before I clean you up?" Gu Qianqi stared at her pretty little face, puffy, her little lips were pink and tender, and the roots of her ears were red.

last night……

He actually lingered presumptuously on these lips, hugging her delicate body.

but……

When he thought of her dressed like that and running to dance, his whole body was on fire, and the fire in his chest was about to burn.

"You hit and beat, scolded and scolded, and educated, what else do you want?" Her head drooped again.

Do you want to kiss her?

He was not clear-headed last night, but now he is clear-headed!

I started to feel a little bit of anticipation in my heart.

"Go, write a self-criticism. It's [-] words, and even one word less will do."

"Huh? What? A self-criticism? I have never written a self-criticism since I was a child. I can't write it. I can't write it..." Jiang Nuan was pulled by him and walked to the desk.

"Didn't you write it? The last time I wrote about sexy exposure that can be worn for dancing, did you forget it so soon?"

She lowered herself and was pushed on the stool by him.

The last time it was a protest letter wrapped in a review book, only a few lines were written.

Two thousand words is too much!
"Can I type with a keyboard? Just print it out after writing!" She can copy and paste from the Internet and write [-] words in minutes.

"No. Write it by hand, right now." Gu Qianqi pulled the high stool next to her and sat down.

He has long legs, sitting on such a high stool, his feet touch the ground, and he looks so handsome in a black shirt!

He He……

What are you doing!

Gu Qianqi casually unbuttoned the collar, picked up the pointer on the table, "write."

"Writing a self-criticism, [-] words, needs to be conceived..." She opened the drawer, took out a pen and paper, "Let me think about it, don't hit me..."

"Need me to inspire you?"

"Okay!"

Gu Qianqi shook the pointer in his hand, chuckled in his eyes, "Hit it twice, maybe you will get inspiration..."

"Uncle Qi, why are you so violent? I won't tell you, because I don't want you to worry?"

"So, it's still my fault? If you hit the side of the road, I won't worry? The road was damaged, do you need to pay for it?" Gu Qianqi hit the pointer on the table.

"Uncle Qi, this table is expensive, don't break it, just hit me..." She giggled, "I'll write slowly, think slowly..."

"The handwriting is neat, the attitude is correct, and no tears are allowed to drop on it."

"I won't cry..." Jiang Nuan took out the pen and drew on the white paper, and there was no more ink.

She dawdled and took out the ink bottle again, dipped in the ink, and rested her chin.

Because Gu Qianqi likes to use pens, she is also used to using pens.

Moreover, he even learned pen calligraphy on purpose. When learning with copybooks, he copied Gu Qianqi's handwriting.

Now she can write eighty-nine points similar to his handwriting. If you are not particularly familiar with their handwriting, you will definitely not be able to tell.

Seeing that she didn't start writing, Gu Qianqi couldn't help asking, "Where did you raise all the money?"

If she really got it from the Dynasty, he should consider letting her go.

Not allowed to dance.

Even if she likes it, she can't go to the imperial court to dance.

Suddenly I felt that she was good at dancing at home and at school.

 Four shifts!
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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