Meow is a cute wife, sweet

Chapter 512

Although An Chi had left the organization, Jun Yue still sent someone out to find him back.

Jun Si didn't stay in the branch for a long time, and walked out immediately after speaking.

Jun Yue followed closely behind.

Hearing the movement behind him, Jun Si stopped, turned around slowly, and looked at him coldly, "Boss Jun, there is no need for you to follow me, after all, I am not an important member."

"Xiaosi, are you still angry?" Are you still blaming him in your heart?

"No!" Jun Si categorically denied it.

Jun Yue squinted her eyes, showing an expression of 'it really is so'.

He stepped forward suddenly, his eyes gradually dimmed: "Whether you complain or not, I will always be your closest person."

He left immediately after saying this.

Jun Si was left alone standing there with a complicated face.

He is going to be quiet.

After leaving the branch, Jun Si drove directly to the city center.

Si Jialing lived in the center of Kyoto. Although Boss Jun was hostile to Si Jialing and the others, he didn't.

After being imprisoned for several months, Jun Si felt that the whole person was in a bad mood.

I was thinking of going directly to find Si Jialing, but suddenly remembered my boss Jun, Jun Si hesitated for a moment, and finally chose another direction at the corner.
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Lu house.

After one night, Xu Wu sent An Chi out and arranged his affairs properly. Even the few bodyguards he found at Lu Zhiheng's place last time were told by Xu Wu to stay by his side at all times.

If it is arranged for An Chi to stay in Lu Zhai, it will be too wronged Xiao Guai and An Tong.

Here, Lu Zhiheng nodded thoughtfully after hearing the captain's report, "Since it's Aunt Xu's arrangement, then follow her."

"Okay, Young Master Lu."

The captain of the bodyguard paused, as if he was a little uncertain, he said, "Young Master Lu, what you ordered earlier has already taken shape."

"Huh?" Lu Zhiheng frowned, and sat up straight in an instant, causing the little girl who was sitting on the side practicing calligraphy to look up at him curiously.

Noticing her gaze, Lu Zhiheng patted her little head lightly, stood up, stretched his legs and walked towards the other side. After walking a few steps, he turned around quickly, signaling her to continue practicing calligraphy obediently, No distractions allowed.

Tong Qiaoqiao let out a soft oh, and continued to carefully draw the copybook while holding the brush.

With one stroke, the writing is suddenly crooked.
Looking at the big tadpole-like characters on the rice paper, she bulged her cheeks in frustration. It is really difficult to practice brush calligraphy!
Tong Qiaoqiao wanted to cry but had no tears: oh, she has to practice twenty big characters today!

But is it just a compliment to others? ?Owner Lu actually asked her to practice according to his calligraphy!
Holding the limp brush, it was as uncomfortable as if she hadn't eaten meat for three days.

Lu Zhiheng took his mobile phone and went outside the door.

"What was the result of the investigation?"

When he opened his mouth, his tone was heavy and cold.

Even through the signal, the captain of the bodyguard couldn't help shivering when he heard the voice.

The captain of the bodyguard calmed down, "Lu Zhiyu is not Lu Chengkun's son."

"Oh? So this is it?"

There was no surprise on Lu Zhiheng's face, obviously he had known about this for a long time.

On the contrary, the captain of the bodyguard secretly admired in his heart: Sure enough, the boss is a person who does great things, and he was not shocked when he heard such news. Fortunately, he was in a daze for a long time when he heard the news. Compared with the boss, he is still too unstable.

Speaking of gossip, the captain of the bodyguard seemed to be unable to hold back: "Boss, you must not have thought who Lu Zhiyu's own son is!"

Speaking of this, the captain of the bodyguard was a little smug, and rubbed his hands unconsciously, "Boss, you never thought of it."

He deliberately emphasized the last few words.

I thought the boss would be eager to ask questions, but——

After he had prepared the 'surprise' and finished the draft, he heard a light voice from the other end of the phone: "Oh."

"???"

Just one word?
The captain of the bodyguard was a little confused. After thinking about it carefully, could it be that the boss was too excited, so he passed out?
No, no, the boss's psychological quality should not be so low.

What the hell is going on?He finished speaking, why didn't he ask him what to say? ?
The captain of the bodyguard turned to think about it, and there seemed to be only one possibility.

That is - did the boss already know?
Thinking of this, the captain of the bodyguard cautiously probed, "Could it be the boss?"

Before they could speak, they suddenly heard a busy tone of "beep beep beep".

Bodyguard captain: "."

Isn't he going to report to work?

Why did the boss hang up on him? ?
The dumbfounded captain of the bodyguard didn't know what he said wrong, which made his boss impatient.

The slightly overwhelmed captain of the bodyguard thought about last month's bonus, thought for a moment, and decided to send a complete email to the boss directly.

Well, he is so smart!
the other side.

Lu Zhiheng squinted his eyes, looked at the little person standing in front of him, then looked at the mobile phone in her hand, and spread his hand towards her calmly: "Little boy, bring the mobile phone here."

"No."

Guiltyly, Tong Qiaoqiao hid the phone behind her, raised her head, and looked at him angrily.

"If you agree to let me write ten less characters, then I will give you the phone. If you don't agree, the phone will be confiscated!"

After thinking about it, she still thinks that grabbing the phone is more threatening?
Lu Zhiheng raised his eyes and glanced at the desk on the other side. The writing on the rice paper was simply horrible.

The strokes are crooked, like small tadpoles, without the power to write a single word.

"Little boy, look at what you wrote, and then what others wrote, are you not guilty?"

The little girl immediately straightened her back, confidently saying, "I'm not guilty at all."

Lu Zhiheng: "." I really want to hold her in my arms and rub her little head.

"Didn't Xiaoguai say in the morning that he really likes calligraphy? Could it be that he doesn't like it now?"

Practicing calligraphy to improve one's health and self-cultivation. Lu Zhiheng also practiced calligraphy for a period of time, so he naturally collected some works of great gods.

Unexpectedly, when he was dug out early in the morning, the little girl immediately forgot about him when she saw the calligraphy works.

She kept clamoring to learn from others, heh, with him here, do you still need her to learn from others?
No, Lu Zhiheng, who was in an extremely unhappy mood, arranged ten large-character homework for the little girl.

He also deliberately stuffed his own works in front of her.

Tong Qiaoqiao had a bitter face, and pursed her lips aggrievedly, "Can't you just like it for a while?"

Lu Zhiheng: "...I can't." If you like it, you have to keep liking it.

"Is it really not possible?"

The little girl quickly stuffed the phone onto the desk on the other side, her dark eyes blinked, she tugged on Lu Zhiheng's sleeve and shook it.

"Ahem," Lu Zhiheng tilted his eyes and looked away, afraid that if he continued to look at each other, his heart would soften.

"No."

Tong Qiaoqiao let out a sigh of disappointment, turned around and took Lu Zhiheng's mobile phone in her hand, "I haven't finished my homework, so you have to come with me, hmph!"

Lu Zhiheng didn't object at all, and nodded lightly: "I'll stay with Xiaoguai later, okay?"

"It's a promise!"

The little girl's eyes were shining, and she suddenly stretched out her little finger and hooked his little finger lightly, "Don't go back on your word!"

Lu Zhiheng was amused by her little child's behavior, he gently touched her little head, "Well, I don't regret it." I will never regret it in my life.

Being tormented by the little girl like this, Lu Zhiheng simply stopped continuing the unfinished phone call.

He laid two pieces of rice paper on the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and noticed that the little girl beside him hadn't moved at all. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Little boy, watch me write?"

"Ah? No, no, I'm just curious, um, a little bit." She wanted to know how to hold the brush without making it limp.

"Then let Xiaoguai take a look."

Lu Zhiheng guessed what she was thinking, but didn't say much.

Xiaoguai has never touched these things before, if she is interested, no matter what, Lu Zhiheng wants Xiaoguai to do something she really likes.

And he just watched her silently from behind.

Tong Qiaoqiao was a little nervous, her eyes widened, and she stared intently at Lu Zhiheng's hand.

Every stroke, every swipe and stroke, all reveal a kind of style, quite like a master.

After a while, the word "good" appeared on the paper.

Lu Zhiheng stopped writing, turned his eyes and asked her: "Does it look good?"

"Yeah, it's so pretty!"

Tong Qiaoqiao nodded hurriedly, looking at Lu Zhiheng with a hint of admiration in her bright eyes.

Lu Zhiheng smiled.

The depression that had been lingering in his heart before disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xiaoguai is his good medicine.

Medicine for a lifetime.

Lu Zhiheng picked up the brush again and filled in a few words on the rice paper.

Lu Xiaoguai, Lu Zhiheng.

The two characters are lined up neatly, and they look like a natural pair.

The corners of Lu Zhiheng's lips curled up unnaturally.

Tong Qiaoqiao carefully read it several times, and felt that these two words were the most beautiful.

She was delighted, her eyes were reluctant to move away from the piece of paper, and she asked pitifully, "Brother Lu, can you give me this one?"

"Well, give it to Xiaoguai."

Lu Zhiheng dried the rice paper, flicked the dust off the paper, and handed it to Tong Qiaoqiao.

Tong Qiaoqiao put away the rice paper.

Seeing her serious face, Lu Zhiheng couldn't help laughing.

"Little boy, how can you be so stupid?"

"???" When was she stupid?
She carefully put away the work and checked it several times before she was relieved.

Lu Zhiheng pretended to be dissatisfied, "It's just a piece of torn paper, and you have to treat it so carefully."

Tong Qiaoqiao glared at him: "How can it be the same? Brother Lu gave it to me personally!"

Lu Zhiheng lowered his head and smiled slightly, suppressing the gloom in his eyes.

"The little boy will give me one too."

Although they are all little tadpoles, ugly is a bit ugly, but as long as it is Xiaoguai's mind, he will not care.

"Huh?" Did she write for him? ? ?

Tong Qiaoqiao was so frightened that she rushed to the desk in a hurry, opened her arms to stop her and said, "No, I won't give it."

Knowing that the brush calligraphy she wrote is not good-looking at all, why do you ask her to give it away?
Lu Zhiheng: "I don't dislike it."

"Keep, but I hate it!" The more he talked, the less confident he became.

The little girl was so guilty, she kept pinching her fingers, thinking about how to avoid Lu Zhiheng's request.

"It's good that I don't dislike it."

Lu Zhiheng repeated it again, seeing the little girl opened her mouth to speak, he quickly cut off her words: "Okay, since Xiaoguai can't write, then I will forcefully teach Xiaoguai. "

"What's more, what I want, I can also afford to wait."

The little girl was confused by what she heard, and was led by Lu Zhiheng unknowingly to teach her calligraphy.

"Little boy, don't move around, look at the rice paper, don't look at me."

".Oh"

"The posture of holding the pen must be correct. Come on, hold it tight, and don't let go."

A deep voice kept ringing in her ears, and the warm breath fell completely on the side of her face, and her porcelain-white earlobes were slightly flushed.

"You, don't get too close." She was so close that she could hardly breathe!
"Huh? What did Xiaoguai just say?" He had a smile in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what she was saying just now.

As he spoke, he moved closer without a trace.

"If you don't get close, how can you teach Xiaoguai to write calligraphy? I'm still waiting for Xiaoguai's work."

"Know it."

The little girl sighed faintly, holding the brush tightly with her white fingers.

"Relax, darling, you are not holding chopsticks."

"Okay" the little girl gritted her teeth secretly.

"Well, my little boy is really smart."

Lu Zhiheng pretended not to notice her little movements, and still taught her with all his heart.

Until I finally wrote the first complete and tadpole-like 'small' one.

If you want to ask Xiaoguai why he wrote this character, it is probably because of the few strokes.

When Lu Zhiheng asked, that's what she answered.

Then, under Lu Zhiheng's guidance, Tong Qiaoqiao finally fulfilled his request.

Looking at the rice paper on her desk, the little girl couldn't help being a little arrogant, "It seems that I'm still very smart!"

Lu Zhiheng rubbed her hair, it seemed messy.

"Well, Xiaoguai is the smartest in the world."

Tong Qiaoqiao said with a smile: "Then Brother Lu is the second smartest!"

After handing over the piece of rice paper that she had just written to Lu Zhiheng, she happily said, "Brother Lu, don't tear it up!"

Lu Zhiheng said solemnly, "I know."

Tong Qiaoqiao picked up the brush again and wrote a few words honestly, but still felt that it was not as good-looking as before.

Lu Zhiheng looked at her from the side.

He frowned and looked at the time, "Are you tired, little boy?"

Tong Qiaoqiao nodded.

Tired and tired, she didn't want to hold a pen at all.

"Since you're tired, don't practice."

The little girl in his family was coaxing her and comforting her at the same time.

"Is it really possible not to practice?"

"real."

"Oh yeah, finally I don't need to practice calligraphy!"

Tong Qiaoqiao was so excited that she wanted to spin around.

When Lu Zhiheng saw her, he directly reached out to hold someone's movements, and hugged her up.

"what?"

Tong Qiaoqiao looked at him in astonishment.

I saw his gaze falling with a half-smile: "Oh, my little boy is so happy? Isn't he tired?"

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)