Beloved Wife on Top

At noon on the weekend, the two returned to an'cheng.

On the way, situ Wan called and asked them to go back to their hometown for dinner.

Yan Lishu's face was tired after driving for several hours. After eating, he went back to his room to take a bath and go to bed first.

As for Qin Mu, she slept all the way in contrast to Yan Lishu, and now she is quite energetic.

After chatting with situ Wan for a while, he took over the fruit plate from the housekeeper, "I'll send it to Dad."

Qin Mu got along well with the mother-in-law situ Wan, who didn't speak much to Yan Wendong.

The main reason is that Yan Wendong always has a tight face, and her angry appearance is even more dignified than Yan Lishu, which makes her a little afraid.

Moreover, she always felt that Yan Wendong didn't like himself very much.

Qin Mu knocks on the door and goes in. Yan Wendong is writing with a brush in his hand.

"Dad, I've brought you fruit!"

Generally, the fruit delivery person is his wife, but he recently quarreled with situ Wan.

Situ Wan asked the servant to send him fruit.

He was used to it, but today a soft and clear voice came out.

The wrist of the pen is subconsciously heavy. There is a big ink ball on the paper.

Before the third daughter-in-law found out, she took out the paper and laid a clean one again.

"Put it there first."

Qin Mu didn't know much about writing. After putting down the fruit plate, he took the initiative to go to the desk and said pleasantly, "Dad, I'll grind your ink."

She just wanted to please Yan Wendong and draw them closer.

At the same time, I want to say two good words for Yan Lishu to make their father son relationship more harmonious.

Qin Mu looks at the inkstone. It's the one she bought before.

As he grinds, he says with a smile, "Dad, Lishu said you like to write. He specifically asked me to buy you this inkstone!"

She felt that Yan Wendong was a bit awkward. On the surface, she didn't like Yan Lishu, but she liked the things Yan Lishu picked.

Yan Wendong sniffed at the words and raised his eyebrows. "Is that right?"

It's the inkstone chosen by this boy. No wonder.

From small to large, Yan Wendong was angry and liked to hit people with ink inkstones. He never hit them.

"Grace."

Qin Mu nodded his head like a pestle. "He said you are very good at writing."

Yan Wendong's writing is really good, but it's just that he finished it and appreciated it. He never showed it to others.

All of a sudden, I got interested, dipped in ink, and took up a pen to write a Yan character on the paper, pointing it out to Qin Mu, "how is my writing?"

"It's good, Dad. You've written very well!" Qin Mushan glanced at his head and raised his voice to boast.

Yan Wendong's special pride and happy mouth turned up, "then tell me how well I write this word?"

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"It's very powerful to write."

Yan Wendong was satisfied. He waited for a few seconds and saw Qin Mu lost his voice. "This is over?"

Qin Mu nodded his head, Yan Wendong drew the corner of his mouth, does the little girl not boast any more?

Qin Mu really didn't know how to boast, and she didn't understand this.

"I don't write well. You will know when I see the master's words!"

Qin Mu doesn't boast, he should be modest.

Qin Mu said in a low voice, "it's OK, Dad, what you wrote is better than me."

Yan Wendong was a little surprised. "Can you also write?"

"No." Qin Mu denies it decisively.

When Yan heard the black line on the east end, Qin Mu said with a smile, "Dad, you write so well, you can teach me how to write!"