Miss Savage and Arrogant President

To tell the truth, Mo Wuyou really doesn't understand this calligraphy. A complete layman, she doesn't even know why she wants to study ink. Can't she write without studying ink?

But she was still very serious and happy. She began to play, three circles on the left and three circles on the right.

Shen Sheng turned his head to see how happy she was playing. He shook his head reluctantly and patted her ink grinding claws: "don't play. How can you do this?"

Mo Wuyou pouted and asked modestly, "how should I do that?"

Shen Sheng smiled and patiently explained: "when grinding ink, the ink body should be vertical, press it carefully and turn it gently, slow first and then fast, and the force should be uniform. Don't be acute."

Mo Wuyou did as he said several times, and then asked for his advice with grape like eyes: "is this right?"

Looking at her so clever appearance, Shen Sheng was in a good mood and didn't mean to praise: "not bad."

Don't worry. When you hear the speech, you smile and look forward to Shenghui. You lose Shen Sheng's mind.

But Mo Wuyou had already lowered her head to study the ink. She didn't notice it at all. After a while, she looked up and asked, "can't this ink be written directly? Why do you want to study it?"

The problem has been hovering in her mind for a long time, and she still doesn't spit out at last.

Shen Sheng didn't make fun of Mo Wuyou's ignorance. Instead, she felt that she didn't pretend to understand. It was good: "I used ink ingots, not ink. Of course, I can't write directly. I can calm my mind and condense Qi with ink ingots. The things written in this way are better. Moreover, the works written in ink are difficult to keep and flow, and they are easy to fade. Good ink is written for thousands of years like the next day."

Mo Wuyou looked at him slowly. He felt that he had some different feelings at the moment. He was a little less cold and refused people thousands of miles away than usual, and had more elegant book breath. He was calm and charming all over.

She looked at it and answered silently, "I know."

Then she saw Shen Sheng pick up the brush and gently dip it in ink. She curiously gathered around him and looked forward to what he would write?

Shen Sheng had an idea in his mind. He looked at the potted plants in the room, bent his mouth and waved his pen as follows.

At first sight, the room is full of spring.

When Shen Sheng wrote, Mo Wuyou took it very seriously. When she saw what he wrote, her face turned red for a moment. She knew that he liked the office he had arranged for him. She had a joy from inside with a little thick honey in her heart.

Looking at his calligraphy, it's really beautiful. When writing, it's as free and easy as running clouds and flowing water. A few words are finished at one go, and the written font still shows a strong feeling, very natural and unrestrained, very man. Mo Wuyou is a layman, but she only knows that it's very bright and she likes it very much.

When Shen Sheng finished writing, he put down his pen with satisfaction and looked at Mo Wuyou.

Mo Wuyou looked at Shen Sheng suspiciously: "no? There should be another sentence?"

She could see that it was only half a sentence no longer understood. Moreover, his words accounted for only half of the position on Nuo Da's paper, which was obviously not enough.

Shen Sheng smiled: "that sentence is up to you."

Mo Wuyou stared and pointed to himself: "me?"

Is there a mistake? Her level is limited to holding a brush, as for writing... Not at all!

Shen Sheng nodded affirmatively, then looked at her provocatively: "why, no?"

Mo Wuyou had nothing in his heart, but when he looked down on him, his character of not admitting defeat came up: "what won't? It's not simple?"

Shen Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Mo Wuyou's head was hot and said, "I've already thought of the next sentence."

Shen Sheng watched her fall into his trap step by step. He was still calm and asked, "is it true or false?"

Mo Wuyou was even more unconvinced by his suspicious eyes. Although he had no confidence in his heart, he still raised his small face and pretended to be bullish: "don't believe it? I'll tell you. Listen to it. What you wrote is that you see the spring in the room at first sight, isn't it?"

Mo Wuyou didn't have any idea at this time. She was an idiot in this regard, but she refused to admit defeat with Shen Sheng and beat her to death. She was anxious and her brain turned wildly. She kept repeating the content written by Shen Sheng, but couldn't make the next sentence.

Shen Sheng looked at her like this and smiled in his heart. He didn't forget to stimulate her: "if I really can't think of it, it's no big deal. I'll take it as if I didn't ask."

Mo Wuyou glared at him and ignored him. He thought of himself. His little eyes were purring and turning. Suddenly, he had a bright light and smiled: "I can't think of it. You don't look down on people. Listen."

Shen Sheng raised his eyebrows and said with great interest, "I'm all ears."

Mo Wuyou smiled all over his face and raised his chin: "my next sentence is, suddenly I heard that savages are elegant and surprised."

Shen Sheng instantly heard her irony. He was not satirizing himself, a savage. He suddenly did something elegant like calligraphy, which shocked her!

Sample! I didn't expect you to have this ability. It really surprised him!

Shen Sheng didn't make any comments. He reached out and made a gesture of invitation.

Mo Wuyou already thinks he's great to pay for it, but if she really wants to write it, it's still written on a piece of paper with his words. Mo Wuyou really thinks it's a waste of such good calligraphy.

She really feels like riding a Tiger now.

Hard headed, Mo Wuyou picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and was cruel. As soon as she left the first pen, she couldn't write. It was too long. How could she write?

Helpless, Mo Wuyou looked at Shen Sheng behind him for help and said pitifully, "it's too long."

Looking at Mo Wuyou falling into his trap step by step, Shen Sheng seemed to have a sudden flood of kindness and suggested, "I'll teach you?"

Mo Wuyou didn't know Shen Sheng's cunning. She nodded heavily.

Shen Sheng hooked his mouth, walked behind Mo Wuyou and hugged her from behind. At the moment, he finally showed his Coyote nature.

Mo Wuyou didn't know what he said. He struggled and said, "Why are you holding me?"

Shen Shengyi said the right words as if he didn't have a crooked mind: "for a novice like you who doesn't understand at all, do you think you can understand just by speaking?"

Mo Wuyou felt that what he said seemed to be right. He really didn't understand anything. Maybe he thought too much, but she didn't forget to remind him: "you teach, don't move your hand feet."

Shen Sheng asked back and directly blocked Mo Wuyou: "I seem to be so impatient?"

Mo Wuyou has obviously forgotten some of his previous bad deeds. In front of such an elegant thing, he was cheated by his correct attitude at the moment, and he doesn't struggle anymore.

Shen Sheng looked at the little sheep who was no longer struggling in his arms, but he smiled and hugged her more tightly.

Then he hugged her, stopped her hand holding the pen, and drank a warm breath in her ear: "follow my hand."

Mo Wuyou's earlobes turned red in an instant. She was a little ticklish. She shrunk her head. Although she felt that their current posture was very ambiguous, listening to Shen Sheng's words, she felt that he was really teaching himself. She was embarrassed to stop him, but gently replied, "well."

Shen Sheng holds Mo Wuyou's hand and writes very slowly. It is completely different from the rhythm when he writes. It can be said that it is the speed of the tortoise.

He gently sniffed the fragrance of her body, the faint smell of milk, just like the smell of a baby, but it smelled better than that, which made him distracted, and his lower body reflected directly.

Fearing Mo Wuyou's discovery and scaring her, Shen Sheng had to open a little distance. It was really painful, but his head was reluctant to lean against her neck.

Mo Wuyou is not feeling well at the moment. Her face is already red, and her heart is beating wildly. She is not nervous. The breath of beauty is filled between them.

The whole process was very slow in the past. Mo Wuyou even felt that it had been as long as a century. In the middle, she even felt that Shen Sheng's lips had kissed his earlobe and neck, but it seemed that it was just his own illusion. He just rubbed it gently.

When the last stroke was finished, Shen Sheng breathed out a warm breath in a soft voice and sprayed it on Mo Wuyou: "well, what do you think?"

Mo Wuyou's trance mind came back. She looked at the rice paper. It was different from the previous sentence. This sentence was more like father-in-law's regular script, but it was not so neat.

Although the two sentences are written so differently, Mo Wuyou feels that they are so matched. Although the pen he wrote wrong at the beginning is abrupt, it seems to be a link connecting the two sentences, but it is a brilliant pen.

Mo Wuyou knew that these were Shen Sheng's masterpieces. His superb calligraphy made up for all this. She smiled brightly: "very beautiful."

Then turn your head happily.

But because Shen Sheng didn't leave, they touched their lips gently.

Mo Wuyou was so surprised that he forgot to reflect and stared at him, while Shen Sheng quickly grabbed her lips.

Taste it, and then turn it deeper.

Perhaps it is because this situation, this scene is too beautiful, this heart and this environment is too charming, so Mo Wuyou is addicted to his gentle kiss bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe this time it was two centuries. Mo Wuyou, who was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, was finally let go by Shen Sheng.

At this time, her mind finally came back, ah! She was seduced!

Mo Wuyou lowered his head in shame and didn't dare to look up at Shen Sheng's face. At the moment, there must be a ground seam. She absolutely doesn't want to drill in and let her die!

Shen Sheng chuckled and joked: "it seems that we have to practice in the future."

in the future? Later? Mo Wuyou is even more ashamed now! At the moment, what she thought was, um... She must not be tempted again in the future!

Mo Wu frowned and said, "well, I'm going back to work."

Shen Sheng can say that he is full of wine and food at the moment. His mood is not an ordinary pleasure. Even every hair in his hair shows a sense of joy. He generously let it go. "Yes, you can wait for five minutes."

Shen Sheng carefully put away the written one, as if he were his most precious treasure.

Then he took out a new rice paper, wrote a few words freely, handed it to Mo Wuyou, approached her, and said vaguely: "good, go back and see again."