Sweet Noble Heir

Being praised by Jiang Wanbai, Qi Qingxing feels happy. He clenches his fist to cover up his smile and asks, "what about you?"

"Not bad." Jiang Wanbai's expression was stiff for a moment and said with a stiff face.

But in fact, she has a great talent for drawing symbols, but she has no talent for calligraphy. When she was a child, her master used all kinds of methods to make her complete the task of practicing calligraphy every day.

But it doesn't help.

When he grew up, Jiang Wanbai was very interested in electronic products. He used more mobile phones and computers, and he didn't have the heart to practice calligraphy.

However, Jiang Wanbai does not admit that his words are ugly.

It's not ugly, it's her own style!

Qi Qingxing didn't miss her stiffness. With a smile in her eyes, Qi Qingxing said, "I haven't read the late words yet. Why don't you take this opportunity to let me recognize it?"

Qi Qingxing said and handed the brush to Jiang Wanbai.

Jiang Wanbai thinks that if he doesn't accept it, doesn't it make Qi Qingxing feel that his sentence "fair" is lying?

"Well, in case someone writes to you in my name in the future, and you don't recognize it." Jiang Wanbai reached out to take the brush. She wanted to write her name, but when the tip of the pen touched the surface of the paper, she stopped for a moment and then dropped the paper.

"Qi Qingxing" was written in one go.

Qi Qingxing eyebrow heartbeat, staring at the word on the paper, thinking about what kind of words to describe it, like a word from a child's hand.

But Jiang Wanbai looked at him, raised his chin slightly, and coughed softly: "how?"

"Yes, it is." Qi Qingxing thought, or used her own words just said.

Jiang Wanbai snorted, his face was a little hot, and some became angry, "I don't know how to appreciate it!"

She pulled out the paper and was about to take it away. Qi Qingxing held her wrist.

Jiang Wanbai's constitution is hot, but Qi Qingxing's weak body is accompanied by some cold. When his cold palm touches Jiang Wanbai's wrist, they are both stunned.

It's very comfortable.

The thought came into their minds at the same time.

But Qi Qingxing quickly suppressed this thought, and his eyes fell on the paper in her hand, "the name written on it is better to give it to me."

"You said it was ok? More? " Jiang Wanbai suddenly laughed, as if he had pulled back ten percent.

Qi Qingxing also smile, eyes burning at her, "you write, I like."

Jiang Wanbai's face turned red. She quickly broke away Qi Qingxing's hand, stuffed the paper into his arms, and said quickly, "isn't it a piece of paper? Here you are! "

Jiang Wanbai's heartbeat is very fast, but he comes across the green bamboo when he comes out of the study.

As soon as he saw her, Qingzhu asked, "Miss Jiang, what happened? Why are you laughing so happily

"Who is laughing? I didn't! " Jiang Wanbai put out his hand to cover his mouth, which found that the corner of his mouth rose. She quickly denied it. Seeing Qingzhu looking at himself strangely, she glared at him and said, "no, it's not!"

As expected, he was as disgusting as his master!

This is Jiang Wanbai's yard. She also ran where she went. She went out of the study and went to the dining room next to her. She sat at the table and drank a cup of frozen sour plum soup. Then she touched her face and felt that it was not so hot.

At the end of the day, I can't help but cover my face and hate myself for not striving for success. In the 21st century, I've heard the warm and frank love show, but I was indifferent at that time. Why can't I carry such a sentence now