Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Then why are you still friends with him?"

"He can't drive him away, and I can't help it."

"It's annoying, then why are you going to his party."

"I have promised him."

He wants to abuse him himself, I will take you to abuse him tonight.

"All right, then I will stay away from him in the future."

"Really obedient." The smile in Jun Moyan's eyes grew thicker.

"Then is his birthday today?"

"No, it's a celebration party."

"Is there anything delicious?"

"Have."

"Then I will go too." Wen Xiaoai's eyes lit up when he heard the food.

"It's a little greedy cat." Jun Moyan stretched out his hand and squeezed her little nose.

I picked up the phone on the table to check the time: "Then we will go after dinner in two hours."

"it is good."

Wen Xiaoai sat in his arms obediently, waiting for him to handle the matter at hand.

Jun Moyan put his arms around her and put his mind on work again.

Looking at Jun Moyan's signature, it was very simple and easy, and the words were very good-looking. Because Wen Xiaoai was in a good mood, she couldn't help but want to give it a try:

"Jun Moyan, I want to learn to write."

Jun Moyan looked at her, somewhat surprised: "Do you really want to learn?"

"Yeah." Wen Xiaoai nodded affirmatively.

"now?"

"Ok."

Upon hearing that she was about to learn to write, Jun Moyan pushed his own business aside.

Open the drawer and take out a piece of A4 paper: "Then I will teach you from the most basic, and wait a few days for you to ask for a tutor."

"No, I want to write your name and don't learn anything else."

Jun Mo Yan Yi was taken aback: "My name?"

Not learn other?

"Ok."

Jun Moyan looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, then write my name."

Jun Moyan handed her the pen, taught her how to hold the pen, and then shook her hand and wrote her name on the paper stroke by stroke.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the three words written on the paper and was a little excited: "Is this your name? Jun Mo Yan?"

"Ok."

Jun Moyan replied, and continued to hold her hand and wrote again.

"It doesn't seem to be difficult."

"Then do you think about it..."

Before Jun Mo Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wen Xiaoai: "Don't think about it, I only learn your name."

As Wen Xiaoai said, he took his pen and wrote it again.

But the writing was crooked, with a tail like an earthworm, and there were few strokes. Wen Xiaoai suddenly frowned.

Grabbing Jun Moyan's hand, put it on his hand holding the pen, asking Jun Moyan to teach her again.

Jun Moyan is also very patient, holding her hand and teaching her to write over and over again.

I thought she was on a whim, and didn't want to write for a few minutes, but she didn't expect that Wen Xiaoai seemed to be hitting his name.

If you can't write to your satisfaction, don't stop.

Soon, a piece of paper was filled with the words "Jun Mo Yan".

Wen Xiaoai turned the paper over and continued to write.

Every time I write it, I ask Jun Moyan if he writes better.

And every time she asked, Jun Moyan answered.

After writing dozens of times, Wen Xiaoai can write by himself. Although the writing is not beautiful, at least it is not necessary for Jun Moyan to hold her hand and lead her to write.

Jun Moyan looked at her writing her name stroke by stroke, feeling indescribable.

She has lived for so many years, has never written, and hates to write, even her own name can not be written, but now, she is willing to write his name.