President Hunting Love is too fierce

She couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"Feng Ya, your calligraphy is really ugly. Facts have proved that even geniuses have things they are not good at. I have regained my mental balance."

Mo Fengya's face was a little gloomy, he looked at the messy words on the paper, and looked at her trembling with laughter.

I can't help but spread my hands helplessly.

"Chuqing, you can't ask someone who has never been exposed to these esoteric texts to be able to write well within an hour."[

He thinks that he has strong learning ability and imitation ability, but he has to bow his head in the face of the profound Chinese culture.

"Ah, you've only been writing for an hour, it's amazing." Ye Chuqing smiled insincerely, "Not bad, at least you learned the posture, so you can bluff people."

Mo Fengya narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Are you laughing at me?"

"Hee hee, then your handwriting is very ugly. I finally found an opportunity to laugh at you. Of course I will not let it go."

Ye Chuqing stuck out her tongue triumphantly, and made a face at him.

"Damn woman." Mo Fengya grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Ye Chuqing's eyes widened and she struggled quickly.

Mo Fengya smiled darkly: "Punish you."

After speaking, he took a brush and drew two cat whiskers on her face.

"Haha, look, this is what happens when you laugh at me, tabby cat."

Ye Chuqing hurried to the mirror, took a picture, saw the person inside, and was furious.

Immediately ran back, holding the brush angrily, chasing him, and drew a big turtle on his handsome face.

Both of them laughed and had a good time.

Tired, now she was lying on the sofa chatting, Mo Fengya hugged her.

Ye Chuqing asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly start practicing calligraphy? Is this your new hobby?"

"My dear lady, please allow me to keep a little secret."

Mo Fengya pinched her face dotingly, with a mysterious tone.

He is really not interested in brush calligraphy, but he is willing to spend time to learn. [

Cut, pretend to be mysterious!

Ye Chuqing curled her lips in disdain: "Then are you going to practice calligraphy today?"

"Yes, I want to be the fastest foreigner to learn calligraphy." Mo Fengya nodded confidently.

"Then I'm going to practice the car. I'm going to race the car soon. I need to practice." Ye Chuqing stood up, gearing up.

Mo Fengya couldn't help but feel ashamed when he thought of her crazy racing in Germany.

"At your level, who would dare to beat you?"