The reborn sweet wife counterattacks

Chapter 633

Throwing the problem to her, Fang Xinxin suddenly understood that the mother and child had conspired to make things difficult for her.It's not that easy to lose face to her.

Bai Qinghao frowned slightly. He didn't like this kind of complicated seal characters, "You don't know each other, why ask Xinxin like that."

"Isn't it the 'Zanying Family' written in Xiaozhuan?" Fang Xinxin twitched the corner of her lips, "It's not difficult to write at all, it's very easy."

Bai Jingrou was a little displeased, "Miss Fang San knows how to write a few characters, and she's so arrogant. Xiaozhuan is very difficult to write. I also practiced for many years before I have the current writing skills."

Even Bai Chongshan said in a down-to-earth manner, "Girl Xinxin, if you can't compare with Jingrou's handwriting, you have to be more humble."

"Grandpa!" Bai Qinghao's face was a little ugly, "Xinxin is a measured person."

Fang Xinxin was very happy that her husband helped her. In fact, Bai Qinghao didn't know that he could write Xiaozhuan, so he smiled and said, "What are you doing? How can I be humble? I just said that writing Xiaozhuan is easy. Write an article for you to read."

Walking to the side of the rectangular table, he picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a small seal character on the blank frame.

She has a beautiful face, a light body, and the way she concentrates when she writes is particularly moving.

All the people present were stunned.

It's really even the demeanor when writing is a beautiful scenery.

When she finished the last stroke, several people were surprised to see a text she wrote in Xiaozhuan script:
You can't broaden your talents without learning, and you can't learn without ambition.If you are obscene and slow, you will not be able to stimulate your energy, and if you are aggressive, you will not be able to cultivate your character.

Years go by with the times, ideas go with the sun, and then become withered, many are out of touch with the world, sadly guarding the poor, what will be the future!
"What a good calligraphy!" Bai Chongshan was the first to admire, "Xinxin, Xiaozhuan is very rare for young people nowadays. I didn't expect your Xiaozhuan to be so good."

Bai Chenxi was also very surprised.

Fang Xinxin sings well and is unparalleled in appearance. Although he doesn't know what kind of Martian script she writes, even if it is a layman's reading, her handwriting is extremely elegant and full of aura, which is surprisingly beautiful.

I don't know how many secrets she still hides?

A strong feeling of regret brewed in his chest, he regretted not accepting Fang Xinxin's secret love confession at the beginning.

Now, because of Bai Qinghao, even if he has feelings for her, he dare not show it blatantly.

Bai Qinghao walked to Fang Xinxin's side, helped her put down the pen in her hand, and stroked a strand of hair blown tousled by the wind, "How many surprises do you have waiting for me?"

"A little more." She smiled.

For example, she has special abilities.

He looked at Bai Jingrou who had recovered from the shock.

That seemingly weak woman can hypnotize.

In this life, she wants to see who is the best!

"I didn't expect Miss Fang San to write good calligraphy in Xiaozhuan." Bai Jingrou praised unwillingly.She wouldn't be so stupid as to open her eyes and talk nonsense, if she turned her wonderful words into waste, it would only make people think that she was small-minded.

"Miss Bai tested me just now. Then let me ask, what did I write? Where did it come from?" Fang Xinxin asked with a smile.

Bai Jingrou read the small seal script, "I really don't know where it came from."

Bai Chongshan admired the seal script just written by Fang Xinxin, "It comes from Zhuge Liang's "Book of Commandments", which means that if you don't study hard and have no clear ambitions, you can't achieve success in learning. The pursuit of excessive enjoyment and laziness can't lift your spirits. The will of youth Wear away, and finally become a person who does nothing, and then there is nothing left to lament."

(End of this chapter)