The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 346 Tricked Her into Writing a Love Poem

Such a small greeting card is written with a brush, is this forcing her to write in small letters with hairpin flowers?

What she hates the most is hairpin lowercase script!

In the past, every time I was naughty, I would be fined by my grandfather to copy [-] times of Zanhua Xiaokai, and I would have nightmares just thinking about it.

Yan Zhixin tugged on his sleeve carefully, and said pitifully: "It's so troublesome to use a brush, and there's no ink here."

Her eyes sparkled, her voice was soft, and she felt a bit coquettish. The corners of Mo Junting's lips curled up into an imperceptible arc, which disappeared in a flash: "Who said there is no?"

Gathered everything for her on the spot.

Ink is an ink stick, not ink, so she has to grind it herself?

Damn, do you dare to go a little further?Yan Zhixin glared at him resentfully, resisted not saying anything, and rubbed the ink angrily with a puffy face.

Mo Junting lowered his eyes to hide the smile in his eyes, and sat across from her to work in a very good mood.

After grinding the ink, Yan Zhixin's anger had almost dissipated, she sat down seriously, took out the posture of being punished to copy twenty times of hairpin lower script, and wrote.

"I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all the money is gone?" Mo Junting flicked her forehead with his fingers, "Are you really writing a greeting card?"

Uh... ok.

Anyway, the ink was worn out, so Yan Zhixin picked up a pen and wrote another one: "Is this all right?"

"Old man, his ambition is a thousand miles away. A martyr in his old age, is he full of ambition?" Mo Junting looked away from the greeting card and smiled softly. There was an indescribable meaning in his laughter, "Laughing at me for being old? Write again."

Yan Zhixin pursed her mouth depressedly, and muttered, "Choosy."

After thinking about it, I picked up a pen and wrote another sentence: Mo Chou has no confidant in the future, and everyone in the world does not know the king.

Mo Junting stared at the wet greeting card with great interest, and still shook his head: "I don't like this sentence."

I really want to splash his face with ink!

Yan Zhixin feels that it is not so difficult to do Chinese test papers...

Raise your hand and push him away: "Don't hinder me, go aside."

Mo Junting looked down at her hand pushing his chest, the light in his eyes moved slightly, but Yan Zhixin didn't pay attention to him, stopped his hand and continued writing.

Not knowing what he likes, Yan Zhixin recalled the ancient poems she had learned in middle and high school, and wrote them in a hurry.

After writing dozens of sheets, until she finished writing the greeting card, she put the greeting card in front of him: "Are you satisfied now?"

Mo Junting looked up at the front one: If you want to see a thousand miles away, you can go to a higher level.

It's a little too perfunctory.

Mo Junting casually put it aside and looked down. The front was fairly well-behaved, but the back was completely self-indulgent. What a gentle lady, a gentleman is so good;

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a piece of "Never tire of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain", and he took it out alone and put it in front of her, "Change it."

Yan Zhixin looked sideways: "How to change it?"

Mo Junting's deep and sexy voice sounded very clearly in her ears word by word: "I never tire of seeing each other, only Mo Junting."

puff!
After Yan Zhixin finished writing, she picked up the juice that Ling Bai brought in and was drinking it. When she heard this, she spit on the spot.

Fortunately, neither the greeting card nor his documents were sprayed.

After wiping the table indiscriminately, Yan Zhixin spread her hands: "There is no card, I can't change it."

She doesn't want to write it!

Mo Junting put the greeting card aside, continued to scroll down, and suddenly found a piece of "Peach's Yaoyao, Shining Brilliance", and an uncontrollable smile immediately appeared on the corners of his lips.

Recipe, Shining.The son is home, it is suitable for his family.

This one is enough.

(End of this chapter)