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Chapter 192 You Are Still A Little Smart

Fang Zhongkai was sitting at the desk, and the crumpled paper piled up in front of him, and his whole body was about to be buried in the paper ball.

"You... what are you doing?"

Qin Zhui'er looked puzzled, walked over to pick up one of the balls of paper and opened it, and finally understood that this man was imitating the handwriting of the surname Gao.

In an instant, I understood what he meant by gambling, and it was indeed a gamble.

She found a basket and picked up all the balls of paper, and reached out to grab Fang Zhongkai's pen: "Stop writing, let's eat, and made your favorite braised eggplant."

Fang Zhongkai stretched his waist, hugged her with his back, and rested his head on Qin Zhuier's body, annoyed: "Why can't I learn that Gao's handwriting?"

"You and his handwriting are completely different styles. How can you imitate them?"

Fang Zhongkai's handwriting is strong and powerful, with clear strokes and strokes, while the handwriting with the surname Gao is particularly casual: "You have to find someone who is not very good at writing but also good at writing. It is best to have So a little bit of drawing skills."

After Qin Zhuier finished speaking, he felt that what he said was nonsense, where could he find such a suitable person at this time.

"It's really not possible, let's just lose money." After so many days of tossing, everyone was exhausted.Moreover, imitating handwriting might be self-defeating.

Fang Zhongkai didn't respond, he was still thinking about Qin Zhuier's words, and suddenly stood up, without saying anything, he held Qin Zhuier's cheek and kissed carelessly: "I take back what I said about you being stupid, you are also a little smart of."

Qin Zhui'er was confused by him, and when he realized it, he ran out again: "Hey! Have dinner, where are you going!"

When he came out, Fang Zhongkai had disappeared.

Qin Zhui'er sighed, and took a basket of paper balls he wrote to the kitchen to burn.When he ran into Fang Zhongqiang who had just entered the door, he also saw Qin Zhuier's basket of paper balls.

"Zaier, what's wrong with you?"

"I, I'm bored these days and I'm learning to draw." Subconsciously, Qin Zhuier didn't want too many people to know about the factory.

The corner of Fang Zhongqiang's mouth twitched, as if he didn't quite believe her words: "Didn't I hear that there was a problem in your factory, are you still in the mood to learn painting?"

"Painting is the best way to release stress and divert attention." Qin Zhuier prevaricated, went into the kitchen, and put all the paper balls in the stove to burn.

Just wondering where Fang Zhongkai's madness went, he heard his voice coming back, followed by Liu Xicai: "Zhuier, add another pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Qin Zhui'er watched the two of them sit down, and shook his head helplessly: "Are you sure you can do it carefully?"

"It's not what you said. If you want someone who is not very good at writing and can write to write, it's best to have a little bit of painting skills."

Liu Xicai is the best candidate.

Liu Xicai couldn't understand what the two of them were saying, anyway, he would come when he was asked to come for dinner. These days, Qin Zhuier's care for him has long since disappeared.

After dinner, Fang Zhongkai dragged Liu Xicai into the room, closed the door, and let no one in.

Qin Zhui'er was washing and collecting in the kitchen when she heard Wang Xiuzhen's cursing.

"I don't stay at home every day. I really don't know what you, a contractor, are busy with all day long. You just came back and sat on your buttocks, so you went out again. Do you want this house? Look around and see which man in the village is like you. kind of."

Sun Guilan happened to come out after eating too. Hearing that Fang Zhongqiang was being taught another lesson, she couldn't take it anymore and yelled loudly:

"Every day at home, you scold him for being worthless, and you have no time to go out to make money, and you say that he doesn't care about his family. How can you be satisfied? Can you let me worry less like the second one's family."

(End of this chapter)