The sturdy little chef

Chapter 110
Yuan Yang expressed dissatisfaction with being woken up in a daydream.

She didn't wake up from a hangover last night, and today she managed to find some time to sleep back into the cage, and just fell asleep when someone called her up loudly.

I still have to meet someone within a quarter of an hour, see you paralyzed!
Yuan Yang was so angry that he got up, and exploded angrily. After weighing it for a moment, he got up quickly.

People have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves!

If you fall behind, you will be beaten, and if you are beaten, you have to stand at attention. This is really an eternal truth!

In order to hurry, Yuan Yang rushed to Mingyue Pavilion with his hair like a chicken coop.

The master is writing leisurely and leisurely, the pen is like a snake, and the momentum is majestic!
Yuan Yang glanced at other people's handwriting, and then at his own handwriting, and felt that the description by the master was really damn appropriate, really like a group of wild dogs running wild on paper!
The Buddha would feel that he was insulted by copying the scriptures with this kind of words!

Buddha, Buddha, it's not her fault, she was forced, if you want to blame, just blame me, don't be innocent!

Yuan Yang prayed a few words in shame.

Fourth master made the last slanted hook, quickly put away the pen, and after putting the pen away, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

Chicken Coop Girl?

Bo superior?Eye-catching?
He doesn't like this one, doesn't she know!
Fourth Master felt his temples throbbing again!How could there be such an untidy maid in his house...!
Enough is enough!

"Come here and copy the scriptures, and finish copying this volume today. If you don't finish copying, don't sleep tonight!" Fourth master didn't even bother to look at her, and directly ordered the domineering president.

Yuan Yang howled!Lord, are you kidding me?
There are so many words in one volume, how can she finish copying tonight!

Raising his eyes, he looked pitifully at Fourth Master. At this moment, Yuan Yang's heart was extremely broken, and his eyes were extremely innocent.

However, the fourth master didn't care about her. He picked up a book, didn't know if it was a palace or some picture, and reclined on the long couch in a chic and unrestrained way, posing in a Sleeping Beauty pose, flipping it leisurely. book!

Yuan Yang could see that it was a mouthful of old blood!

Her life as a slave, when will she be able to become a serf and become a master!

cry!

The master of the bully is called Huang Tian who shouldn't!It's useless to sigh. In this world, there is no job that is close to home with more money and less work. Similarly, there will not be any slave who is more relaxed, free and happy!
She is a slave, and the slave wants to stab her master in both sides. Now she is not allowed to stab her, but she is only asked to copy the scriptures. She should be laughing!

I can't think about anything, it's too hypocritical!

Don't feel bad and don't see people!Come on, boy!

Yuan Yang got the blood on his head, picked up the pen, and started to work with heck and heck.

Writing is also a physical labor, especially writing her deadly brush calligraphy.

The writing brush was in his hand, and he grasped and grasped it, and he unconsciously grasped it into a ballpoint pen.

Accidentally, I got my own ink.

Wipe it twice and continue writing again.

Copying and copying, accidentally, I grabbed the brush and turned it into a ballpoint pen.

Well, his writing habits of more than 20 years can't be changed in a short while!
Let's just keep writing, anyway, her handwriting is already wild, and I don't care if it's more fun.

Yuan Yang broke the pot and smashed it, only seeking speed, not quality.

Fourth Master, who was reading the book, suddenly seemed possessed by Wutong, and looked this way inexplicably.

The sun, the moon and the stars testified that he had no intention of peeking at her at all, he just wanted to see if she was copying, if she was being lazy!
After all, this woman has nothing to do with self-consciousness.

If you don't look at it, it's enough, but when you look at it, Fourth Master feels like he's suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder again!

Is this the writing posture?Is this what it looks like with a pen?What the hell is this?

OCD kills people!Fourth Master threw away his books and stood up!

(End of this chapter)