After going down the mountain, she used metaphysics to seduce the big guy

Chapter 630 Badly Written
Ji Jingchen teased it like a joke, and Ji Ci blushed when he said that.

"Brother, what are you talking about! It's all my sincere wishes! I don't have a mother... She's amazing..."

When it was time to call Jiang Xuan, Ji Ci paused slightly.

Jiang Xuan didn't care, she just smiled lightly.

She had already made up her mind, since she had chosen to treat Ji Ci that way before, she deserved it for not accepting her.

Jiang Xuan believes that mother and child are connected, even if she has done some wrong things in the past, as long as she makes up for it with her heart, Ji Ci will forgive her one day.

"Okay, you finally came back today, have you met grandpa?"

Ji Jingchen touched Ji Ci's cheek with unbearable joy in his heart.

He was the first person Xiaoci accepted and relied on in this family after he came back, and he couldn't let Xiaoci down.

Ji Ci nodded, then turned and went upstairs to find Mr. Ji.

Thinking of Ji Jingchen's series of movements when he came back just now, it seems that he is a handsome and noble son who has been cultivated since childhood.

How is it like that Henry, hum, Dong Shi imitated.

Not as handsome as her brother!
Arriving at the door of Mr. Ji's study, Ji Ci knocked lightly on the door.

Pushing open the door and walking in, Ji Ci smelled a faint scent of sandalwood.

In the inner room of the study, Mr. Ji was standing by the desk and splashing ink on the rice paper with a brush, while a piece of sandalwood was quietly burning next to it, emitting green smoke.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

Ji Ci leaned forward happily, put her hands on the edge of the table and squatted on the ground, showing an innocent little face, and looked at Mr. Ji with round eyes.

Mr. Ji just put away the brush, stood up straight and hung the brush on the pen stand.

"came back?"

Old Man Ji raised his eyelids and looked at Ji Ci over the top of the reading glasses, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Grandpa, what are you writing?"

Ji Ci ran to Mr. Ji's side, staring at the words, tilting his head to the left and then to the right.

Ji Ci really couldn't understand the conjoined Chinese characters.

When I was on the old bald top mountain, the bald top also liked to write a few words when he had nothing to do.

But Ji Ci always couldn't understand what was written. She didn't understand. It was a good word, and it had to be written together. She couldn't recognize what was written. What was it?
When she was a child, the master taught her to write clearly and told her to write horizontally and vertically. How come they forgot all of them when they wrote it themselves?
"How is it? Grandpa writes well?"

Seeing Ji Ci's earnest admiration, Mr. Ji felt very relieved, and asked like a child begging for praise.

I have practiced calligraphy for so long, and I have won awards.

I don't know if this little girl can appreciate it.

Ji Ci pouted and shook her head, "Tsk, not good."

Mr. Ji was taken aback, "Then tell me, what's wrong?"

Ji Ci turned her head seriously and said, "Grandpa, you can write horizontally and vertically!"

Old Master Ji burst out laughing, he never thought that he would be taught by the juniors to write horizontally and vertically after living such an old age?

"Okay, then write one and let me see!"

"Write and write!"

Ji Ci raised her hand and took a brush from the pen holder, dipped it in some ink, and then carefully started to write on the blank space next to the rice paper.

After Ji Ci finished writing, Mr. Ji's eyes suddenly shone with astonishment.

The small script written with hairpin flowers in this hand is very good, it is not as soft and beautiful as that written by ordinary women, on the contrary, the pen is strong and powerful.

"Where did you learn this trick?"

(End of this chapter)