Chapter 1537: 1537
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At the moment, Mo Lingwei is teaching Xiuer, who is more than four years old, to write calligraphy in her study.
At this time, the south is already in the season of spring flowers. The warm wind is mixed with wet, and the water vapor is very heavy. The yellow and tender spring flowers in the courtyard are in bloom, clinging to the courtyard wall, like a flower wall.
The fragrance of flowers spreads in the air, refreshing people's heart.
Mo Lingwei put one hand on his back and straightened his small posture: "sit like a clock, stand like loose, keep your back straight, keep your shoulders flat, hold the pen steadily in your hand, and hold it like your aunt..."
Xiuer held the pen, wrote a few words on the spread paper, and then heard the familiar footsteps.
Xiuer's eyes brightened and looked up at Mo Lingwei: "aunt, uncle is back."
Mo Ling Wei's face sank, but she didn't have time to lose her temper. Xiuer quickly changed her words: "Xiuer is wrong, uncle is back."
Mo Ling Wei light of "um" a, hang eyes, "write these words, allow you to go out to play."
As soon as the voice fell, the curtain was lifted, and Feng Shaojin's long body burst in. He was dressed in military uniform, and his hands were behind him. The Dark Phoenix eyes seemed to melt with ice and snow. His pleasant voice was slow and easy, with bewitching: "Xiuer, see what Dad brought you."
Xiuer holds the brush, a pair of black clear eyes aura, he glanced at the face of Mo Lingwei, don't dare to make mistakes, continue to practice brush words.
Along his line of sight to see in the past, Feng Shaojin is also a bit frightened, guilty of touching the nose, Shan Shan's explanation: "slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, you don't get angry."
Mo Ling Wei is full of anger, but it's not good to attack in front of Xiu er. She can only hold it in her heart and ignore him.
Feng Shaojin rubbed over and stood beside Mo Lingwei. She pretended to read the words written by Yan Xiuer. She rarely commented seriously: "yes, it's a father. Cough, your father's demeanor."
Xiuer's fingers stopped and looked curiously behind him.
Feng Shaojin put the box in her hand on the chair, reached out to pull Mo Lingwei, but said to Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, I have something to say with your aunt. You can write well. When these words are finished, I'll take you out to play."
He released a hand, pinched Xiuer's small face, and blinked at him: "what you always want to play..."
Xiuer's dark eyes were full of crystal light.
Feng Shaojin saw that the little guy agreed and took Mo Lingwei's arm: "Ling Wei, we..."
Mo Lingwei shook off his hand: "I'm here to watch Xiuer finish writing. Feng Shaojin is busy and has no skills. He doesn't even have time to rest, so don't waste time on me."
Feng Shaojin saw that she was angry, like a wolf with meat in her mouth. The light in Feng's eyes twinkled.
He leaned over, put his other long arm on her shoulder, opened and closed her thin lips, and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen you for several days. I miss you so much. If you don't mind, I'll have to spit out the pain of Acacia in front of Xiuer.
I....
Mo Lingwei was thin skinned, and she was afraid that he would lead a bad child in front of Xiuer.
Before he finished, he interrupted him. Wen Sheng said to Xiuer, "you can write well. My aunt sewed a handkerchief for uncle Feng. I'll go back and find where it is. I'll come back to accompany you when I find it."
Xiuer touched the tin box that Feng Shaojin put on the chair with her little hand, and opened her mouth crisply: "OK, aunt, don't hurry. I can't finish writing these words for a while."
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At the moment, Mo Lingwei is teaching Xiuer, who is more than four years old, to write calligraphy in her study.
At this time, the south is already in the season of spring flowers. The warm wind is mixed with wet, and the water vapor is very heavy. The yellow and tender spring flowers in the courtyard are in bloom, clinging to the courtyard wall, like a flower wall.
The fragrance of flowers spreads in the air, refreshing people's heart.
Mo Lingwei put one hand on his back and straightened his small posture: "sit like a clock, stand like loose, keep your back straight, keep your shoulders flat, hold the pen steadily in your hand, and hold it like your aunt..."
Xiuer held the pen, wrote a few words on the spread paper, and then heard the familiar footsteps.
Xiuer's eyes brightened and looked up at Mo Lingwei: "aunt, uncle is back."
Mo Ling Wei's face sank, but she didn't have time to lose her temper. Xiuer quickly changed her words: "Xiuer is wrong, uncle is back."
Mo Ling Wei light of "um" a, hang eyes, "write these words, allow you to go out to play."
As soon as the voice fell, the curtain was lifted, and Feng Shaojin's long body burst in. He was dressed in military uniform, and his hands were behind him. The Dark Phoenix eyes seemed to melt with ice and snow. His pleasant voice was slow and easy, with bewitching: "Xiuer, see what Dad brought you."
Xiuer holds the brush, a pair of black clear eyes aura, he glanced at the face of Mo Lingwei, don't dare to make mistakes, continue to practice brush words.
Along his line of sight to see in the past, Feng Shaojin is also a bit frightened, guilty of touching the nose, Shan Shan's explanation: "slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, you don't get angry."
Mo Ling Wei is full of anger, but it's not good to attack in front of Xiu er. She can only hold it in her heart and ignore him.
Feng Shaojin rubbed over and stood beside Mo Lingwei. She pretended to read the words written by Yan Xiuer. She rarely commented seriously: "yes, it's a father. Cough, your father's demeanor."
Xiuer's fingers stopped and looked curiously behind him.
Feng Shaojin put the box in her hand on the chair, reached out to pull Mo Lingwei, but said to Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, I have something to say with your aunt. You can write well. When these words are finished, I'll take you out to play."
He released a hand, pinched Xiuer's small face, and blinked at him: "what you always want to play..."
Xiuer's dark eyes were full of crystal light.
Feng Shaojin saw that the little guy agreed and took Mo Lingwei's arm: "Ling Wei, we..."
Mo Lingwei shook off his hand: "I'm here to watch Xiuer finish writing. Feng Shaojin is busy and has no skills. He doesn't even have time to rest, so don't waste time on me."
Feng Shaojin saw that she was angry, like a wolf with meat in her mouth. The light in Feng's eyes twinkled.
He leaned over, put his other long arm on her shoulder, opened and closed her thin lips, and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen you for several days. I miss you so much. If you don't mind, I'll have to spit out the pain of Acacia in front of Xiuer.
I....
Mo Lingwei was thin skinned, and she was afraid that he would lead a bad child in front of Xiuer.
Before he finished, he interrupted him. Wen Sheng said to Xiuer, "you can write well. My aunt sewed a handkerchief for uncle Feng. I'll go back and find where it is. I'll come back to accompany you when I find it."
Xiuer touched the tin box that Feng Shaojin put on the chair with her little hand, and opened her mouth crisply: "OK, aunt, don't hurry. I can't finish writing these words for a while."
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At the moment, Mo Lingwei is teaching Xiuer, who is more than four years old, to write calligraphy in her study. At this time, the south is already in the season of spring flowers. The warm wind is mixed with wet, and the water vapor is very heavy. The yellow and tender spring flowers in the courtyard are in bloom, clinging to the courtyard wall, like a flower wall. The fragrance of flowers spreads in the air, refreshing people's heart. Mo Lingwei put one hand on his back and straightened his small posture: "sit like a clock, stand like loose, keep your back straight, keep your shoulders flat, hold the pen steadily in your hand, and hold it like your aunt..." Xiuer held the pen, wrote a few words on the spread paper, and then heard the familiar footsteps. Xiuer's eyes brightened and looked up at Mo Lingwei: "aunt, uncle is back." Mo Ling Wei's face sank, but she didn't have time to lose her temper. Xiuer quickly changed her words: "Xiuer is wrong, uncle is back." Mo Ling Wei light of "um" a, hang eyes, "write these words, allow you to go out to play." As soon as the voice fell, the curtain was lifted, and Feng Shaojin's long body burst in. He was dressed in military uniform, and his hands were behind him. The Dark Phoenix eyes seemed to melt with ice and snow. His pleasant voice was slow and easy, with bewitching: "Xiuer, see what Dad brought you." Xiuer holds the brush, a pair of black clear eyes aura, he glanced at the face of Mo Lingwei, don't dare to make mistakes, continue to practice brush words. Along his line of sight to see in the past, Feng Shaojin is also a bit frightened, guilty of touching the nose, Shan Shan's explanation: "slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, you don't get angry." Mo Ling Wei is full of anger, but it's not good to attack in front of Xiu er. She can only hold it in her heart and ignore him. Feng Shaojin rubbed over and stood beside Mo Lingwei. She pretended to read the words written by Yan Xiuer. She rarely commented seriously: "yes, it's a father. Cough, your father's demeanor." Xiuer's fingers stopped and looked curiously behind him. Feng Shaojin put the box in her hand on the chair, reached out to pull Mo Lingwei, but said to Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, I have something to say with your aunt. You can write well. When these words are finished, I'll take you out to play." He released a hand, pinched Xiuer's small face, and blinked at him: "what you always want to play..." Xiuer's dark eyes were full of crystal light. Feng Shaojin saw that the little guy agreed and took Mo Lingwei's arm: "Ling Wei, we..." Mo Lingwei shook off his hand: "I'm here to watch Xiuer finish writing. Feng Shaojin is busy and has no skills. He doesn't even have time to rest, so don't waste time on me." Feng Shaojin saw that she was angry, like a wolf with meat in her mouth. The light in Feng's eyes twinkled. He leaned over, put his other long arm on her shoulder, opened and closed her thin lips, and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen you for several days. I miss you so much. If you don't mind, I'll have to spit out the pain of Acacia in front of Xiuer. I.... Mo Lingwei was thin skinned, and she was afraid that he would lead a bad child in front of Xiuer. Before he finished, he interrupted him. Wen Sheng said to Xiuer, "you can write well. My aunt sewed a handkerchief for uncle Feng. I'll go back and find where it is. I'll come back to accompany you when I find it." Xiuer touched the tin box that Feng Shaojin put on the chair with her little hand, and opened her mouth crisply: "OK, aunt, don't hurry. I can't finish writing these words for a while." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
