After I traveled through the book, I became the villain's mother

Chapter 252 Love
"I see something is written on their lanterns, so should we also write?"

Su Qinghe asked, almost all the lanterns in the lake have brush writing, and there are things that everyone hopes to accomplish.

"Of course I won't forget that."

Taking out a good Langhao pen from his sleeve, he looked around.

Came to a booth, said a few words with him, and then pulled Su Qinghe over.

"I made an agreement with him, let's use ink directly."

The ink had already been ground, and the stall owner walked away with a smile on his face, as if I understood.

He can be so happy, of course it is because of the benefits given by the other party.

But this son said, after finishing writing that Langhao pen, it will be his own.

He looked at it just now, and the Langhao pen is not ordinary, and it is worth a hundred taels, so it's worth it.

If Su Qinghe knew, he would definitely say, Prodigal son, spend so much money, just for this box of ink that doesn't know how much it costs?
But now she still doesn't know, she thought it was because the stall owner was kind, or it cost some money.

It is indeed a few million, but this billion is not comparable to one.

"Yo Yo, it's ready, here it is."

He handed over the Langhao pen that had been dipped in ink, and motioned for her to write first.

Su Qinghe took it, thought for a while, and suddenly stopped when she was about to write.

He said to him, "Turn around."

Chu Huaijing turned around helplessly, and wanted to take a sneak peek, but it seemed like it was going to fail.

Only then did she pick up the pen and start writing, and after writing two paragraphs eloquently, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion, there is still some good calligraphy left in her brush.

Thanks to practicing with my grandfather before, I was actually suppressed.

But this is not important, what is important is that she knows all the ancient characters and writes them very well.

Although a bit narcissistic, this word is indeed better than many people's writing.

It is not in vain to waste the fruits of her labor that she has practiced for so many years.

"I finished writing, it's your turn."

She returned the Langhao pen, and had to say that it was really easy to use.

In the past, my grandfather liked to collect these the most. If I saw this, I would definitely try to buy it.

Only then did Chu Huaijing turn around, there was no other way, he didn't dare to turn back easily if the little girl didn't open her mouth.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her beautiful handwriting, but it was quickly blocked.

Well, it's very good, correct but without losing the atmosphere, and it can be seen that the person who wrote this word is in a good mood.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a little curly at the end, adding a bit of fun.

"I don't even read what you wrote."

It won't work if she is seen, and she is not suitable for this guy to see.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Chu Huaijing looked at her and smiled softly, then spoke dotingly and helplessly.

It made Su Qinghe's old face turn red, how could he look at himself like this, it's so heart-wrenching.

She felt that her heartbeat had already exceeded the average speed of a person, and it must have been 99 beats per minute.

Chu Huaijing didn't shy away from it at all, rolled up her sleeves and started writing, her serious look made her stunned.

The profile of the face was illuminated by the night, and it seemed to be a bit softer than usual, and the sharp jawline looked so handsome.

Suddenly, she couldn't help thinking that this man was her man.

The mood suddenly became better and better, and even Chu Huaijing, who was writing seriously, could feel the atmosphere.

After he stopped writing, he looked over, and what he saw was the little girl's gaze that he hadn't had time to look back.

If I'm not mistaken, there was love in her eyes just now?
(End of this chapter)