On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

The sky was dark, Qingying followed Jiang Lingyu, Wen Qiushi had long since disappeared.

"After all, she is the one who has raised her for many years, so parents should not take it to heart."

The two elders hand in hand, both have the same sorrow, "I am very relieved to see Xiaoxiao like this."

Wen Jing sighed: "She is filial and persistent. Thinking about everything she has done before, she is also courageous enough. She is my Wen Jing's daughter."

The more he spoke, the more forcefully he spoke.

Qing Ying nodded, and tentatively asked: "Go back and rest?"

Wen Jing's eyes fell on the man smoking under the magnolia tree, his eyes seemed to have weight, and just one glance made people breathless.

"Uncle Wen." Fu Shiyan respectfully pinched his cigarette in time.

"That kid Jiang Zhou is in a good mood. If he wants to, he can stay in Wen's house, so that he doesn't have to worry about it."

The smile on Fu Shiyan's face faded slightly, "This is difficult."

"I know it's difficult, but for the sake of Xiaoxiao, I'm willing to give it a try."

"He's still a yellow-haired boy, with a heart higher than the sky, and has his own ambitions and ideas, so don't force it."

"What kind of ambition does he have, go ask, I can help him."

Magnolia fell, rippling in the small pool.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Wen Jing sighed and didn't speak for a long time. It was getting late and it was cold no matter what.He waved his cane, indicating that he was leaving.

When Jiang Shu came out of the room, he saw Wen Jing's slightly hunched figure, walking further and further away in the night with a cane.

Fu Shiyan raised his head under the tree and bumped into her.

"I think it's a bit like when I was in Mingyuan back then. It's incredible that important people are by my side."

The room was warm and warm, Jiang Shu propped one hand on the table, mocking lightly.

She pulled her long hair in half and pinned it with a hosta as delicate as suet. Holding a brush in one hand, she wrote on snow-white rice paper.

That way, it looks a little boring.

This house has everything in it. Jiang Lingyu has allocated a study room for her. The objects here are often bought from auctions and are of great value.

But since staying here, Jiang Shu hasn't come in once, this is the first time.

Fu Shiyan's slender figure was half leaning against the door, his face was against the light, and no expression could be seen.

"They're thinking of treating you well."

"I know." With one stroke, Jiang Shu quickly replied, she raised her head, "Deliberately trying to please, put all the calculations on Lao Jiang, why can't it be considered a good intention."

She is angry.

That's why he called Lao Jiang's father in front of the two just now, even though they don't need this false name between them.

Fu Shiyan walked to her side, stared at her handwriting for a while: "Why do you suddenly want to practice calligraphy?"

Then he hooked his lips, "It's still the same as a ghost drawing talisman."

Jiang Shu is actually good at writing, but he just can't use a brush well. He couldn't learn it well before, and he still can't.

Jiang Shu became even more angry, and threw the brush on the rice paper.

"Knowing that you write beautifully, what a sense of superiority you are showing off."

Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows.

That brush was an object from a hundred years ago, and the price at the auction would not be less than one million, so she dropped it as soon as she said it.

Fu Shiyan hummed, "It must be a problem with the pen, let's change it."

As he spoke, he picked out a saffron brush with a phoenix-like pattern from the pen container, brushed it lightly, and the body of the brush was light and easy to hold, "How about this one?"

Jiang Shu was angry and didn't speak.

He took her hand and led her to dip in the ink.