Charlotte Xi all the way to keep up with the study, standing outside hesitant for a long time, this gently knocked on the door.

"In." Inside came the steady voice of the old man.

In order to find a reason for her sudden visit, Charlotte specially asked her aunt to make a pot of tea that the old man usually likes to drink and prepare to send it up. Even if the old man could not see her saying those words of provocation, she would not be too harsh for the sake of her kind-hearted tea delivery.

With this thought, she rubbed her face with her free wrist, trying to make her expression look normal. Then she pushed the door and went in according to her words.

Sure enough, the old man was holding a brush in his hand, writing something fluently on the spread rice paper.

Leng Yuwen loves cursive script very much. For a while, he even signed notes, task planning and other things directly in cursive script. This habit has been going on for nearly a month. In the end, the Secretary can't read it any more. He said that if you write like this, I'm afraid no one can guess that you wrote it.

The signed documents are good. We know that you have personally approved and confirmed them. However, tasks and so on are not things that can be passed by fooling. Some time ago, their secretarial department could barely understand the president's meaning after a series of random guesses. It's just a few days, which makes them bald.

It's not a good way to go on like this. He just had a showdown with the president. Fortunately, in his later years, Mr. Leng was a bit ambivalent about private affairs. But when he was dealing with the affairs of the company, it was called democracy. Since it brought trouble to others, he didn't mind giving in and replacing cursive script with neat running script.

Although he had just come into contact with running script, he was not familiar with that kind of font, so he wrote a little bit astringent, but it was much better than cursive script, so the Secretary didn't say any more. If he said too much, his president would be replaced with cursive script, I'm afraid other people would drown him with their hair.

In short, after years of practice, Leng Yuwen's words have changed in quantity and quality. In his own words, he already has a smooth feeling of writing like a dragon.

The old man didn't like to be disturbed when he was concentrating on his writing.

Today, Xia Luoxi came to inquire about the news from Leng Yuwen. Naturally, she would not be so stupid as to rashly step forward and get moldy. So she only put the tea in her hand on the table without a pile of things. As for those who put pen and paper, although the spare space is still large, she dare not get close to it.

It seems that he is quite satisfied with Charlotte's way of doing things. After finishing a piece of writing, the old man cleans his hands and gets up to sit next to Charlotte, who is waiting quietly.

"Why, if you don't go back with Shaoyun, what do you want to ask me?"

Instead of being served by shaluoxi, Leng Yuwen picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of strong tea, sipping it, showing his satisfaction.

Although at the beginning, Charlotte really did a lot of things that made him lose face because of his IQ After all, I've been a little enlightened over the past few years. Although I'm still a little far away from the standard image of his daughter-in-law, at least it doesn't seem as eye-catching as it was at the beginning.

For example, now, she can still remember his preference. Even the two white eyed wolf sons may not know whether he likes tea or coffee.

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