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Gu Yuwei put down the fruit juice in her hand, slowly stood up, and welcomed the passionate gaze of the King Zhao.

"Little girl —" He took her hand and pulled her into his embrace, "I've let you suffer!"

"Not too long," she said with a smile. "Are you so eager to see me?"

The two were like a lover in love, passionately kissing. The intoxicating feeling made them intoxicated by each other's kisses …

After the fervent kiss, Zhao Muchen did not act like usual. Instead, he carried his little girl in one go and went straight to the bathroom.

He smiled and helped to stroke the few strands of hair on her forehead, caressing her head of hair, he said: "Girl, today King Zhao is happy, and wanted to write.

She had never seen him write before. She had only heard that he liked calligraphy and painting, and calligraphy. But today, she was going to be his personal errand boy. She was truly flattered!

"Come, let's go to the study room over there," Zhao Muchen said as he pulled her hand and entered the study room.

Ah, what a study!

Gu Yuwei cried out from the bottom of her heart!

He thought that his bedroom was the biggest one here, but to think that this study was even bigger than his bedroom.

A set of antique bookshelves, tables and chairs, on the wall hung a set of words that were written in a flurry of movements, very artistic, as though people who didn't know anything about calligraphy wouldn't understand it, but Gu Yuwei still understood the four words: Hai Na Bai Chuan.

One could tell that the calligraphy was very vigorous and written in a majestic and imposing manner. It hung behind his seat, giving off a very domineering air.

Near the window, there was a large table covered with felt. There was a set of writing materials and a set of four treasures placed on it. It seemed like this was where the King Zhao trained.

"King Zhao, do you write every day?" she asked curiously, looking at the large pile of paper in the corner.

When I'm in a good mood today, I just want to write. Especially since I have my little girl by my side — — "Zhao Muchen hugged her from the back and affectionately kissed her on the ear, making her heart itch a lot.

Hearing this, she smiled sweetly!

She took the brush from the brush holder and added a bit of wine to the inkstone. Then she picked up the ink from the inkstone and poured it in. She then grinded it with the nearby dragon ink.

Seeing her so "professionally" doing all this, Zhao Muchen felt that it was weird. Could it be that the little girl also knew calligraphy? Little Zhong didn't know what to do at first, how could she be so familiar with these things?

"Little girl, you're an expert!" Zhao Muchen praised, "Are you practicing too?"

"I didn't train very much," Gu Yuwei laughed and said, "When I was young, I often stayed at my aunt's house during holidays. My uncle was a middle school teacher and he liked to practice calligraphy.

"Oh, then you can write too?" Zhao Muchen looked at the little girl in shock.

"I didn't write well, it's been a while," Gu Yuwei said embarrassedly.

When she was young, Gu Yuwei had practiced with her uncle for a while at his house. At that time, in order to help Cousin Ding Hua Ming practice her calligraphy, had let her practice with him as well.

Gu Yuwei had been quiet since she was young. Her uncle told her how many words to write every day, and she had already finished writing seriously. After a few years, she did indeed have a bit of a calligraphy background.

After entering university, they rarely practiced calligraphy, and after joining a job, they never wrote anything at all! She could not remember the last time she had written, and she had not touched her brush for quite some time.

After putting it down, the pen could no longer be lifted up. He could hardly feel anything when he wrote anymore!

"Hehe, it's alright. Come, write a word for King Zhao to see," Zhao Muchen said happily.

Gu Yuwei looked at him with a little difficulty. Why didn't he write it herself?

But looking at King Zhao's appearance, it was not like she could refuse!

"You're not allowed to laugh at me — I'm not good at it —" she said weakly.

"Haha – not laughing or laughing, very few children can write these days, it is quite amazing that you can write! King Zhao didn't even have the time to be happy, why would he laugh at you! " Zhao Muchen scratched her nose lovingly.

Gu Yuwei mischievously wrinkled her nose, made a face at King Zhao, and then hugged his neck, acting spoiled: "Speak the truth, don't laugh at me, I haven't written for a long time, it looks really ugly …."

"Haha, no, no, no. As long as you wrote it, King Zhao will like it. I will keep it as a souvenir! A lifetime's worth of remembrance! " Zhao Muchen embraced her waist and laughed.

"Hehe, then I have to write properly," Gu Yuwei laughed and said, "Try to write an exceptional product for you to collect!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up the brush and steadied her emotions. After dipping the brush into the ink, she didn't dare to write for a long time!

"Write it, girl, it doesn't matter if it's good or not," Zhao Muchen encouraged her. "If it's not good, we can write another set.

With Zhao Muchen's order, Gu Yuwei raised his wrist and started writing.

With every stroke, her writing was extremely serious, but it could also be said that her writing was extremely difficult!

After all, he had not written for a long time and his hands were trembling!

Zhao Muchen stood at the side, holding his breath and watching his little girl write.

He would never have thought that the girl had such a foundation and knew calligraphy! This was too surprising!

He always felt that he was very old, that he couldn't play the piano and speak English, that he didn't understand the tune of those petty talents, that he loved to write, practice boxing, and listen to music. Little girls were his favorite women, but the difference between them was huge! Firstly, the circumstances of his growth were different. He was born in a difficult era, a poor family. As a youth, he had experienced going to the mountains and going to the countryside. The growth of his youth was accompanied by suffering!

But, his girl wasn't one! This little girl was the new generation after 80 years of age, she was the only child. Although her family wasn't superior, she grew up in a relatively stable and happy family. She didn't experience hardships, but she grew up in a honeypot!

There were two completely different generations of people between them!

Now that the little girl had this hobby, he felt that there was another thing in common between them! In addition to sex, in addition to love, they also have common topics, common interests! How good that would be!

As long as the girl was by his side, they could write together when there was nothing to do. He could even teach her how to write. Hehe! When he thought of this, he almost burst out laughing from the bottom of his heart!

When she finally finished writing, he looked behind her and kept nodding. "Not bad, not bad at all! "My little girl is indeed a talented girl!"

On the Xuan paper, there were two large, upright words: Praise.

What Gu Yuwei had written was the correct body, it was very upright, and had a lot of brushwork! " Even though it had been a long time since she last wrote it, it was clear that she had a solid foundation!

"Haha, my girl, you like lotus flowers too?" he asked, laughing as he embraced her from behind.

"Well, I've loved lotus flowers since I was young —" She nodded.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart! Did the heavens really intend to send the girl to him? The first time he saw her, he felt that she was the Lotus Fairy. She was so elegant, so refined, so pure, and so pure.

"Little girl, you are that most beautiful Lotus Fairy. In the King Zhao's heart, you are that most holy lotus flower!" He held her waist and whispered into her ear.

Heh heh – she laughed out from the bottom of her heart! If so, she was too happy!

"King Zhao — — I am the Lotus Fairy, then what are you?"

she asked, leaning her head back against his neck.

"Hur hur, what do you think I am?" He kissed her cheek and said affectionately.

"Uh-huh. I think you're the lush lotus pond, and I'm in your arms, okay?"

"Alright, I like it – that way, I can see my Lotus Fairy dancing everyday!" he said happily.

"King Zhao —" She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at him with eyes that burned with passion. "I love you —"

As she spoke, she took the initiative to kiss his lips …

He was enchanted by her initiative, and happiness filled his heart.

Girl, such a cute girl! It was enough to have a girl in his life!

Their tongues were entwined once again!

This time, he really wanted to carry her onto the bed, but he didn't. After he came out from her sweet mouth, he smiled and said, "Come, look at King Zhao's writing …"

Tonight, he would seriously write a few words for the little girl.

She quickly spread out the Xuan paper for him and placed the one she had written on the ground.

Zhao Muchen stood imposingly in front of the table, holding a pen, he smiled at the little girl and said: "What do you think we should write?"

She looked at him with surprise, not expecting him to ask her to write a few words. She thought for a moment, then said, "Go and carve naturally, water will give birth to a hibiscus!"

"Alright!" He agreed readily, and began to write.

After he finished writing "Tian", Gu Yuwei was amazed in his heart: The words of the King Zhao were exactly the same as his own.

When he finished writing the poem, Gu Yuwei could not help but clap and say: "King Zhao, it was too good! Give it to me, will you? "