Chapter 664

At noon on the weekend, the two returned to Ancheng.

On the way, situ Wan called and asked them to go back to their hometown for dinner.

After driving for several hours, Yan Lishu was tired. After eating, he went back to his room to take a bath and go to bed first.

As for Qin Mu, contrary to Yan Lishu, she sleeps all the way and is quite energetic now.

After chatting with situ Wan for a while, he took the fruit plate from the housekeeper and said, "I'll send it to Dad."

Qin Mu gets along well with his mother-in-law situ Wan, but he doesn't talk much with Yan Wendong.

The main reason is that Yan Wendong always wears a face, and her angry appearance is more dignified than Yan Lishu, which makes her a little afraid.

Besides, she always felt that Yan Wendong didn't like himself very much.

Qin Mu knocks at the door. Yan Wendong is writing with a brush in his hand.

"Dad, I've brought you some fruit!"

Generally speaking, his wife is the one who delivers fruit. However, he quarreled with situ Wan again recently.

Situ Wan asked the servant to give him fruit.

He had been used to it, but today suddenly a crisp soft voice came out.

A subconscious sink of the pen's wrist, a large ink ball is stained on the paper.

Take advantage of the third daughter-in-law found before, quickly take out the paper, and then spread a clean paper.

"Put it there first."

Qin Mu didn't know much about writing. After putting down the fruit plate, he took the initiative to walk to the desk and said, "Dad, I'll grind ink for you."

She just wants to please Yan Wendong and bring them closer.

At the same time, I also want to say a good word for Yan Lishu to make the relationship between their father and son more harmonious.

Qin Mu looked at the inkstone, which she had bought before.

While grinding, he said with a smile, "Dad, Li Shu says you like writing. He specially asked me to buy you this inkstone."

She felt that Yan Wendong was a little awkward. She didn't like Yan Li's books on the surface, but she liked the things he picked.

Yan Wendong smelled the speech and raised his eyebrows, "is that right?"

It's the inkstone chosen by this boy. No wonder.

From childhood to adulthood, Yan Wendong became angry and liked to hit people with ink and inkstones. He never hit them.

"Yes."

Qin Mu nodded like pounding garlic, "he said you are very good at writing."

Yan Wendong's handwriting is really good, but it's also finished. I appreciate it and never show it to others.

Suddenly, he dipped in ink, picked up a pen and wrote a Yan character on the paper, pointing it out to Qin Mu, "how do you like my writing?"

"Good looking, Dad. You're a great writer." Qin Mu stretched out his head and glanced at it, raised his voice and boasted.

Yan Wendong was very proud, and the corners of his mouth were turned up happily, "how can you tell me how well I write this character?"

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"It's very powerful."

Yan Wendong was satisfied with a, and then waited for a few seconds. Seeing that Qin Mu had no voice, "is this over?"

Qin Mu nodded his head, Yan Wen Dong's corner of the mouth pulled, this little girl no longer boast?

Qin Mu really did not know how to boast, she did not understand this.

"My writing is not good. You will know when you see the master's words one day."

Qin Mu does not boast, but should be modest.

Qin Mu Oh a, whispered, "nothing, Dad, you write better than me on the line."

Yan Wendong was a little surprised, "can you also write?"

"No Qin Mu resolutely denied.

Hearing the black line on the East, Qin Mu said with a smile, "Dad, you write so well, you can teach me how to write!"

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