Chapter 1364： Huang Qiang's calligraphy

Huang Qianqian thought to herself, could it be that his father and Han Yingxue are doing business?

But at this moment, what business can his father and Han Yingxue do?

Huang Qianqian thought about it in her heart. After thinking about it, she found that Han Yingxue might have a business with his father.

Buy and sell food!

Of course, this is just her guess. She doesn't know if Han Yingxue is here to buy food, but when she thinks of buying food, her heart tightens.

Her father must never give Han Yingxue these grains. First of all, Huang Qianqian really hates Han Yingxue, so naturally his father sold the grain to Han Yingxue.

The second one is actually because Murong Yinyin wanted this batch of food, and she naturally hoped that his father could keep the food and sell it to Murong Yinyin, not Han Yingxue.

"No!" Huang Qianqian shook her head inwardly. She didn't want to sell the grain to Han Yingxue, but she was counting on the grain to please Murong Yinyin. I can't be bothered to deal with her anymore!

"No, no~" Huang Qianqian said and ran out.

Duanmurong asked, "Qianqian, where are you going?"

Huang Qianqian paused, turned around, and said to Duanmu Rong, "Rong'er, wait for me here, I'll be back later."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to eavesdrop, what the **** is this little **** doing with my dad, if anything happens, I have to stop my dad!"

Duanmurong nodded.

"Okay, Na Yinyin, hurry up!"

"Uh-huh!"

Huang Qianqian turned around and hurriedly ran towards Huang Qiang's house.

When Han Yingxue went to Huang Qiang's side, he found that Huang Qiang was practicing calligraphy in the room.

Han Yingxue knocked on the door and came in, and saw the calligraphy written on the table.

Huang Qiang saw Han Yingxue coming, and immediately greeted Han Yingxue to sit down.

Han Yingxue shook his head and said, "It's okay, Boss Huang, I don't have to do it, just watch you practice calligraphy!"

Huang Qiang said with a smile, "I only wrote this when I was bored at home and I was fine."

"Practicing calligraphy is very good, it can cultivate and cultivate sentiment. If life doesn't find some fun, it will be too boring."

Huang Qiang said with a hearty smile, "Haha, I found that I like what you said the most, what you said is not like what a 13- or 14-year-old girl said, if you ignore your age, I really I thought I found my soulmate."

"Boss Huang, you won the prize~"

"No, haha, it would be great if I also had a daughter like you. With so many children, none of them can chat with me."

Han Yingxue laughed dryly. She didn't intend to recognize Huang Qiang as her godfather. Thinking of being a sister to a woman like Huang Qianqian, Han Yingxue felt a headache and nausea.

"Haha, Han Yingxue, come and see, how is my calligraphy?"

Huang Qiang didn't even think about whether Han Yingxue, the little girl, had ever learned to read and read, so he called Han Yingxue directly and asked her to appreciate him.

Han Yingxue looked at Huang Qiang's calligraphy. I have to say that Huang Qiang's calligraphy is still very good, and his calligraphy skills are very good.

Han Yingxue was curious, but Huang Qiang, a businessman, was different from other businessmen in that he actually liked these rather leisurely things.