Su Fangfei's white wrist trembles and the tip of her pen drops. She looks at her face, and looks at it.

With only four strokes, the book has become a graceful and meaningful regular script.

Su Fangfei took a breath from her lips and dried the ink on the paper.

That pair of enchanting and charming peach blossom eyes, quietly looking at the word he wrote, the more you see, the more happy you are, a glance, like the figure of a certain youth, on the paper.

"Too"!

Su Fangfei's handwriting on straw paper with a brush is exactly the name of her little cousin "Tai ran"!

Su Fangfei saw Meng Ran's real dragon folding fan, and was very happy with the word "Tairan" written on the folding fan by Meng ran.

She also heard Meng ran explain the origin of the word "Tairan", just as "Liwu" is the Buddhist name given to Wuzhan by Lingyun temple, and the word "Tairan" is the Taoist name after Meng Ran's practice!

You can call the immortal master of Taran, or the real man of Taran.

Su Fangfei is also impressed with the word "Tai ran", just like her beloved little cousin, who has always been with her.

Perhaps her love for Meng ran was too deep. When Su Fangfei mentioned her brush, she could not help writing the word "Tai".

"Girl?"

Su Fangfei, who was immersed in it, came back to her senses with a light call of enlightenment. The beautiful jade face could not help climbing up to a blush, which was breathtaking.

In an instant, people from the road were amazed.

"My God, this beautiful woman is absolutely gorgeous!"

"Yes, yes! The beautiful legs and buttocks are really fascinating and not worth your life! "

"Do you think she's a star in the entertainment industry?"

Previously, because of the old woman's affairs, the tourists' attention was focused on Wu's body. Until now, they found that the woman in front of her was really beautiful and beautiful. She was whispering and whispering.

Everyone's comments made Su Fangfei more and more shy. She tried to hold back the shame and quickly handed the paper to Wu. "Master, please help me read this word."

When he saw the beautiful font above, the whole person could not help drooping his eyelids and fell into a deep silence.

"Master?" Su Fangfei was stunned.

Song Shuling and his wife took the opportunity to take a peek at Wu. Then they were full of curiosity and asked in a low voice: "Fangfei, what words are you writing?"

Su Fangfei smiles sweetly, covers her mouth with her hand, and says secretly, "it's the word" too "on Xiaoran folding fan

Song Shuling's expression of sudden realization and that of people passing by. She gives Su Fangfei a full look at her future daughter-in-law.

"Aunt Ling ~" Su Fangfei was full of shyness and coquetry, and her face became more and more ruddy.

Seeing Wu's silence, Meng Chang'an frowned coldly and urged: "why, master, can't you figure it out or make it up?"

Meng Chang'an is very hostile to Wu. In this posture, Shiyou * * wants to catch him into the Bureau and return the holy land of Buddhism to a clean place.

People's eyes also fell on Wu's body one after another, quite curious about how he would interpret it.

He did not raise his head, but his lips moved, and his voice was so indifferent that he said:

"there is only one solution for Taizi, which is higher than the others!"