C37 Admonishing the Gods and Horses

When Pang Xia returned to the suite, his face was ashen. Even Lee Jingxing who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper was confused. Why did his face change so much after returning from breakfast?

"Xia?"

Lee Jingxing called out to Pang Xia.

Pang Xia turned his head, his cold face clearly showing his anger: "What's wrong, Mr Lee?"

Lee Jingxing frowned slightly.

Seeing that Lee Jingxing did not say anything, Pang Xia continued, "If there is nothing else, I will return to the kitchen. I am a chef anyway, so it is not appropriate for me to stay in the living room."

Without waiting for Lee Jingxing to speak, he grabbed Qingqing and rushed into the kitchen with anger written all over his back.

Liao Fann who was seated at the side could not help but look over, this was the first time someone dared to speak to Mr Lee like that and he was fine as well, if it was anyone else, if Mr Lee did not take action, they would naturally tear off his skin.

Pang Xia went to the kitchen, leaving behind the newspaper, Lee Jingxing, who could not bear to watch any further, so he simply threw it back on the table and said to Liao Fann: "Go and ask Pang Xia if anything happened to you in the kitchen today."

"Yes."

Liao Fann hurriedly ran out to gloat … No, it was a race to find out.

Lee Jingxing sat alone in the study room for a while, before going back to practice his brush.

After a long while, Lee Jingxing heard footsteps at the door and thought that Liao Fann had returned. Lowering his head, he asked while writing: "How is it?"

As a result, she was unable to hear Liao Fann's reply for a long time. Just as she was about to raise her head in confusion, she saw two small, white and tender hands fall on the paper she was writing. Lee Jingxing smiled slightly and looked at the child beside her. Why did you come here alone? "

Qing Qing did not say a word as she extended her neck out to look at Lee Jingxing's writing. It was much better than what she had seen previously, even though she did not really understand either.

Lee Jingxing suddenly remembered something the Pang's Mother had said before. Looking at Qingqing now, it seemed like this child truly liked his. If there was a suitable opportunity, he really hoped to find a good teacher for Qingqing.

After the death of that person, the clan had always had a rule: When the men of the clan had reached the age of three, they had to practice calligraphy, and they had to practice for two hours every day. Although, because their clan members were scattered or part of the country had gone abroad, this rule had gradually been forgotten by the people, but because Lee Jingxing's brothers and sisters all knew how to write and write, it was normal for the clan elders to like this rule.

After leaving the country, Lee Jingxing did not give up. His father even specially invited a teacher for him, and the good ink paper never stopped. Lee Jingxing's calligraphy gradually left the body of his Lee Family, and became the unique wild grass instead.

Seeing that Qing Qing was eager to give it a try, Lee Jingxing naturally did not disagree. He put down the brush, looked at Qing Qing and asked: "Do you want to try?"

Qing Qing raised her head to look at him before quickly lowering it again. She whispered, "I don't know how to use a brush …"

Lee Jingxing caressed the soft hair of the child and asked, "Can I teach you?"

Qingqing pursed her lips, and without saying a word, Lee Jingxing extended his hand and carried the child onto a chair. Qingqing seemed to not have expected this, and with a little cry, two lines of little red clouds appeared on her cheeks.

Lee Jingxing's mood instantly became pretty good. He knew that Qing Qing should still have some grudges against him, but no matter how smart she was, she was still just a child. In their world, liking meant liking.

"Come on, like this, put your thumb on the pen, your index finger on it, and your middle finger on the pen. Like this, squeeze hard... The fourth finger pushed from the inside to the bottom and used the little finger to increase the force of the attack. Right... Okay, that's it. Now let's try to write it... "

Lee Jingxing was very patient, he took apart all the details and explained them to Qing Qing. Qing Qing also learned very quickly, almost as long as Lee Jingxing said it once, she would be able to remember his little face.

Seeing this, Lee Jingxing was even more certain that he wanted to find a teacher for Qing Qing. Maybe it would be better to just squeeze in some time to teach.

Just as Lee Jingxing was thinking this, Qingqing, who had been immersed in practicing her calligraphy, suddenly opened her mouth and said: "That person called Wang Jia … He scolded my father. "