The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

I don't know if there was a small shadow left at the beginning, it was rare for Su Nanzhi to have a dream.

It's not that I dreamed of the teachers of various subjects.

It was Jiang Beiyu who dreamed...not him.

The person with that face in Su Nanzhi's dream changed several kinds of outfits. First, she was Jiang Beiyu whom she had seen on weekdays. In a blink of an eye, she looked like Jiang Yu again. Finally, another scene of ice and snow suddenly appeared. From a distance, I saw a figure from behind in the ice pool.

Dimly, I can only see the master from the back soaking in the pool.

Subconsciously, she thought it was Jiang Yu.

But suddenly he was not so sure, because Jiang Beiyu appeared in front of the dream.

The faces of the two men surnamed Jiang suddenly overlapped.

Su Nanzhi suddenly opened her eyes.

"A Zhi?" A familiar and slightly deep voice sounded in his ear.

Su Nanzhi suddenly compared this voice with Jiang Beiyu's.

no the same.

But her dream always gave her an illusion.

The connection between the two men seems to be more than a little bit of blood that has been separated by countless generations.

Jiang Yu was sitting next to her, dressed in white, and his silver hair was no different from what he remembered or dreamed.

"Xiao Yu," Su Nanzhi turned over, "Why is your hair this color? Was it born with this color?"

As she asked, she picked out a bunch of silver hair with her fingers and twirled it around.

Jiang Yu: "It's not white from birth. I had a serious illness before, and then my hair turned white, and it's still white after death."

"...What disease is so severe?" Su Nanzhi muttered.

Jiang Yu smiled, the smile on that amazing face was always dazzling, Su Nanzhi felt that she really wanted to hide such a treasure.

Su Nanzhi sat up from the bed, took out her mobile phone, and logged on to Xuanwang.

There have been a lot of people seeking symbols recently.

Because there are not many people who are really capable of drawing high-grade paper symbols.

All in all, there are thousands of ways to make money, and those who have the ability are begged by others to deliver the money to their door.

Su Nanzhi hasn't drawn a talisman for a while.

Now I have to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find her paper.

When she moved a few days ago, she seemed to have stuffed the paper under the bed. After Su Nanzhi took it out, she had to prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Jiang Yu had been watching for so long, but now she suddenly grabbed the inkstone. "Azhi, I'll grind ink for you."

It's rare for Su Nanzhi to feel the feeling of having an assistant, so she raised her eyes and glanced at her boyfriend, "Would you?"

"Azhi, I used to hold a writing brush too." Jiang Yu sighed.

Su Nanzhi thought about it too, "Then what kind of handwriting do you write? Can you write it to me?"

Jiang Yu is rarely acted like a baby by his girlfriend.

He doesn't come out for a long time every day, and doesn't spend much time with her. Naturally, whatever Azhi asks, he will agree to it.

Jiang Yu polished the ink, and wrote "Su Nanzhi" stroke by stroke on the paper.

The first half is vigorous and powerful, and when it comes to the second half of "Gardenia", the last hook is a small heart.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

What to do with this little heart, it's romantic and funny hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

She stared at the little heart in the last stroke of the Zhi character, and felt that the painting style really didn't match the first two characters, but unfortunately the person who wrote this character didn't think so.

"Azhi, what do you think of these three characters?"

The corners of Su Nanzhi's mouth rose wildly but kept suppressing the urge to laugh, "Very good."