The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Because Su Nanzhi didn't believe in that evil, Jiang Beiyu told her to show her his own skills.

So, before going home, Su Nanzhi went to Jiangbeiyu's villa.

This man, who was determined to compete, brought him into his study.

Su Nanzhi originally thought that most of Jiangbeiyu's study should be books about mathematics.

As a result, when I came in, I found that there were so many types of books in the full collection of bookshelves.

Among them are a few unremarkable romance novels mixed under many academic books.

"President's Double Canary"

"When I Love You Like a Spring Breeze"

Su Nanzhi: "?"

Jiang Beiyu seemed to have noticed the little girl's eyes, and coughed dryly: "These books were given by the bookstore owner when I bought books before."

Su Nanzhi let out an oh, expressing that she knew it, and she didn't know if she believed it or not.

Jiang Beiyu finally took out his handwriting practice guy.

With just one glance, Su Nanzhi could tell that the brush was good.

There are many types of brushes, but in the final analysis, most of them are sharp, round, neat and strong.

A set like Jiangbei Yu's is really particular. There is a piece of gold on the pen holder, and the appearance is also high.

Jiang Beiyu spread the paper on the desk, turned to look at Su Nanzhi, "Come here and help me sharpen the ink?"

Teacher Jiang is really particular about people, and he is also serious about grinding ink. Su Nanzhi resigned to his fate and walked over to help him.

At that moment, she actually felt like the little book boy standing beside the young master of a rich family.

Absolutely.

Fortunately, Su Nanzhi is no stranger to such things as grinding ink, so she works naturally.

When the ink was finished, Jiang Beiyu grabbed the brush and swayed it on the paper a few times. Su Nanzhi's gaze changed from being indifferent at the beginning to then fixed on him. Then he looked at Jiang Beiyu next to him, and sighed inwardly: Sure enough, the writing is just like the person.

Mr. Jiang's handwriting looks as good-looking as his own. The places that should be strong are strong, and the places that are round are round and cute. And he doesn't know what's wrong with him. fonts.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Su Nanzhi was caught off guard and remembered her bitter history of calligraphy practice, so she became more silent.

She suddenly recalled a picture: a four or five-year-old girl, holding a writing brush not much thinner than her own hand in her right hand, writing and drawing on paper, and a man standing beside her, while supervising her, Knock melon seeds. .

Su Nanzhi: Talk about the sweat and tears she paid for the brush in those years.

Jiang Beiyu didn't know what the little girl remembered, but her expression didn't seem particularly good.

"How about it, I can write with a calligraphy brush, right?" Jiang Beiyu laughed, "Mr. Su, do you think I still need to practice?"

The title "Teacher Xiao Su" really caught her off guard.

The distance between the two of them was a bit close, and Jiang Beiyu's voice was actually a bit of a subwoofer, and when he spoke, it was pleasant and seductive, Su Nanzhi subconsciously took a step back.

"Why is it Teacher Xiao Su?" She raised her eyes and met Jiang Beiyu's gaze.

Jiang Beiyu also smiled: "You teach me how to draw talismans, so I can't call you teacher?"

Su Nanzhi: "..."

You don't have to.

Although Su Nanzhi used words and actions to express the words "it's not necessary", but in Jiang's eyes, the title "Mr. Xiao Su" seems a bit interesting.

From time to time, Su Nanzhi could hear someone calling her "Mr. Su".