Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Although his voice was very low, the needle drop was quiet in the room. Xie Suling looked up and looked down, and continued to copy the sutra.

Fang Yaqing stared at them with an ugly face, a drop of ink dropped on the nib, and smudged on the paper, blurring the words just written.

Shen Youran adjusted the posture of holding the pen according to the method he taught, and he wrote a line with it, which is indeed better than just now.

She glanced at the words written by the man on the paper next to it. The workmanship was neat, strong and strong. Even the brush writing was so good, he really could be anything, how could such a perfect man make her meet her.

Ji Jinchuan bit her earlobe, and a warm, low voice rang in her ear: "Be more attentive."

Shen Youran looked at Xie Suling and Fang Yaqing subconsciously, seeing that they didn't notice it, secretly relieved, and turned back to stare at him.

Afterwards, Ji Jinchuan kept holding Shen Youran's hand, and the two copied a copy of the Buddhist scripture, which he carried with him, and the handwriting was better.

Xie Suling finished writing a page. When she turned the book, she passed the glass. When she looked up and drank the water, she saw that the two were still in the same position as before.

Ji Jinchuan did not raise his head and calmly said: "Yuyou's brush skills are a bit poor. I teach her by the way. The two of them write a copy, which is more sincere than me to deal with the matter alone."

Xie Suling was speechless by his choking, knowing that he had such a temperament, and he was too lazy to take care of it, so he went with them.

Shen Youran's eyelid jumped suddenly when he was light and calm, and gave a subconscious glance at Xie Suling. When she saw her face normal, she was relieved and calmly poke the man behind him with her elbow.

Not only did Ji Jinchuan not let go, but instead he kissed her cheek while the other two were not paying attention, and then held her hand without changing his face, and continued to write Buddhist scriptures.

Fang Yaqing paid attention to the movement of the two while copying, and just saw this action in his eyes, drawing out the pen in his distracted hand, and making a long cut on the paper.

She looked at the abrupt stroke on the paper. If it was invalid, the previous one was written in vain. She continued to write other words on the stroke that was crossed out. Although she could not cover it completely, she could barely read it. .

The main purpose of Ji Jinchuan is to teach Shen Youran to practice writing, so the writing is slow. By lunch, Xie Suling and Fang Yaqing have copied half, while they only wrote one third.

After eating, Xie Suling and Fang Yaqing continued to copy for two hours and then finished.

Xie Suling put away the copied paper rolls and looked at Ji Jinchuan and Shen Youran: "How are you writing?"

Ji Jinchuan said: "It will be completed in two hours."

Xie Suling sighed softly, said, "It's still too early, you continue to copy," and took Fang Yaqing away from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

After the two left, Ji Jinchuan let go of Shen Youran: "You rest, I will write."

Isn't this good?

Shen Youran shook his sore arm: "Let's write together."

Ji Jinchuan said warmly: "I write a little faster."

She disagreed: "We have different handwriting."

Ji Jinchuan took a sip from the cup next to it and continued to write: "You just started learning, I can imitate your handwriting, although it can't be exactly the same, but it can also be like a seven or eight point, mom just read it carelessly, not carefully an examination."