Master Fu’s Ace Wife

Summer nights come so unknowingly, and at seven o'clock in the evening, the day is considered dark.

Illuminated street lights have been installed on every road throughout the Nanjia area, along with lit lanterns hanging in front of every yard.

The bodyguard had already put dinner on the table. After all, he had been with Fu Yuxiu for so many years and knew when to speak and when not to speak.

Young master likes people to be quiet the most, especially in this case, when he walked out the door with a tray in hand, he happened to meet the man who came back.

"Master, I'll go down first." Fei Ran followed to the door and glanced at the girl who was standing behind the desk writing.

At this time, the young master definitely doesn't want anyone to disturb him.

The man stepped into the living room, and the target was the little girl who was writing seriously.

The girl behind the desk bowed her head, and when she went out, Wen Li chose a gray stitched shirt, a pair of blue denim pencil pants, and the simplest sneakers.

Her half-length hair was also tied up by her at this moment, and a strand of broken hair hung down on her forehead. Her eyebrows were lowered, her pale pink lips were pursed lightly, and her expression was serious.

The man walked slowly with one hand in his trouser pocket, and before he got close to the table, he saw the writing on the rice paper.

He stopped, and Feng Mou looked slightly sideways at the clumps of pinched paper in the trash can next to her.

This is the best rice paper, made by hand, but this girl has spoiled it so much.

"Your word..." Fu Yuxiu lowered his eyes and did not comment, but Wen Li could hear the meaning of his words.

She stopped writing and looked at her work very seriously.

To be honest, she has never touched calligraphy, which helps people to calm down, but she is not impatient, so she can write smoothly.

Seeing her stunned expression, the man's eyes darkened, and he walked around the table and stood beside her.

"The posture of holding the pen is wrong." He had already wrapped her in his arms while speaking, and began to correct her posture of holding the pen with both hands, "This way, the thumb is here."

One of the advantages of Wen Li is that if you become interested in something, you must start to get to the bottom of it.

At this moment, she was just in a hurry. She didn't write well, and someone who knew how to do it came. She didn't have to steal a teacher to learn art.

This man was very tall, Wen Li knew that, being 1.9 meters tall behind her, who was 1.75 meters tall, was indeed a bit stressful.

Fu Yuxiu lowered his head, and his hot and humid breath fell on the girl's white neck, "A stroke is a faction of its own, and the stroke must be steady and not shaken."

The man's palm just held the girl's in the palm of his hand, and his left hand rested on the edge of the table. The white rice paper was smudged with ink, thick but not muddy.

Wen Li followed his movements and saw the handwriting on Yue Ran's paper, which was full of vigor and eloquence, which was different from hers.

"I see." Fu Yuxiu bowed his head, and the breath between the nostrils just fell onto her cochlea.

Wen Li was stunned for a moment, looking at the big word "Ninja" on the paper.

The two of them could be said to be tightly attached to each other at the moment, their backs pressed against the man's chest, and the warmth of their skin was transmitted through the two layers of fabric.

He held Wen Li's hand holding the pen with one hand and rested the other on the edge of the table, just to wrap the girl in his arms.

Wen Li just realized that the man had already let go of her hand and retreated to one side.

"You write one for me to see."

It seemed that the intimacy just now was just his unintentional act.

But it always felt like something wasn't quite right.

Wen Li took out the paper and spread it out again, and started to write according to the strokes Fu Yuxiu taught her just now.

Seeing her actions, Fu Yuxiu was satisfied, very serious and obedient.

"how?"

After struggling to write a word, Wen Li raised her eyes and asked, her eyes flickering faintly, as if expecting.

Seeing her appearance, the smile on the corner of the man's lips became stronger and stronger, and the slender index finger was bent and lifted, gently hooking the black ink on her cheek.

"Great, great."

This is exaggerated, more or less with some personal color in it.

Wen Li put down the pen, tilted her head and looked at it for a long time. She personally thinks that she likes this word quite a bit.

"But why did you write a ninja character?"

This person's temperament does not seem to be related to this word.

Fu Yuxiu's eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse, "You don't understand."

It's not too late to wait until she understands.

Wen Li raised his hand and hung the pen back on the pen holder generously, "I'm hungry."

"Let's go to dinner first." Fu Yuxiu stretched out his hand and put away her handwriting.

Almost all the houses in this small courtyard have something in common. From the living room where the two of them are writing, go through a long corridor to the dining room.

The decoration style of the whole yard has made modern changes based on the continuation of the previous furnishings, so there are quite a lot of glass elements used in this yard.

The round wooden dining table is already fully arranged for dinner. As expected of the chef of the Nan family, the delicate arrangement of the stacks of dishes is about to catch up with the artwork.

Wen Li was not polite, and after taking a seat, he took the chopsticks and started tasting.

Fu Yuxiu took a seat across from her without hesitation, and poured himself a cup of tea slowly while watching the little girl eat.

"Looks like you are very interested in calligraphy. Why don't you come here every week from now on, and I will teach you how to write."

Wen Li bit the lion's head and looked at him, this proposal is not bad.

When writing, it can really make people calm down, and the originally chaotic thoughts in her mind have been straightened out one by one.

pretty good.

"Okay." Wen Li nodded in response.

It's become a deal.

Fu Yuxiu looked at the little girl and filled her glass with orange juice, "You just believe me, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

"You can find me to treat you, which means you have a pair of discerning eyes and know people." The chopsticks in Wen Li's hand stretched out to the sweet and sour fish in front of him, pinching out the fish's eyeballs with precision.

"Since you know how to know people, of course you won't be stupid."

Fu Yuxiu nodded, put the whole fish head in her bowl, and he was never tired of talking with smart people.

Since they can meet at a glance, naturally there will be no more intrigue.

There is a kind of person that you can see to the end at a glance, but there are only a few such people in a lifetime.

Looking at the way she was eating, Fu Yuxiu seemed to have passed decades, and a petite shadow flashed in his eyes.

"How was your time at Mu's house?" He suddenly opened his mouth.

Like an old friend who has known each other for several years, what he blurted out was the concern he deserved.

Wen Li's hand holding the chopsticks paused, then raised his eyes to stare at him. Under the eyes, there was a gentle smile of a man.