The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

After all, most of the time, Gu Weimian is a person who feels tired even if he laughs too hard.

He pushed the wheelchair to Gu Weimian's side and looked down.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, it was a copy of the card just now.

Did she make a copy of the card before going to his bedroom? …

A minute passed.

Gu Weimian didn't notice Huo Yan coming at all, and still looked at the card non-stop.

The paper in his hand was suddenly taken away.

Gu Weimian raised his head in panic, and his eyes met Huo Yan's deep eyes.

She was stunned, stood up, took the paper back from the man's hand, and carefully spread it out on the coffee table. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

"You're back so soon?" She raised her eyes and looked at him with twinkling eyes, "Huo Yan."

Huo Yan's heartbeat was a little unbalanced when Gu Weimian looked at him so tenderly, "Huh?"

"I will be very, very good to you."

Gu Weimian feels that she is the happiest person in the world now.

She will definitely be very nice to Huo Yan!

Huo Yan squinted his eyes, his eyes softened.

The heart seemed to be held in Gu Weimian's hand, and no longer belonged to him. He pushed the wheelchair close to the woman sitting on the sofa.

His tall figure shrouded Gu Weimian's petite and thin figure beneath him.

The man's eyes darkened, "Will it always be fine?"

He was suddenly pushed away.

As soon as the man turned his eyes, he saw Gu Weimian picking up the note on the coffee table.

"You just rubbed it and it almost broke."

She carefully protected the piece of paper, fearing that it would be damaged again.

Huo Yan: "..."

Veins bulged on the back of the man's hands, and his handwriting suddenly didn't look right to his eyes.

"The writing is not very good..." The handwriting on his left hand is more beautiful than that on his right hand.

Gu Weimian finally raised his head and glanced at Huo Yan with a frown, "Do you understand, saying that the teacher's handwriting is not beautiful?"

Her face was gloomy, and she was very dissatisfied with Huo Yan's tone, "Do you know which master the teacher's handwriting is from? It's Xu Wei! He admires the words 'begin with learning, end with nature', 'nature is the one who is perfect'" It comes from heaven, it comes from oneself and not from people. It is majestic and majestic, emphasizing spirit rather than form. No one can write such a character with hard pen. Only my teacher can. With the words on this card , you can directly participate in the hard-stroke calligraphy competition. Do you think his handwriting is not beautiful?”

Her tone was cold and lazy, but her amber eyes were fixed on Huo Yan's face, flashing a cold warning, as if she could kill Huo Yan directly as long as Huo Yan said something unkind.

Huo Yan: "..."

Everything Gu Weimian said was right.

The calligraphy on his right hand is indeed Lin's Xu Wei's.

But it is too exaggerated to say that the words on the card in this chapter can directly enter the competition and win the prize.

Men are generally happy at heart, but their partners still have unspeakable tangles and unhappiness.

"The last few words were written frivolously. It seems that I was distracted when I wrote them..."

"That's better than what you wrote!" Gu Weimian suddenly stood up from the sofa and coldly stopped Huo Yan from "slandering" his teacher's handwriting.

The torch in Huo Yan's heart was completely lit.

What is this?

Huo Yan suddenly grabbed Gu Weimian and pressed Gu Weimian on the sofa.

The man who was sitting in a wheelchair lowered his body and looked down at Gu Weimian with a gloomy face, "Is this what you said about being nice to me?"

Gu Weimian was startled and his face turned slightly red.