Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

"Well, what did you say?" Ye Yanmo asked casually. (www

Chu Zijin glanced at him, his face flushed slightly, he paused and said, "Then - Brother Ye, do you want to have such a blessing?"

This sentence is clearly expressed.

Ye Yanmo clasped his hands together and put them on the table, with a somewhat unclear look in his eyes.[

He smiled and said, "Every man wants to be so lucky. If you don't believe me, go home and ask your brother."

"I don't care about others, as long as Brother Ye likes it." Chu Zijin took the opportunity to get close to him and hooked one of his arms to act coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, Zijin, didn't you say you want to make coffee for me? Don't you want Brother Ye to try your craft?" Ye Yanmo took out his arm and went to get a piece of information: "Good boy, hurry up

Go ahead."

"Well, okay, I'll go right away." Chu Zijin flew away like a happy bird.

Yin Yanyan never raised her head, but paused with the tip of her pen on the paper...

Get used to it early, Yin Yanyan, and get up from wherever you fall.

Everything in the past was like dying yesterday, and everything now is like being born today.

Fools are blessed by fools. People don’t have to live too smart and careless...

"Miss Yin, what are you doing?"

He didn't know when he came behind her again, with his hands on both sides of her sofa.

There was a faint smell of tobacco mixed with his unique cold fragrance that hung around.

Yin Yanyan froze slightly. It turned out that she liked to smell this smell on him.

Every time I smell it, my heart fills up with joy, but now I feel choked up when I smell it...

She subconsciously wanted to stand up.

"Ms. Yin, you have to rewrite your resignation letter because there are ink drips on it." His voice was cool.

Yin Yanyan lowered her head and saw that the pen tip had been paused for too long, and there was an ink stain around it...

Ye Yanmo glanced at the paper a few more times, frowned slightly, and pointed at a few blank spaces: "What's going on with these? Also, your handwriting has deteriorated a lot."

Although the handwriting she originally wrote cannot be said to be very beautiful, she can at least take it out.

The words I write now look dry, and the glyph structure looks crooked...[

There was almost no expression on Yin Yanyan's face and she didn't raise her head: "I forgot to write when I picked up my pen. I can't write those words! Also, it doesn't matter to you, Mr. Ye, whether my handwriting looks good or bad, does it?"

After a batch of resignation letters, she left immediately and we will never get along with her again. Her handwriting is so beautiful and ugly that it’s none of Qing’s business!

"Miss Yin, don't forget, I used to be your calligraphy teacher. Your handwriting is not good-looking, and my face is not good-looking..."

His breath was closer to her.

Yin Yanyan: "..."

He did teach her calligraphy step by step.

In just half a year, her handwriting has made a qualitative leap, from looking like a dog crawling, to a dragon flying...

"These words are not difficult. Bring me the pen and I will teach you how to write them."

He took the pen from her hand and accidentally touched her hand. The familiar touch made his heart skip a beat, as if a ball of fire passed from her fingertips and burned all the way into his heart...

Yin Yanyan's face turned slightly pale, and he withdrew his hand quickly and abnormally.

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