That day, Nanqiao went to a calligraphy class in the afternoon. When she saw Ying muyao, who was like a giant baby set off by a group of children, she turned her head and wanted to leave, but she was a little late.

"South bridge." The calligraphy teacher stopped her. "Class is coming soon. What are you going to do?"

Nanqiao heart MMP, gray Liuliu turned his head, stiff smile, "I want to go out to buy a bottle of water."

The calligraphy teacher directly gave her the mineral water she had not unscrewed. "Don't buy it. Drink mine."

South Bridge

Thank you very much, teacher.

After the beginning of class, the calligraphy teacher asked her to hand in the homework of the last class. Nanqiao said, "Damn it." recently, Ying muyao's life was in a mess. She was almost nervous. She didn't remember to do her homework.

Nanqiao looked at the good children handed in their homework, and he was still sitting in his seat, with a red face.

The teacher looked at the South Bridge, took a primary school homework, went to the South Bridge: "how does this classmate's word compare with yours?"

Nanqiao looked at the decent, neat and beautiful words, and said: "teacher, don't make fun of me. You haven't seen my words before. It's very ugly."

"What confidence do you have that you don't do your homework?"

South Bridge

"Oh." One side came a low and short laughter, the south bridge directly even neck red.

The teacher also heard it and looked at Ying muyao, "how are the new students writing?"

Ying muyao didn't speak. He picked up a pen and copied a poem. The style of the pen is powerful and the style is natural and unrestrained.

A person who doesn't need to learn calligraphy at all.

Nanqiao was also surprised. He looked at Ying muyao's face and his characters. It seems that "the characters are like people" still have a little credibility.

The teacher took Ying muyao's words and looked puzzled. Then he heard Ying muyao say, "I've come to class with my girlfriend. She's having a tantrum with me recently."

Teacher: "yes."

South Bridge

The teacher cough cough, "should students to teach Nanqiao calligraphy."

"I will." Ying muyao road.

So, Ying muyao sat down beside her.

Recently, I'm really angry. Nanqiao feels that her endurance has been improved.

When Ying muyao sat next to her, she could still listen to the teacher's words.

When he arrived at Suitang, Nanqiao picked up his pen and was about to finish it when the voice of yingmuyao next to him rang out.

"The posture of holding the pen is not right, how can you write well."

With that, Ying muyao corrected her posture with her hands. She was a little stiff. Ying muyao was not easy to adjust. He stood up and walked behind her, bent slightly, and corrected her posture with both hands.

Men's fingertips are hot, Nanqiao's hot hands shake, subconsciously struggling.

"Don't move." The man clenched her hand. On the back of her hand, the palm of his hand became more and more hot. The temperature like the sun almost burned into her heart from the back of her hand.

Nanqiao lost his mind unconsciously. At the bottom of his eyes, he held her hand, one small and one big, one white and one wheat. The nib of his pen crossed the paper. Soon, a beautiful "love" appeared under the pen.

Nanqiao's ears are hot. There's no reason.

It was clearly the word "patriotic", but the word "love" was written alone, and she felt that her whole body was soft.

Nanqiao is almost wrapped in his arms, nose is his fresh, with a touch of tobacco flavor, very good smell.

His warm breath fell on her head, which made her flutter.