Contract Sweet Wife: The rich boss is too black-bellied

Chapter 340 Poorly Written
The Ye family's house is too big, and the second floor is in a "back" pattern. After walking around half a circle, I saw a room in front with an open door.

Jiang Ruochu walked in and saw that it was a big study room with lights on.

It is not so much a study as a place where books are collected, surrounded by bookshelves and escalators, and a table is placed in the middle, with nothing on it.

Jiang Ruochu thought that someone had gone in and forgot to turn off the light, and wanted to close the door, but heard a coughing sound from inside.

Jiang Ruochu was taken aback, and opened the door to see an old man with silver hair and a cane standing with his back to her in front of the bookshelf, staring at the shelves full of books.

Jiang Ruochu was taken aback: "Mister, do you need help?"

She thought it was a guest who came in by mistake while looking for the bathroom.

The old man didn't look back, he cleared his throat, but coughed again, he raised his hand and said, "Pour me a glass of water."

Most likely, she was regarded as a handyman in the house, but Jiang Ruochu hurriedly said, "Okay."

After speaking, he went downstairs to find a cup, and specially poured warm water and brought it up.

She entered the house and said, "Sir, the water is here."

"Put it on the table." The old man waved his hand and pulled out a book, but he still didn't turn around.

"Okay." Jiang Ruochu didn't care.

As soon as she put the water on the table, the old man said again: "Find me a brush and paper."

His tone was very natural, as if he was ordering his own servants.

Although Jiang Ruochu felt that the old man was weird, he still complied, and went downstairs to find the servant in the house for help.

Soon someone gave her a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and she brought it up on a small wooden plate.

"Sir, here comes the brush and ink you want, let me grind the ink for you!" After Jiang Ruochu finished speaking, he took the inkstone and grinded the ink.

Jiang Ruochu's grandfather likes calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. Jiang Ruochu has practiced with him for a long time since he was a child, and now he also spares time a week to write and draw casually.

She lowered her head and finished grinding the ink, then said: "Old man, the ink is finished, do you want to write?"

The old man was wearing white cotton and linen clothes, and his back was a little thin. After hearing her words, he ignored her.

The old man with such a weird temper, he obviously has good hearing, Jiang Ruochu made fun of himself, but he didn't leave, and stood quietly by the side.

After a long time, the old gentleman turned his head and glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. Feeling that something was wrong, he glanced at her again.

The old man had high cheekbones and was skinny and skinny. He should be very old, but his eyes were piercing.Jiang Ruochu felt a little familiar.

"Help me spread the paper." He looked at Jiang Ruochu's attire, knowing that she was not a servant in the house, so he ordered her coldly.

"Okay." Jiang Ruochu didn't care, stepped forward and spread out the rice paper, and pressed the four corners with the paper.

The old man walked to the table with a notebook in his hand. Jiang Ruochu watched as he picked up the pen and began to write according to the words on the notebook.

Running script!The old man's handwriting is the same as his person, skinny, elegant and free and easy.

"Your handwriting is really good." Jiang Ruochu couldn't help sighing while watching.

The old man paused, glanced at her sideways, and continued writing while saying, "Have you ever practiced, girl?"

Jiang Ruochu couldn't help laughing when he heard him calling her a girl: Grandpa used to call her that too.One thing I often say is: girl, you are lazy again! !
Seeing that she didn't answer the question, the old man snickered and gave her a cold look.

Jiang Ruochu hastily restrained his smile and said, "Ah, I practiced with my grandfather for a few years before, but I only practiced lower script, and I was often lazy, so my writing was not good."

(End of this chapter)