Mommy, look at Daddy kneeling again

Although Feng Liyan said that he would reduce his work, he would focus on her and the children in his future life.

But Nuan Nuan actually didn't believe it. After all, he was usually so busy, how could he be free all of a sudden.

But who knew, Feng Liyan actually stayed in the old house throughout the day and never went out, but Luo Yang and a few assistants came in and out many times.

Feng Liyan works in the study, Nuannuan accompany the children and Mr. Feng, without interfering with either.

It's just that every one or two hours, the men will take a break as an excuse to come out to see what they are doing.

In the afternoon, when Feng Liyan pushed open the door of the old man's study room, he saw that in front of the long desk by the French window, old man Feng was practicing calligraphy with Baby Lemon.

Nuan Nuan stood beside her, and also took a brush to practice.

He walked over and stood behind the woman, looking down at her words.

Just when his eyes touched the words on the paper, Feng Liyan was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared in his eyes in an instant.

He stretched out his hand, and covered the woman's hand holding the writing brush with his warm palm. At the same time, he leaned forward and hugged Nuan Nuan from behind.

"Missing me so soon?"

The study was covered with carpets, Nuan Nuan didn't even hear the man's footsteps coming in, he suddenly held his hand and pressed his back against his warm chest, the whole person was startled.

She turned to stare at him, whispering.

"how is this possible?"

"Don't think about me, secretly write my name on the paper?"

Feng Liyan narrowed his eyes slightly, with an expression that I've already seen through you, so you don't need to argue.

Nuannuan was stunned for a moment, "Who wrote your name, I..."

Turning her head, her eyes fell on her own paper, and her warm face burned.

Under the tip of her nose was Feng Liyan's name, but what she was practicing with the old man just now was Mengmeng's name.

It's just that I unconsciously thought of what Feng Zemei said before, and then thought about whether Feng Liyan really had a mental problem and then...

Probably because he was too engrossed in his thoughts, he wrote the man's name all over the whole paper without knowing it.

The point is, Feng Liyan saw it, and what she wrote was not very good-looking.

This is embarrassing, Nuannuan bit her lip, and subconsciously stretched out the hand pressing the paper, wanting to throw away the piece of paper with his name written on it.

Who knew that the man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he saw her intention at once, and he reached out and firmly grasped her hand that was trying to make trouble.

Because of this movement, he was completely behind her, and the voice came from above her head.

"Want to destroy the corpse? It's too late, I confiscated this one."

As he said, he took the paper away, the ink on it was not too dry, the man raised it up and blew it in front of him twice, his face turned warm with annoyance.

"Let's get someone to frame it and hang it in my study."

Nuan Nuan suddenly felt embarrassed and pulled him.

"Give it back to me! No framing! No hanging!"

Nuannuan was a little anxious, her voice became louder unconsciously, and she jumped to grab the piece of paper.

Feng Liyan raised her hand slightly, but Nuannuan couldn't touch it anyway. She grabbed the man's collar with one hand and stepped directly on Feng Liyan's feet.

At this time, Baby Lemon's voice sounded from the side.

"Look, Grandpa, Mommy is a bad student, and she wrote it on Daddy!"

"What does Mommy not let Daddy hang on to?"

Nuannuan turned her head, and saw Lemon and Lemon, and even Mr. Feng, the three of them were staring at her and Feng Liyan, and her whole body was almost hanging on Feng Liyan.

She was instantly embarrassed, and hurriedly wanted to back up, but after all her body was already a bit bulky, and she staggered and fell backwards. The man stretched out his hand to support her back, and finally stuck her back to Feng Liyan's body more tightly.

"Of course it's your mommy's calligraphy. You practice calligraphy with your grandpa. After you've practiced, daddy will also hang up the calligraphy of lemon and lemon."

Feng Liyan supported Nuan Nuan with one hand, folded the piece of paper and put it in his suit pocket.

Seeing that Nuannuan's face was flushed with embarrassment, Old Man Feng lowered his head and buried his head in Feng Liyan's chest, smiling cheerfully, and said to Lemon and Lemon.

"Come and write well. Grandpa will see if it's my elder brother who has made great progress, or my younger sister's writing is better."

Lemon and Lemon responded, and turned their heads to write seriously again.

Only then did Feng Liyan look down at Nuan Nuan who buried her head, "Come on, I'll teach you how to write too."

The man turned Nuan Nuan's body around as he spoke, returned to the table, put the writing brush in her hand again, and held her hand again.

Nuannuan's ears were still hot, he struggled a bit, and opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Why are you so idle?"

Feng Liyan raised his eyebrows, ignored her, bent down and took the woman's hand, and raised it to get some ink on it.

Then he tilted his head and whispered in her ear.

"Writing well, we big babies must also strive for progress, and we can't lose to Lemon Baby."

He held her hand as he said, and the pen walked like a dragon, and a beautiful and elegant "Wen" appeared on the tip of the warm pen in a flowing manner.

The man wrote seriously, warm and quiet before he knew it, and focused on writing.

The man took her to dip some ink again, gently took the remaining ink on the inkstone, and took her to write the word "nuannuan".

Nuannuan is familiar with Feng Liyan's pen writing, but this is the first time I have seen his calligraphy.

Even if she is a layman, she can see that he writes very well, with his own style and characteristics. It is not the kind of cursive script that is very flamboyant, but balanced, thin and hard, using both square and round, and strong strokes.

Moreover, she thought he brought her to write his name.

But he didn't expect that he wrote about her.

Seeing his name slowly appearing from the hand he was holding, there was an indescribably sweet feeling.

"Why did you write my name..."

Nuannuan whispered unconsciously, Feng Liyan turned his head to look at her, then led her to change positions, and started writing on the paper again.

This time, he took her time and took her to write very slowly.

He wrote his own name, and whispered to her.

"This turning point here, you can draw it in a little bit, so that the font will appear thinner and more powerful, and the words you just wrote don't look good because the slope of the painting is not consistent enough. You can see that it is basically the same. Don't you want to be more harmonious?"

The man spoke seriously, as if he was really an extremely patient teacher.

Nuannuan unconsciously turned to look at him, but Feng Liyan's eyes focused on the paper, and the Nuanyang reflected obliquely from behind him.

His handsome eyebrows were drooping, and his long and thick eyelashes cast a silhouette on the straight bridge of his nose. His profile was cool and calm.