Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

The next day, the loan from the bank came down, a total of 3000 million. Accompanied by Qiu Yifan, Wen Xinya and Ouyang Feng went to the bank to go through the relevant procedures. In the account opened in the bank.

With Qiu Yifan's help, the company's various procedures have been completed.

"What are you thinking about? You've worn out the grinder." Si Yiyan put down the brush in his hand and looked at her fixedly.

Although he didn't know the content of the conversation between her and Qiu Yifan and Ouyang Feng that day, the frequent exchanges between Qiu Yifan and Ouyang Feng these days made him aware of some of her small movements.

He had checked Ouyang Feng's background, and it was not difficult to guess that she was actually preparing to open an investment company.

Her precise vision, extraordinary courage, and meticulous scheming made him admire her again. A little girl who has been on the streets since she was a child knows how to use investment companies to raise money for herself and establish intricate business relationships for herself. , The ambition she showed made him want to see how far she could go.

"How can the ink be worn out? You are deliberately picking on the bones!" Wen Xinya was thinking about the meeting with the lawyer from Chaofan Law Firm before, when she heard Si Yiyan's words, she quickly suppressed all her emotions.

Si Yiyan didn't speak any more, but just took another inkstone from the Bogu stand, slowly entered the water, and rubbed it gently and steadily, then picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink and wrote a letter of Xin on the rice paper: "You Take a closer look."

The word "Xin" expresses the elegance and beauty of the willow body at its peak, and he has almost restrained the toughness of the knife-cut steel, the exposed structure and the severe wind edge in the middle stage of the willow body. With the blunt and penetrating brushwork, the easy to penetrate the structure, and the quaint and elegant charm, the writing is clean and strong.

Grandpa said: Willow-style characters can best reflect a person's temperament. Use the pen with the heart in mind, and the heart is upright to make the pen straight. The willow-style characters are clear and straight, thin and hard. When doing calligraphy, Grandpa asked her what font she wanted, and she chose willow font without thinking.

"Did you see anything?" Si Yiyan asked lightly.

"I know your handwriting is good, so you don't need to show it off in front of me." Wen Xinya looked at his handwriting in willow style, and said in her heart that it was impossible not to be envious.

"It's not for you to read the characters, but for you to read the ink, and compare the two inks." Si Yiyan reached out and tapped her forehead lightly.

Wen Xinya lowered her head and looked, and soon saw that the trick was coming. The ink she ground before was dark and dull, the pen was penetrating and weak, and there were even water stains seeping through the paper, but the ink that Si Yiyan ground Dark and restrained, the pen is penetrating and vigorous, never penetrated water stains: "Why is this?"

Si Yiyan smiled and said: "Mo Mo is also knowledgeable, do you want to know?"

"Think!" Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan with bright eyes.

"Come here and stand in front of me!" Si Yiyan waved at her, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he had succeeded in some way.

But Wen Xinya was so preoccupied with the knowledge of grinding ink that she didn't notice at all, so when he waved, she immediately stood in front of him like a dog, "You want to teach me?"

"Well, I'll only teach you once, so you have to learn [with your heart]." Si Yiyan bit the word "intentionally" extremely hard.

Wen Xinya immediately stated: "I will definitely study hard."

The smile in Si Yiyan's eyes deepened a little, and he took a step forward and stood behind Wen Xinya, with his chest pressed against Wen Xinya's back, feeling the thin and bony lines behind her.

Wen Xinya felt the temperature coming from behind her, her heart skipped a beat suddenly, she turned around in a panic and said, "Didn't you teach me how to grind ink, you..."

Si Yiyan stretched out his hand to cover her hand holding the ink stick: "I'll take your ink with you first, and experience the rhythm of grinding ink."

After hearing his explanation, Wen Xinya suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although the arms of the source of heat radiated from her back, luring her close, at least she was not as flustered as before.

"Relax your body, don't hold your arms so hard, and hold your fingers naturally." The smile in Si Yiyan's eyes deepened, one hand supported her waist for a while, and patted her arm for a while, busy adjusting her posture .

"Is that so?" Wen Xinya also restrained all her wild thoughts, and adjusted her posture according to his words, but she didn't know that her current posture was almost half in his arms without knowing it.

Si Yiyan also put his arms around her waist as a matter of course, holding her hand and leading her to start rubbing ink: "The strength in the hand should be appropriate, the weight should be moderate, the speed should be moderate, neither rush nor rash, evenly Steady and long-lasting."

His breath slowly sprayed on her ears with scorching moisture, slightly numb and itchy, and the clear and elegant breath sounded slightly low in her ears, she seemed to be able to imagine When his tongue was speaking, it hooked and picked, leveled and flattened, suppressed and raised, curled and retracted, his heartbeat was against her back, and she could feel his heartbeat following her breath and breath. Plopping, Wenxinya's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

The atmosphere seems a little ambiguous!Warm and elegant thought.

Wen Xinya quietly turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye, but saw that he lowered his head slightly, looking intently at their overlapping hands, and carefully explained the rhythm of rubbing ink as his hands rubbed the ink.

Seriously, Wen Xinya couldn't help but cast aside her impure thoughts and lack of seriousness in studying, so she hurriedly restrained her mind.

She looked away, and Si Yiyan gasped out of his held breath, feeling the fragrance in his arms, but couldn't concentrate no matter what.

"Your hands are sweating, are you very hot?" Wen Xinya asked suddenly, holding his big palm with distinct knuckles, as long as jade, with a faint callus on the palm, gently rubbing it The back of her delicate jade-like hands, his palms were slightly hot and sweaty, and her palms also slowly overflowed with fine sweat, and the heartstrings were stirred for no reason.

It was only then that Si Yiyan suddenly realized that there was a piece of blood in his hand, and he let go of her hand suddenly, and said seriously: "You probably know the rhythm of grinding, and you will become proficient with more practice in the future. Don't underestimate it." Looking at grinding ink, there is a lot of knowledge in grinding ink. On the surface, it seems that the hard ink is being ground away by people, but in fact, people are also being polished by the ink in the process. human character."

Si Yiyan's words really inspired her deeply!Wen Xinya nodded: "Taught."

Si Yiyan suddenly passed her armpit with one hand, and Wen Xinya had no time to resist, so he put his hand on her waist, and pressed towards him, their bodies were tightly pressed together: "Mo Grinding requires not only ink integrity, but also body integrity!"

What a righteous word, but why combined with his actions, she feels as if he is the one who is not upright?