Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 10 I Heard You Are a Master of Calligraphy
In the western suburbs of Wucheng, deep in the peach forest.

Surrounded by trees, lies an ancient manor.

There are clear whistle and dark whistle, and the guards are strict.

A black car drove straight in and stopped in front of a courtyard surrounded by white magnolias.

A pair of snow-white long legs stepped out of the car.

And the owner of these long legs is Wu Mohuan.

"I've seen Miss!"

Eight strong men in black suits standing in front of the courtyard greeted Wu Mohuan in unison.

As if they heard the movement outside, an old man trotted out from the courtyard.

The old man was dressed in a blue gown, dressed like a housekeeper in ancient times.

"Miss, you are back.

In the past two days, you ran away from home without saying a word, and you almost made the master sick with anger.

I should have taken you to find the master right away, but now the young master is bringing a calligraphy master as a guest inside.

Why don't you wait until they leave before going in."

When the old man spoke, he bent his waist slightly and babbled, looking more and more like a housekeeper.

Wu Mohuan frowned slightly when he heard the words "eldest young master".

He glanced at another black car in front of the courtyard with a cold expression.

Before the old man could finish speaking, he walked into the courtyard without looking back.

"Missy! Big"

Seeing Wu Mo leaving happily, the old man could only shake his head and smile wryly.

"Strange, is the eldest lady holding something in her hand?"

The old man rubbed his chin to recall, and vaguely remembered Wu Mohuan holding a rolled up paper in his hand.

The hall inside the courtyard is extremely luxuriously decorated.

Every brick and tile, every beam and every pillar exudes a sense of wealth and honor.

But if it is the first time for a person to come here, he will be attracted by a painting on the wall first.

Nuo's large picture frame took up most of the wall.

There is nothing too complicated in the whole painting, just a piece of black feather.

Every thread that can make up a feather seems to be glowing.

Taken as a whole, the entire feather is lifelike, as if it had just been plucked from a giant black bird.

Below the portrait of Hei Yu, there were three people sitting.

Sitting in the center of the main seat is a man with a square face, about fifty years old.

A black sportswear, covering the fat body.

On his left is a handsome young man.

Suits and leather shoes have a good temperament.

On the right side is an old man with white hair and beard.

Dressed in a white gown, she showed her immortal demeanor.

"Master Duanmu is worthy of being a giant in the calligraphy world, and this character is really written by a god!"

[Wu Tianxiong] Looking at the calligraphy work in his hand, he was amazed.

[Duanmuyan] on his right hand caressed his long beard, and made a modest gesture: "Where is it, Master Xiong praised it absurdly.

It is really an honor for my humble work to be appreciated by Master Xiong! "

The smile on his face couldn't be concealed.

Wu Tianxiong put down the writing in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction to his son [Wu Henan] on the left: "He Nan is interested, knowing that I like to communicate with calligraphers the most, so I specially invited Master Duanmu to my house."

Wu Henan seemed to have done something insignificant, with a calm smile on his face: "As long as dad is happy, it doesn't matter if I spend more time."

Wu Tianxiong didn't say anything more, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Seeing the opportunity, Duanmuyan followed suit and said, "Young Master Wu is neither arrogant nor rash, he is filial.

It seems that the famous [Crow Feather Society] has a successor! "

I never thought that Duanmuyan's words, which were intended to please the two of them, suddenly cooled down the atmosphere in the hall after he uttered them.

The smile on Wu Tianxiong's face disappeared quickly, and the corner of Wu Henan's mouth twitched unnaturally.

Duanmuyan immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly picked up the teacup on the table to cover up his embarrassment.

"Haha, Master Duanmu doesn't know something.

My excellent younger sister is more suitable than me to inherit the family business. "

Wu Henan said with a face of shame.

Duanmuyan, who was holding the teacup, dared to answer the words, he just laughed dryly, but was thinking silently in his heart.

He once heard that Wu Tianxiong started from scratch, and forcibly built a small society that was on the verge of extinction, the Crow Feather Society, into a top-level organization that made the whole Wucheng fearful.

There are also rumors that Wu Tianxiong has married three wives in his life, and has a son and a daughter.

The son is naturally the Wu Henan in front of him, but the daughter is little known.

Before today, Duanmuyan, like most outsiders, thought that Wu Henan's succession to the Yayu Club was a certainty.

But looking at the atmosphere just now, it seems that things are not that simple.

Moreover, the atmosphere between Wu Tianxiong's pair of children seemed to be somewhat delicate.

"Don't mention that unfilial daughter, spoil your mood!"

Wu Tianxiong said displeased.

Wu Henan and Duanmuyan nodded quickly.

From Duanmuyan's perspective, Wu Henan's uncontrollable upturned mouth can just be seen.

And just when the atmosphere had just warmed up, a beautiful figure walked into the hall.

It was Wu Mohuan.

Seeing Wu Mohuan, the three people present had different expressions.

Duanmuyan was startled at first, but then thought.

Wu Henan was also taken aback, and then stood up with a smile: "Huanhuan, you are finally back, where have you been for the past two days?
You ran away from home without saying a word, which made my father and I very worried. "

Wu Tianxiong kept a dark face the whole time and said in a cold voice: "If you can, continue to be outside and don't come back to this house!"

Wu Mohuan stopped in his tracks, stared at Wu Henan coldly, and said with disgust: "Don't pretend to be a good brother in front of me, the hypocrisy is disgusting!

Also, don't call me Huanhuan!

I want to throw up once I hear it! "

The smile on Wu Henann's face froze immediately.

And Wu Mohuan's mouth seemed to be firing a Gatling gun, just after he finished yelling at Wu Henan, he looked at his father Wu Tianxiong, and his tone was even less polite: "I didn't come back today to admit my mistakes, but to pack my luggage.

Starting today, I will be moving in with my friends! "

"You unfilial daughter! You, you, you!" Wu Tianxiong was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly.

Duanmuyan's hand holding the teacup couldn't stop shaking, and the teacup and saucer kept colliding with each other, making sudden noises.

At this moment, Duanmuyan wished that he was a deaf person.

Is this something he can hear? !

Wu Mohuan glanced coldly at Duanmuyan, then turned around and was about to go upstairs.

But at this moment, Wu Henan saw the roll of paper that Wu Mohuan had been holding in his hand.

The ink marks faintly revealing from it are even more familiar.

Wu Henan rolled his eyes and shouted loudly: "Huanke. Mo Huan, is the writing on your hand also intended for Dad?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Tianxiong and Duanmuyan subconsciously looked at Wu Mohuan's hands.

Duanmuyan raised his white eyebrows slightly and recognized at a glance that it was indeed a piece of calligraphy.

But the poor-quality white paper made him have no interest in taking a second look.

Wu Tianxiong's anger eased slightly, and a trace of anticipation could not help appearing in his eyes.

Wu Mohuan didn't want to talk to Wu Henan at first, but Liang Mu's face suddenly appeared in his mind.

She squeezed the paper in her hand, then turned to look at Duanmuyan.

"I heard that you are a calligraphy master?"

(End of this chapter)