On the day of the flash wedding, I became pregnant with the heir of a wealthy family

Lin Qianyi felt a little admired by his profound knowledge, just looking at his good-looking profile, couldn't help but lose his mind.

Mu Bai talked eloquently, as gentle as jade, "Moreover, not only writing brushes were unearthed this time, but also inkstones containing pigments, and a pestle for grinding mineral pigments into powder."

She listened carefully, but he looked even more seriously!

Mu Bai helped her prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

When he turned his eyes to look at her, he concluded, "So Lin, the history of Meng Tian's brush making needs to be rewritten, and it has to be pushed forward by more than 700 years."

Lin Qianyi nodded obediently, "Remember, Teacher Mu."

Then, he hooked his hand at her, "Come here."

The girl came back to her senses. To be honest, she was in the same room with Xinyi's male god, and she loved him so much, so she was inexplicably nervous.

Taking a step towards him, she managed her every expression.

Mu Bai took a step back, Lin Qianyi came to him nervously, with the pen ready and the paper rolled out.

She looked at him a little cautiously, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Turn around." His voice was gentle, with some teacher's majesty.

The girl returned to her senses and did so.

He said to her again, "Can you hold a pen? Show it to me."

It suddenly became serious, like...a stern head teacher standing behind a primary school student.

Lin Qianyi swallowed, and picked up the brush nervously.

"This posture is not right." After saying that, Mu Bai went straight to hold her hand from behind.

Lin Qianyi froze, she widened Shui Lingling's eyes!Unbelievable eyes fell on the hand held by him.

He could feel his back pressing against his chest.

You can even feel his warm breath lingering in your ears.

And the familiar scent on him that fascinates her, the faint scent of perfume!

"Student Lin, are you distracted?"

"No no no no!"

Then, while correcting her pen-holding posture, he explained——

"When holding a pen, the inner side of the thumb should be pressed against the side of the pen holder. The thumb should be in a slightly horizontal and horizontal position. The joint between the first and second joints of the index finger should press the pen holder from the outside to the inside. ..."

Lin Qianyi still couldn't believe that he actually held her hand!And leaning so close behind her!

She was really so close to him, feeling his presence.

His voice was familiar and warm, making her heart beat faster...

Just holding her hand like this, he taught her how to write and how to write horizontally and vertically while explaining.

But she was totally lost.

Downstairs, Mu Bai's father, Mu Changfeng, walked into the training class, he knew his son was here, if not downstairs, he was upstairs.

So, he didn't make a phone call, and walked upstairs directly.

After going upstairs, when I passed the adult classroom, I happened to see the scene inside——

A girl is writing calligraphy.

Mu Bai stood behind her, with their chests against their backs, and he held her hand.

Looks very intimate.

The snowflakes are flying outside the window, looking at it from this angle, the picture is actually a bit beautiful!

Teacher Mu Changfeng didn't bother, and watched the scene calmly.

Soon, after finishing writing the words "cautious and earnest", Mu Bai let go of his hand, and Lin Qianyi also put down the brush.

God, her palms are sweating!

The two young people turned their eyes inadvertently and found the middle-aged man at the door at the same time.

"Father?" Mu Bai was a little surprised, and hurriedly walked towards him, "When did you come?"

Only then did Mu Changfeng take a step in, "Just arrived."

His gentle and kind eyes were always on Lin Qianyi, this girl has seen it before, she went to the mountain with Tong Hua last time.

It seemed that the little girl was really interested in her son, and she chased her to the town.

"Hello, Uncle." Lin Qianyi was very polite, and she hurriedly bowed.

"Hello, hello." Mu Changfeng didn't put on airs at all. He looked at her and then at his son, "Shall we have lunch together?"