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Seeing his wrong way of holding the pen, Shang Mingxiao had no choice but to take his hand, continue to tie the pen with a rubber band, and give him a correct writing gesture.

"The back is straight, the eyes are kept at a distance from the book, the words are not written well, and the eyes are short-sighted."

Shang Mingxiao patted his back.

Maybe he used a little more strength, Liang Ye gritted his teeth at him.

"I'm not your son!"

Don't discipline him the way you educate your son, okay?

"Well, I am your benefactor, and you have to meet all the benefactor's requirements. I don't ask you to go to bed, I don't ask you to wash and cook, and I can't complete the simple requirements. What use do I want you to be? You are here to be a stand-in I didn't come to be the overlord."

Shang Mingxiao flipped through the copybook.

"Write five pages, and if you don't finish, you are not allowed to eat!"

"Then will I be paid overtime when I write in the middle of the night?"

Shang Mingxiao snorted coldly.

"You still want money if you haven't finished your duties? It's my kindness not to deduct your salary! Write!"

Liang Ye wrinkled his nose and snorted, people are under the eaves, bear with it.

Seeing his reluctance, Shang Mingxiao pushed his shoulder hard.

"What kind of expression do you have? You wrote it for me? Didn't you want to exercise your hands? Didn't you swear that you want to practice left and right bows? Just say it with your mouth? Practice hard!"

Greedy for ease, so ambitious, impatient and impatient, and will not work hard to realize what he says, this is the difference between a substitute and Bai Yueguang.

Very disappointed with Liang Ye.

There are disagreements in the company, and there are many lazy and annoying people at home.Not a single thing that went well this day made him happy.

Sighing, he went upstairs to the study.

"I don't need to be a calligrapher either."

Liang Ye muttered.

"It's the kind of person who likes to be a father to others. Whoever falls in love with him will be blind."

The two of them hate each other, and they don't like each other.

Shang Mingxiao changed into home clothes and got off the steps. When he got off the steps, he saw Liang Ye sitting at the coffee table very attentively, writing a copybook stroke by stroke. He looked serious like a child who had finished his homework.

Looking at him from the side, his nose bridge is high, the corners of his eyes are raised, his eyebrows are drawn into his temples, he is handsome and heroic, because he is writing hard and his mouth is closed, like a child.

Go around to Liang Ye's side to see how he is writing.

The characters are very large, with one stroke and one stroke, like the homework completed by the primary school students in the first and second grades, holding the pen tightly as if afraid of being snatched away by others, writing a word with all your strength, very serious.

I have made a lot of progress. When I was writing yesterday, the vertical line was still curved, but now the pen is straight.

It's not that he can't write, it's not that his hands are inconvenient, it's that he writes so perfunctorily absent-mindedly.Isn't it good now?

The right hand writes from left to right, and the left hand also writes from left to right. This is very awkward. For a person who is not left-handed, he needs to overcome a lot of discomfort.

When it comes to the word wood, write it horizontally and vertically, and write each character ten times, and each character is written like a copybook.

Shang Mingxiao nodded in satisfaction, but listened to it and implemented it earnestly.

After Liang Ye finished writing a piece of paper, he held it up for Shang Mingxiao to show off, with a complacent and arrogant look on his face, as if he had completed a great task!

Shang Mingxiao was amused by the smug expression on his face, and stroked Liang Ye's hair.

"That's right, keep writing! I'll cook something delicious for you, and I'll accept your order today."

"Eggs with minced meat! I want the extra tender ones!"

Shang Mingxiao nodded in agreement, it's a trivial matter.

Liang Ye also smiled, and happily continued to write.

He didn't realize that the two of them were acting coquettishly and the other was spoiled, and their actions were a bit ambiguous.

Liang Ye practiced calligraphy with pay and was able to order food. He was in a beautiful mood. Shang Mingxiao leaned aside and stared at him for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. Sister Xin came out of the kitchen, and Shang Mingxiao rolled up his sleeves and entered. kitchen.

The egg custard with minced meat was tender and fragrant, like tofu brain. Liang Picnic didn't even eat it, so he killed it all by himself.As if he wasn't full yet, Sister Xin gave him another bowl of noodles.

The spoon can't be used anymore. The chopsticks in his left hand are seven-fork and eight-fork. The noodles are smooth.It doesn't count if you don't eat it, and you got a mouthful of sauce.

After trying a few times, it didn't work. Sister Xin saw that Liang Ye was about to explode, so she quickly brought a fork.

Shang Mingxiao wanted to prevent him from relying on the fork. If he wanted to be flexible with his left hand, using chopsticks was the best way. Since he was exercising, he couldn't relax at all times.

Thinking about it again, isn't it good to write?Take your time, don't push him and put pressure on him.

Liang Ye slapped the chopsticks on the table and picked up the fork to roll up the noodles. He didn't know if it was because he wrote too much today or what happened, but his left hand was shaking a little. It's easy to get tangled up, the hands tremble, and the noodles fall off again.

Liang Ye was furious, and the fork slammed down on the floor. Seeing the noodle in front of him raised his hand and knocked over the bowl, he stood up and kicked over the chair, and sat down on the sofa angrily to get angry.

The tinkling sound scared Sister Xin too much to speak.