Chapter 42: Call me (1/2)
”Practice my name first, and then practice yours.” Wei Zhiqian said.
”Why don't you practice mine first? Mine is just two words, simpler.” Tan Mo asked again.
Wei Zhiqian: ”...”
Who said this little girl is cute?
Not obedient at all!
”No matter what you do, you can't just give up because of difficulties. Choosing simple means surrendering. It's because my name is difficult. When you practice well, then practice other things, it will be much easier.” Wei Zhiqian stuffed his pen into Tan Moshou Here, ”Don't talk nonsense, practice!”
Tan Mo: ”...”
I believe in your ghost.
Helpless, Tan Mo had to practice obediently.
Wei Zhiqian looked at it with satisfaction, and wanted to wait for Tanmo to write it out. The Wei family brothers realized that Tanmo's best character was his name, so he stomped his feet unanimously?
When Tan Mo was practicing, he was a little boring and tired, and his wrists and fingers were aching.
She quietly put down the pen, shook her hand, and rubbed her face again.
Turning his head to look at Wei Zhiqian's fascinating study, Tan Mo found that he had not carefully observed Wei Zhiqian.
The skin of young people is so good, the pores are not visible even if it is thin.
When he lowered his head to read the book, his eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes were lightly covered, long and dense.
Tan Mo thought, no wonder Qin Murong was so persistent to Wei Zhiqian.
As the next Patriarch of the Wei family, Wei Zhiqian is a rare outstanding person, not to mention, the key is so good-looking and unparalleled.
It's the best proof of the word talent and appearance.
Such a boy who has all the advantages at the same time, I don't know what kind of style he will have when he grows up.
”What are you looking at?” Wei Zhiqian reached out and tapped her forehead.
It was very light, and Tanmo didn't hurt at all, but he still said ”Oh,” rubbing his forehead pretending to be knocked.
The fingers also quietly used a little bit of strength to rub red the place that Wei Zhiqian had just knocked on.
The ones that weren't red were all rubbed by herself.
”Uncle, why are you knocking on me?” Tan Mo's aggrieved eyes were watery, and he put his hands down, letting Wei Zhiqian see the red on her forehead.
”I didn't use my strength either, so I touched it. Why is it so red?” Wei Zhiqian frowned and walked around Tan Mo, seeing that there was a big red on Tan Mo's forehead.
It's like smudging a small piece of plum juice on the snow.
Wei Zhiqian asked heartily, is the child's skin so tender?
Tan Mo pouted, and see if you dare to knock me in the future.
It's useless!
She used this method to make her master carefully touch her petals every day, but she didn't dare to use any strength.
”Is it very red?” Tan Mo raised his hand to touch it.
Was stopped by Wei Zhiqian: ”Don't touch it.”
I'm afraid she will hurt if she touches it.
Seeing Tanmo's watery eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted it, and would have stopped knocking if he knew it.
Unexpectedly, Tanmo not only looks like a porcelain doll, but even people are like porcelain dolls.
”Shoo me.” Tan Mo pointed to his red forehead, ”every time I knocked, my parents and brothers took turns calling me.”
Wei Zhiqian: ”...”
He couldn't even think about this picture.
How did Tan Mo spend his spoiled life at home?
”Hurry up.” Tan Mo urged.
Wei Zhiqian had to lower her head and blew lightly at the place where her forehead was red.