Chapter 280

Bai Sang was very satisfied with Shu Zhengqing's answer.

Then he brought a small stool and sat in the shade eating fruit.

The book father and the book mother have gone out. Now that they have bought a house, they have to find a way to make a living.

Bai sang wanted to go with him, but he was rejected.

I think my husband is at home.

After drying the books, Shu Zhengqing took them back to his study.

Put them in order one by one.

Bai sang refused to help.

"Xianggong, I haven't been with hairpin for many days. Is the thing you sent ready?" She held her chin in one hand and looked at the busy man.

This sentence made Shu Zhengqing's body stiff and soon returned to nature.

"When you are ready, the lady and hairpin can be sent."

"What the hell is it? He hid it and didn't tell me. " Bai Sang was a little curious.

"Then the lady will know." Shu Zhengqing still didn't say.

Bai sang had no choice but to expect himself and his hairpin to come quickly.

Later days.

The book father takes people out every day.

The book mother doesn't go out. She grows grass at home every day.

Bai sang, those scripts were all hidden by Shu Zhengqing from reading.

But she's so boring.

If you don't let her see it, write it yourself!

Pick up your pen.

At present, I can still write with a brush. It's not too ugly.

It's hard to practice.

Every time Shu Zhengqing goes to the teacher's house to test his homework, he comes back and sees what his mother is writing.

I didn't take it to heart at first. I sat next to reading.

But once, after reading a book, he just put it on the shelf and happened to pass behind Bai sang.

He glanced at his glasses.

[Xiaohua flirts and asks, "do you want to give yourself to me?"

[the grass gets nervous and says, "how do you know?"

Shu Zhengqing's footsteps stopped immediately. He stood behind Bai sang, staring at the contents she wrote with horror in his eyes.

The love story book written by Bai sang is not so obscure in ancient times.

All kinds of explicit words appear.

Shu Zhengqing stood and watched for a long time. He suddenly felt that the characters written on his mother's hands were like him

And the woman who molested the man was also a little similar to the lady.

What's going on

Bai sang is still writing hard and forgetting himself.

The cheeks are still ruddy.

Shu Zhengqing looked down, "cough, cough!"

When he saw the following paragraphs, he choked with saliva.

Bai sang heard the sound and turned around. He saw that the man was very close to himself.

"Xianggong, what are you doing standing behind me?"

"What are you writing?" Shu Zhengqing wanted to give his wife some face, but he didn't directly expose it.

Bai sang smiled on his face, grabbed a little manuscript he had just written and held it in front of him like a treasure offering: "Xianggong, this is my script. Look at it. Do you think it looks good."

Shu Zhengqing stared at her. He didn't expect her to show herself without hiding.

A peerless beauty with astonishment.

"Xianggong? What's the matter with you? " Bai sang saw that people didn't speak and shook his hand in front of him.

Shu Zhengqing regained his consciousness and reached out to take a few pieces of paper and looked at it.

He hasn't looked a little ahead.

Now let's look at the front and the back.

The heart thumped.

The sense of substitution is too strong

Shu Zhengqing blushed unconsciously.

"Xianggong, isn't it nice?" Bai sang stood up.

Just as she was about to come over, Shu Zhengqing stuffed several pieces of paper back into her hand, returned to her position and sat down.

"Fortunately, it's just too straightforward and explicit. Madam, don't write it."