Chapter 1537

At this moment, Mo Lingwei is teaching four-year-old Xiu'er to write calligraphy in the study.

At this time, the south is already the season of warm spring and flowers blooming. The warm wind is mixed with humidity, and the water vapor is heavy. The yellow and tender winter jasmine blooms in the yard, clinging to the courtyard wall, like a flower wall.

The slight fragrance of flowers spreads in the air, refreshing.

Mo Lingwei put one hand on his back, correcting his small body sitting posture: "Sit like a bell and stand like a pine, with your back straight, your shoulders flat, and the pen in your hand to be steady, hold it like an aunt. …”

Xiu'er held the pen and just wrote a few words on the spread paper when she heard familiar footsteps.

Xiu'er's eyes lit up, and she looked up at Mo Lingwei: "Auntie, uncle is back."

Mo Lingwei's face darkened, and before she could lose her temper, Xiu'er quickly changed her words: "Xiu'er was wrong, uncle is back."

Mo Lingwei gave a faint "um" and lowered her eyes, "After writing these words, I allow you to go out and play."

As soon as the words fell, the curtain was lifted, and Feng Shaojin Xin's long figure barged in. He was dressed in military uniform, with his hands behind his back, as if ice and snow had melted in his pitch-black phoenix eyes, and his pleasant voice slowly and unhurriedly brought Seductively: "Xiu'er, see what Daddy brought you here."

Xiu'er was holding the brush, with a pair of dark and clear eyes that were full of aura. He glanced at Mo Lingwei, who had a bad expression on his face, and continued to practice stroke by stroke without daring to make mistakes.

Following his line of sight, Feng Shaojin was also a little taken aback, touched his nose guiltyly, and explained embarrassingly: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue for a while, don't be angry."

Mo Lingwei was full of anger, but she couldn't do it in front of Xiu'er, so she could only hold it in her heart and ignore him.

Feng Shaojin walked over, stood beside Mo Lingwei, looked at Xiu'er's handwriting pretendingly, and rarely commented seriously: "Not bad, very fatherly, ahem, your father's demeanor."

Xiu'er paused with her fingers, and looked behind him curiously.

Feng Shaojin put the box in his hand on the chair, stretched out his hand to pull Mo Lingwei, but said to Xiu'er: "Xiu'er, good boy, I have something to say to your aunt, you write carefully, wait for these few words After finishing writing, I will take you out to play again."

He freed up one hand, squeezed Xiu'er's small face, and winked at him: "You always wanted to play..."

There was a crystal light in Xiu'er's dark eyes.

Seeing that the little guy agreed, Feng Shaojin took Mo Lingwei's arm: "Ling Wei, we..."

Mo Lingwei shook off his hand: "I'm here to watch Xiu'er finish writing, Feng Shaori is so busy with all kinds of things, he doesn't even have time to rest, so don't waste all your time on me. "

Feng Shaojin saw that she was furious, like a wolf with a piece of meat in its mouth, a faint light flickered in her phoenix eyes.

He leaned over, put his other long arm on her shoulder, opened and closed his thin lips next to her ear, and said in a low voice: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you so much. If you don't mind, I can just be you Looking at Xiu'er's face, she vomited the pain of lovesickness.

I......"

Mo Lingwei was already thin-skinned, but she was afraid that he would really mess around in front of Xiu'er and spoil the child.

Before he could finish speaking, he quickly interrupted his words, and said to Xiu'er in a gentle voice: "You write carefully, Auntie sewed a handkerchief for Uncle Feng, go back and find where it is, and come back to accompany you when you find it .”

Xiu'er touched the tin box that Feng Shaojin put on the chair with her small hand, and said crisply: "Okay, Auntie, don't rush to look for it slowly, there are a lot of words, and I won't be able to finish them in a while."