Chapter 112 I like it

Chapter 112 I like it

Looking at Rong Wuye's deep expression, Nanhuang couldn't help but feel even more painful. "I'll take it out on you."

"No need to dirty your hands."

Rong Wuye said: "She instigated the relationship between you and me, and I will not let her go. Yang Bo. From today on, all business of the Fu family will be cut off. You know what to say if you throw Fu Ya back to the Fu family." "

Yang Bo indifferently pulled the crying woman up, "Miss Fu, come with me."

"No, Fifth Brother, no, you can't do this to me! I know I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it anymore!"

Rong Wuye lazily did not respond, and Yang Bo dragged him away.

In the dim room, the woman in the mural smiled gently.

Rong Feng has not smoked a cigarette since she came in, and even her language has become much more civilized.

He leaned on the sofa, squinting his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two of them maintained this posture for more than half an hour before Rong Feng spoke up: "Little guy, is there anything else you're unhappy about? Tell me and I'll take care of it all today."

Nanhuang raised his head and looked at him.

The man said: "You can't stay overnight because of conflicts, otherwise you won't be able to sleep well at night."

"..."

Nanhuang thought for a while, and finally decided to tell the truth: "There is one more thing. I'm not unhappy, but I am a little concerned and confused."

Rong Wuye raised the corners of his lips, lowered his head and asked her, "What's the score for today's calligraphy competition?"

Nanhuang raised his head and nodded.

Rong Wuye said: "Actually, you should win."

Nanhuang looked at him in surprise.

Only then did Rong Wuye feel that he had done something wrong. "I should apologize to you. I'm out of my mind today."

After saying that, he added: "You go to school with me."

Nanhuang stared at his face for a long time. He was still immersed in his mother's sadness, but he still wanted to resolve her little doubts.

Nanhuang felt that his doubts were irrelevant, so he said: "Forget it, I actually don't care about winning or losing. I'm not angry anymore."

Rong Wuye said with a smile: "Let's go to school together."

Rong Wuye and Nanhuang drove to school. Now the school has passed the curfew time and is closed. Rong Wuye stepped forward and talked to the guard for a while before being allowed to enter the campus.

After arriving at school, he took her and walked in the quiet campus.

On the campus after 11 o'clock, there is no one except the dim lights on the road.

Walking on the quiet road, there was nothing but the chirping of insects, and the bright moonlight stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

The cool breeze was blowing, and Nanhuang felt a little cold. Rong Wuye took off his suit and wrapped it around her.

His body temperature remained in the clothes, and Nanhuang's face turned slightly rosy.

His big hand held her small hand tightly and took her to the studio in the school.

The studio is on the third floor of the teaching building. After Rong Wuye borrowed the key, he opened the door of the studio and turned on the incandescent lamp.

The white light is bright, and the students' writings during the day are still on the desk in the classroom.

"Come on, find out the two characters between you and Xi Jing."

Nanhuang nodded, stepped forward, and looked for these two words with Rong Wuye.

There were not many words during the day, so he found them quickly. Rong Wuye took out the words written by Nanhuang and Xi Jing and put them on the table.

Nanhuang then began to look at the words between himself and Xi Jing.

Rong Wuye said with a smile: "You two have different handwriting styles. Xi Jing's handwriting is more neat and bold, while your handwriting is romantic and unruly. It doesn't really look like a girl's handwriting, but I like it very much."

Rong Wuye continued: "If you were to rate based on my personal preference, my little guy would definitely get full marks."

Nanhuang looked at Xi Jing's handwriting and understood what Mr. Rong Wu meant: "But, in terms of neatness, I am a little worse than Xi Jing, right? So based on the standard score, my score is indeed 9.3."

After understanding the scoring rules, Nanhuang calmed down.

Rong Wuye walked over and hugged Nanhuang from behind, "Nanhuang, you can still be angry. After all, if I wasn't sulking and jealous, you would definitely get a higher score."

Nanhuang was not angry at all.

Rong Wuye was in her ear and continued: "I have nothing to do with other women. The rating I gave you is obviously harsh. It's because I've been jealous for a day... Forgive me, eh?"

She chuckled at that.

"My handwriting is not good-looking, and the Fifth Master is laughing at me."

"It's actually quite good." He said softly.

Rong Wuye stared at her sideways again: "Aren't you angry anymore?"

Nanhuang shook his head.

Rong Wuye confirmed: "Are you really not angry anymore?"

Nanhuang smiled and said: "It's not like I can't afford to lose. And writing is not my specialty."

She was angry before just because she thought Master Rong Wu was deliberately scoring like this for Fu Ya, so she was angry.

Now I know it was because of myself...

And the score is actually quite standard. Xi Jing's handwriting is indeed not bad, and he is indeed an opponent worthy of admiration.

She is not angry at all now.

"Don't talk nonsense, the little thing's handwriting is so cute."

"……"cute? ? ?

Rong Wuye ticked her nose and said, "It's really beautiful. Let's take this painting back and frame it."

Nanhuang was speechless. "What's there to frame?"

"I like it." After saying that, Rong Wuye seemed worried that Nanhuang wouldn't believe it, so he added, "I really like it!"

Nanhuang burst into laughter.

He rolled up the words and took them back, turned off the incandescent lights, and closed the classrooms. Two people are walking on campus.

After all the contradictions were explained smoothly, Nanhuang felt calm and the walk at night felt much sweeter.

"I'm not young, I'm 25. After graduation, I haven't walked such a road for many years." Rong Wuye held her hand and said wistfully, "Walking with you feels very different."

"Yeah." Nanhuang responded.

"You have a game tomorrow. Are you ready?" Rong Wuye asked.

Nanhuang's next competition is a painting competition.

Nanhuang smiled and said, "I've already prepared it."

Rong Wuye curled his lips: "I'm looking forward to it."

It's too late now. If I go back to Xie's house, I'm worried that it will disturb Xie's family.

Rong Wuye took Nanhuang back to the vineyard.

Nanhuang changed into pajamas and sat on the soft bed and turned on her mobile phone. Master Rong Wu was cleaning himself in the bathroom nearby.

Nanhuang casually logged into the International Technology Network and saw the reply from fan Sha Feng.

After reading through them one by one, there was another message that was newly sent.

Sha Feng: Senior Huangtian, can I ask you any questions in the future?

Show time is 10pm.

Nanhuang raised the corners of his lips and smiled, still thinking like a follower.

she replied.

Huangtian: Yeah. Can.

No other content was replied.

In a bedroom of the Mo family, young Mo Shafeng stared at his mobile phone for a long time.

He was not there when Master Huangtian sent a message during the day, causing him to miss the opportunity to chat and meet.

He didn't want to miss the night again.

But he waited and waited but didn't get it.

...Maybe the Great God Huangtian will not be online today.

Mo Shafeng couldn't stand it anymore, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, his phone lit up slightly. In the dark night, a few words popped up on the bright screen of the phone.

"Huang Tian: Yes. Okay."