he first place. "Su Xi's eyes are cold, "you're welcome!"Tang Han cocks up the corners of her mouth, revealing her trademark lovely smile, "Bye-bye!"the woman gradually walked away, and with a click,...Chapter 3465

the desk is full of Buddhist sutras. Such an elegant place is really undignified!

Qiao Bolin pulled her up and said with a smile, "go and read the scriptures, baby!"

Yao Jing frowned, "how about you"

Qiao Bolin laughed, "obviously you did it yourself!"

Yao Jing was angry. "then come and grind the ink for me."

this time Qiao Bolin did not object, but his voice spoiled, "OK, give me Jing to grind ink."

Yao Jing listened to his voice with an aversion to cold.

the man got up and left. Yao Jing's heartbeat was so fierce that she couldn't help turning her head and looking out of the window. Aware of the man's searching eyes, she pretended to get up with nothing.

while he was grinding ink, Yao Jing turned around in his study and found that the books on the shelves dabbled in a wide range of books. There were many national editions of a masterpiece novel, each of which had traces of reading, and the book was affixed with reading notes. The handwriting of

is elegant and elegant, which is consistent with the scripture copied. At first glance, it is Mrs. Qiao's handwriting.

A cursory glance at Yao Jing shows that Mrs. Qiao is proficient in at least five foreign languages.

she sighed more and more. Mrs. Qiao was really a strange woman, and it was a pity to live on this side of the world.

A sense of empathy and sadness came to her mind, and the beauty at the bottom of her heart disappeared instantly.

when Yao Jing put down the book in her hand, Yao Jing turned and saw Qiao Bolin sitting on the desk grinding ink, her skewed body lazy and casual, her long arms symmetrical and powerful, her bony hands holding pieces of ink, elegant and unruly, and unexpectedly very good-looking.

he looks a lot like Mrs. Joe.

Yao Jing went to the desk, laid out the rice paper, flattened it with a paperweight, opened the scriptures, found the place that Mrs. Qiao had copied, and began to choose a brush.

Qiao Bolin looked at her and said with a smile, "it's quite decent!"

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Yao Jing sat upright with a brush in her hand and lowered her eyes and said, "I learned calligraphy with Yao Xinfei."

Qiao Bolin said, "my Jing is so clever. I must have learned better!"

Yao Jing glanced at him and said, "have an eye!"

"sure!"

Qiao Bolin raised his eyebrows.

Yao Jing looked at the proud look on his face and felt numb in her heart. She immediately shuddered and warned herself not to be seduced by him!

instead of talking nonsense to him, Yao Jing dipped in ink and began to read scriptures calmly.

Qiao Bolin went out for a while and came back with a cup of scented tea in Yao's hand. He really couldn't read the scriptures, and he couldn't go back to sleep, so he took a book and sat opposite Yao Jing to read it.

Yao Jing is attentive, Qiao Bolin is tired and lazy.

Qiao Bolin inadvertently looked up and saw the square of the girl sitting opposite, her back straight, her eyes drooping slightly, and the sun sketched from her chin to the tip of her nose.

Qiao Bolin stayed on her face for a few seconds and looked out of the window. The breeze was not dry and the sun was slow. For a moment, he had the illusion that the years were still.

tickled the corners of his lips, and the man continued to turn the book.

they both spent an afternoon in their study. In the evening, Yao Jing copied the rest of the scriptures and stretched herself a lot.

Qiao Bolin came over to squeeze her shoulder, neither light nor heavy, just right, but Yao Jing's back was even stiffer and pushed him away. "Don't touch me, you look tacky!"

Qiao Bolin laughed out loud. "I copied a volume of scriptures and copied them out of the ordinary for you!"

the setting sun shines on Yao Jing's face, like a holy light. Her eyebrows are clear and her eyes are clear. "she really calmed down a lot," she said. "it's very comfortable!"ning's face with a hot towel.Mrs. Li thought Jiang Chen and Qingning had made up again, so she went back to her room full of joy.in the second bedroom, Jiang Chen sat by the bed, wiping Qingning's han...