Master Fu’s Ace Wife

Chapter 26 - Since you are a smart person, Naturally you will not be stupid

 The summer nights come so unnoticed that the sky is considered dark by seven o'clock in the evening.

The entire area of the Nan Residence has street lights installed on every road for lighting, along with hanging lanterns in front of each yard.

The bodyguard had already set dinner on the table. After all, he was someone who had been with Fu Yuxiu for so many years and knew when to speak and when not to speak.

The young master likes people to be quiet, especially at times like this and he stepped out of the door with the tray just in time to bump into the returning man.

"Young master, I'll go down first." Fei Ran looked back at the girl standing behind the table writing in the room.

At times like this, the young master certainly does not want to be disturbed.

The man entered the living room and saw the young girl who was writing carefully.

The girl behind the table looked down. Wen Li is wearing a gray patchwork shirt, blue denim pants, and simple pedal shoes.

Her half-length hair is now also tied up and strands of broken hair hang down in front of her forehead, her eyebrows are lowered, her light pink lips are lightly pursed, and she looked serious.

The man walked over slowly with one hand in his pants pocket and saw the writing on the paper before he got close to the table.

He stopped walking, his phoenix eyes slightly moved sideways, and saw a clump of pinched-up paper in the trash can next to her.

This is the best writing paper, purely handmade, but this little girl just wasted them.

"Your words ......" Fu Yuxiu narrowed his eyes and did not make further comments, but Wen Li heard the meaning in his words.

She stopped writing and looked at her work very carefully.

To be honest, she has never touched calligraphy, which helps people calm down, but she is not impatient, so the writing is still smooth.

Seeing her somewhat confused look, the man's eyes were dark, and he went around the table to stand beside her.

"The posture of holding the brush is wrong." As he spoke he had half encircled the person in his arms, and with both hands, he began to correct her brush grip, "Like this, with your thumb on here."

Wen Li this person has a virtue, it is that when she begins to take interest in something, she certainly needs to start to return to the root of the matter.

This time she is just in the mood, her own writing is not good, here comes a know-it-all, she does not have to steal from the master to learn the art.

This man is very tall, this is what Wen Li knows. A height of one meter and nine behind her is one meter and seventy-five, which indeed, makes her feel some pressure.

Fu Yuxiu lowered his head, hot breath fell on the girl's white neck, "A stroke by stroke to form its own faction, the fall of the pen should be stable, not shaking."

The man's palm just held the girl's in the palm, his left hand propped up on the edge of the table, the white as jade writing paper was stained with ink, thick but not muddy.

Wen Li, along with his movements, saw the handwriting appear vividly on paper, unyielding and harmonious, flowing smoothly not quite the same as her writing.

"Look." Fu Yuxiu lowered his head and the breath between his nose just happened to spill impartially on her ears.

Wen Li is stunned, looking at the large word "patience" on the paper.

The two can be said to be tightly close together at this moment, with her back against the man's chest, the warmth of their skin passing through the two layers of fabric.

He held Wen Li's hand that is holding the pen with one hand, propped up on the edge of the table with the other, just enough to circle the girl in his arms.

Wen Li just reacted when the man released his grip on her hand and retreated to the side.

"You write one and I'll look."

It's as if the intimacy just now was just an unintentional act on his part.

But it always feels like something is not quite right.

Wen Li took the paper again and spread it out and began to write according to what Fu Yuxiu had just taught her, stroke by stroke.

Seeing her movements, Fu Yuxiu was satisfied, very serious and obedient.

"How?"

After struggling to write a word, Wen Li raised her eyes to ask a question, her eyes faintly flickering, as if there is a certain expectation.

Seeing her look, the smile on the corners of the man's lips grew thicker and thicker, and his long, slender index finger bent and lifted, gently hooking over the black ink stained on her cheeks.

"It's great, it's amazing."

It was exaggerated, more or less with some personal color in it.

Wen Li dropped the brush, tilted her head, and looked at it for a long time, she personally felt that she still liked this word.

"But why did you write a word of "patience"?"

This person's nature does not seem to be related to the word.

The bottom of Fu Yuxiu's eyes were dark, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "You don't understand."

It's not too late to wait until she knows.

Wen Li raised her hand and hung the brush back on the brush holder with a big smile. "I'm hungry."

"Go eat first." Fu Yuxiu reached out and put away her written handwriting.

The houses in this whole small courtyard are almost universal. From the living room where two people write, you can walk through a long corridor again to the dining room.

The whole courtyard decoration style is a continuation of the previous furnishings based on modern changes, so this courtyard with glass elements is quite a lot.

The round wooden table was already full of dinner, worthy of the chef of the Nan family, and the delicate presentation of the stacks of dishes was close to catching up with works of art.

Wen Li did not hesitate to take a seat and then grabbed chopsticks and started to eat.

Fu Yuxiu unhurriedly settled down opposite her, watching the young girl eat while slowly and methodically pouring himself a cup of tea.

"It looks like you are quite interested in calligraphy, how about this, you come over every week from now on and I will teach you how to write."

Wen Li bit the pork meatballs and looked at him, this proposal is also good.

Writing is indeed calming, and the thoughts in her head that were chaotic are being straightened out one by one.

Pretty good.

"Yes." Wen Li nodded her head and answered.

It's kind of become a done deal.

Fu Yuxiu looked at the little girl and adhered himself to refill her cup with orange juice. "Do you trust me so much that you're not afraid that I'm a bad person?"

"The fact that you can find me to cure you shows that you have a pair of wise eyes and know how to recognize people." The chopsticks in Wen Li's hand reached over toward the sweet and sour fish in front of him and pinched the fish's eyes out with precision.

"Since you know how to read people, you certainly won't be stupid."

Fu Yuxiu nodded and gave her the whole fish head into her bowl, conversations with smart people are never tiring.

Since you can see it at a glance, naturally there will be no more intrigues.

There is a kind of person, you can see clearly at a glance, but there are only a few such people in a lifetime.

Looking at the way she ate, Fu Yuxiu seemed to have crossed decades, and a petite shadow flashed in his eyes.

"How's it going at the Mu family?" He suddenly opened his mouth.

As if they were old friends who had known each other for several years, what came out of their mouths was a well-deserved concern.

Wen Li's hand holding chopsticks for a meal, raised his eyes to stare at him, under the four eyes, is the man's cloudy smile.