The three married husbands are super favorite

Chapter 354 The Dark Guards Are All Cute 4
Su Wanniang was full of confidence. On the morning of the second day after the design draft was completed, Su Wanniang took the entire design draft together with the hand-drawing Fengyuelou gave her to the town. This is the rule in the industry. The hand map must be returned after she completes the design, and it is impossible for an outsider to hold such a confidential hand map.

If this hand map falls into the hands of others, it is equivalent to getting the map of Fengyue Tower. If there is something different and wants to do something, it will be very easy.

This time, as soon as Su Wanniang knocked on the gate of Fengyue Tower, the servant guarding the gate respectfully invited her in. Instead of going through Hong Fu, she found a girl to lead her directly to Xiyuan.

As soon as I arrived at the Xiyuan, the gurgling sound of the qin lingered in my ears for a long time. As usual, the girl led Su Wanniang to the Xiyuan to send her leave. Su Wanniang followed the zither sound to find Mr. Mei by herself.

Su Wanniang's weight meant that she would not be able to walk lightly, especially in this brook garden full of fallen leaves, so as soon as she approached, Mr. Mei stopped the piano in his hand and looked back at her and smiled at her .

"Mr. Mei's piano is really nice! If Mr. Mei hadn't told me earlier that you are like me, otherwise I would never have thought that Mr. Mei is also from the 21st century!"

Su Wanniang didn't feel restrained at all, she walked over carelessly, raised the design draft in her hand, and said with a smile, "This is my design draft for Fengyuelou, I hope I won't disappoint Mr. Mei!"

When Su Wanniang was talking, Mr. Mei always looked at Su Wanniang with a slight smile, and after she finished speaking, he got up and made a gesture of invitation for Su Wanniang to come into the room to talk.

The two walked side by side, and Mr. Mei left Qin on the stone table in the yard. Naturally, someone would put it away.

As soon as she opened the door, the first thing Su Wanniang saw was Zi Yihou with a stinky face.

"Miss Su is so punctual, ten days is ten days, one day is not early and one day is not late." Zi Yihou snorted, and a yin and yang sentence was regarded as a greeting, and then he strode out of the room with his piano in his arms. The door slammed shut, and within a short while, the sound of Zi Yihou's piano came from the yard outside.

The same guqin can be played by different people, and even the sound of the piano is very different.

Even a layman like Su Wanniang can hear the impetuousness and urgency in Zi Yihou's piano sound.

Su Wanniang didn't pay attention to where Zi Yihou's hostility towards her from the first meeting came from, and then sat where she sat last time, and then propped her head on the table and watched Mr. Mei writes.

"I'll grind the inkstone for Mr. Mei!" Su Wanniang stood up and volunteered to take over the work of grinding the inkstone, saying, "Actually, it's better to be in the 21st century. There are fountain pens, fountain pens, ballpoint pens, and pencils at worst. It’s more practical than a brush!”

Mr. Mei paused slightly, looked up at Su Wanniang, smiled softly, and wrote: "You are short-tempered, and the brush may not be bad. Practicing ancient calligraphy can change your short-temper. It can also cultivate sentiment."

"Cultivate sentiment? Does that mean pretending to be coercive?" Su Wanniang found out that Mr. Mei used simplified characters instead of traditional characters for writing today, probably for the convenience of her literacy.

Her words made Mr. Mei couldn't help laughing, but Mr. Mei's laughter has always been that kind of deep chuckle, or a muffled laugh, but more of a silent smile with the corners of his mouth curled up, probably because he himself is used to being quiet.

But in fact, to Su Wanniang's ears, even though Mr. Mei has lost the ability to speak, his laughter is still nice and magnetic.

In fact, Su Wanniang still feels a little regretful, God always doesn't wait for perfect people, a man like Mr Mei, but he can't speak, it's more sad than dumb.

(End of this chapter)