After wearing a book, I became the mother of a paranoid villain

Chapter 190
Xie Huaijin thought to himself that he couldn't just get confused about a little thing, he needed to clear his head.

Have to find something to divert attention.

So he chose to go back to his study after drinking tea, breathe out quietly, and dipped a pen and ink on the white paper to copy calligraphy.

Mo Shu stared silently at the side.

The young master's calligraphy is still as elegant as ever, it's astonishing, it penetrates the back of the paper, and penetrates three points into wood.

Mo Shu has followed his young master for many years, and he has also cultivated to be able to distinguish Xie Huaijin's emotional changes at the moment from his strokes.

As an excellent subordinate, understanding the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the master is the foundation of life.

It's like the young master usually writes in a leisurely manner, which proves that he is in a happy mood.

And if the notes are scribbled, it means that he is distracted.

After all, writing is like a person, and subtle emotional changes can still be glimpsed from it.

But at this moment, the young master's calligraphy is so sloppy that he can't tell what characters are written. Doesn't this mean that he is in a bad mood and suppressing anger in his heart at the moment?

Mo Shu didn't dare to read more carefully, his life was at stake.

He shrank his neck, dutifully fulfilled his duties as a stake, and resolutely stuck to his post.

less talking, more working.

Xie Huaijin stopped writing suddenly, and the ink dripped from the full tip of the pen onto the white paper, smearing a piece of ink.

He actually wrote the word "Shen Luo" all over the page.

Ridiculous, it is really obsessed!

Feeling ashamed, he couldn't bear to look directly at it, and annoyed, he pulled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground with a slap.

But because the inertia of throwing it too hard, the ball of paper bounced off the ground and flew up, hitting Mo Shu's forehead with a slap.

"Ouch." Mo Shu dared not speak out in anger, rubbed his forehead in a self-conscious unlucky manner, and silently moved to the side.

The young master is such an adult, why is he still throwing papers everywhere.

In Tianshan Academy, Xie Yu took out a round sugar ball from his bulging purse and handed it to Wen Yan, "Here, here you are."

Wen Yan's eyes lit up: "What is this?"

Xie Yu shook his head triumphantly, "This is a new snack made by my mother recently called sugar balls, try it."

Wen Yan took it over, put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully, then twisted it to his mouth, and licked it tentatively.

The sweet smell filled the whole taste buds, he couldn't wait to lick a few more mouthfuls, stared at Xie Yu with a flushed face, and whispered: "It's delicious, Xie Yu, I really envy you, Aunt Shen can make many delicious dishes Yes, and I often cook food in different ways.”

"Well..." Xie Yu also stuffed a sugar ball into his mouth, spitting out the sweet taste, and his mouth immediately salivated. He couldn't help but sip a few more sugar balls, and said inarticulately: "Don't you Wouldn't mother cook something delicious for you?"

Wen Yan was at a loss for words for a while.

There is a regret of lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

"Of course not. My mother also cooks for me." It was hard to swallow.

Xie Yu nodded, "That's right, by the way, Wen Yan, when will you invite me to play at your house?" His voice was soft and waxy, his eyes full of longing, "I also want to taste Aunt Wen's cooking art."

Wen Yan: "." No, you don't want to.

You will regret it if you eat it.

"My mother appreciates her cooking skills. Personal tastes are different, and I'm afraid it won't suit your taste." Wen Yan said tactfully. After all, it's his own mother, and she has to protect her face outside.

Xie Yu was dubious, "I'm not very picky either."

He thought to himself that Wen Yan had been taken care of by Aunt Wen all along, no matter how poor Aunt Wen's cooking skills were, it wouldn't be so hard to swallow, right?

(End of this chapter)