Dressed as a cat in the arms of a paranoid grandfather

Chapter 22 Sudden Inferiority
"Little Mengmeng, we are home."

Looking at Gu Mengmeng's eyes, Bo Zhenguo cried out inwardly.

"My dear, what Yeqing said is true, this little female cat is very human."

I actually saw shock in her eyes, it was unbelievable, and there was a faint sense of inferiority in the deepest part of her eyes.

"Xiao Mengmeng doesn't need to feel inferior, as long as you want, you can live here with grandpa forever."

Bo Zhenguo began to coax Xiaomengmeng carefully.

"Meow!"

Mommy!
Mr. Bo has become a genius, and he hasn't said anything yet. How did he know that he has low self-esteem!
"Meow meow!"

no no no!

Whoever wants to stay with you, an old man, a beautiful girl like myself should stay by the side of the magnificent Lord Qing, okay?
Since Xiao Mengmeng came back, the servants of the old house watched Bo Zhenguo's calm demeanor gradually become joyful.

The hand that once ruled life and death, pointed the country, and stroked the furry body of the little female cat.

The voice that used to kill the cold-blooded is trying to lure the little female cat to eat more.

Even the master who once allowed others to snore when the emperor collapsed, let the little female cat jump up and down.

The servant who has been tortured for two days now has a different understanding of the cat species.

In an instant, all the hatred gathered on the middle-aged uncle Chen Song.

Gu Mengmeng has adjusted her mentality at this moment, and she is very happy playing with Bo Zhenguo.

When we met for the first time, I thought he was a serious old man. Unexpectedly, under the cold appearance, there is a lovely soul.

In the study

Gu Mengmeng squatted on the desk
Looking at the four treasures of the study in front of him, brushes, ink, paper and inkstones, spread out on the desk.

"Little Mengmeng, I'll show you off today."

"Meow."

Gu Mengmeng agreed perfunctorily. People often say that showing off is a delicious meal.

How did it become a strong literary atmosphere when I came to the old man's place?

I saw the old man waved his hand, his breath sank to his dantian, his gaze was steady and steady.

With a strong wrist, the brush strokes on the snow-white rice paper are like flying.

About a quarter of an hour later, the drowsy Gu Mengmeng was shaken awake by the old man.

"Little Mengmeng, get up quickly and look at my handwriting, how about it?"

The expression was very proud, she put her waist down, waiting for the little female cat to fall into her arms, acting coquettishly, to please her.

"Meow meow meow!"

Gu Mengmeng was very cooperative on the surface, but she was muttering inwardly.

The old man's handwriting is wild cursive, and "Qinyuanchun. Snow" is written superbly.

Especially the last two sentences reveal Bo Zhenguo's ambition to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger when he was young, and his reckless youthful arrogance.

In all fairness, Bo Zhenguo's handwriting is impeccable.

Wild grass has three characteristics, one is madness, the other is strange, and the third is fear.

Bo Zhenguo's calligraphy is coherent and consistent. In the early years, he has been in the army with gold and iron horses throughout his life, and his writing has a feeling of being pressed against the top of the rock, which can retreat from the edge of a sharp sword.

It is only a pity that there is a lack of sense of unpredictability.

Xu Shi is already old, and his natural and calm aura suppresses the trend of his writing.

Ignoring this point, Mr. Bo's handwriting has reached its peak.

"Hahaha, you little female cat, you are especially good at pleasing people."

Bo Zhenguo laughed loudly. Although Xiaomengmeng's approval was obtained, he always felt that he was not satisfied.

Where did my good grandson get such a good little female cat.

Like a child, she is still a soft and cute girl.

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(End of this chapter)