The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 368 According to the routine (his and her two years 2)

Feng Zhiting had seen her handwriting a long time ago, but he waited until she had finished writing it before saying it, it was disgusting.

The housekeeper didn't expect that the owner would give up such a good seedling because of this kind of problem.

Without Chu Shi, maybe he will never be able to find someone to take over his job in this lifetime.

The butler stepped forward and glanced at the answer sheet on the rosewood table, wanting to see how bad the handwriting at the beginning was so bad that the head of the family loathed it so much.

The owner of the house is indeed a person who likes elegance, although he doesn't look like it at all.

When the butler finished reading, a rare look of surprise appeared on his calm face.

Black ink leaves indelible marks on white paper.

It is like a winding mountain range, high and low; like the sea water by the beach, the tide ebbs and flows; like the sand dunes in the western region, there are all sizes.

Ok.

Just looking at a single word shows the strength of character, and the handwriting is beautiful.

After reading all the characters together, it is a complete ghost painting.

Well, it greatly affects the aesthetics of the owner.

The housekeeper looked at Fu Xiuyao sympathetically, little girl, you just hit the Patriarch's thunder point.

"But the recruitment notice didn't say that calligraphy is required." Fu Xiuyao said flatly.

This man just wanted to find an excuse to drive her away.

"Words are like people."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

"Ridiculous!" Fu Xiuyao narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm called unique. Different fonts reflect my different talents and abilities."

housekeeper:……

"Since you know everything, then why is this word so..." Feng Zhiting didn't want to make his words ugly, so he changed ugly to another word, "Heterogeneous."

Fu Xiuyao picked up the answer sheet on the table and carefully observed her handwriting.

Although her mother has reminded her many times, although Xi Rong kindly pays attention to her calligraphy, although the teacher told her to practice calligraphy well, but she really has no interest in practicing calligraphy anymore, and the teacher who corrects the paper is bothering her.

Moreover, she doesn't think her handwriting is ugly, it's unique and has her unique style.

"Please write something for me to see." Fu Xiuyao didn't know how beautiful the lettering on the envelope was.

The housekeeper thought that the head of the family would ignore it, but Feng Zhiting actually picked up the pen that Fu Xiuyao had written, and wrote four large characters next to her answer.

The word is like its person.

His handwriting is sharp and unrestrained, and every stroke reveals his indifference.

Fu Xiuyao glanced at it, and he still satirized her?
Sure enough, the TV series did not deceive me, and the Bingshan man held a grudge in his heart.

"Your words are similar to mine."

Fu Xiuyao pointed to a few words on the densely packed answer.

Feng Zhiting naturally saw her handwriting, each one of her words was a perfect art, but when viewed together, she couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Take the first ten characters as an example, the first character is written in regular script, the second character is written in Xingkai, the third character becomes cursive script, and at the end, even the thin gold body appears.

According to a rough calculation, she wrote no less than thirty fonts.

"This is the quality that I must master as a fully developed person." Fu Xiuyao defended.

If there is no problem with perception, as long as she writes fast, the font she writes will be completely different from what she thinks in her mind.

She can write every word beautifully, which is already very good.

The butler really wanted to snicker in front of Feng Zhiting.

"Patriarch, I don't think there's any problem with this." The more the butler looked at Fu Xiuyao, the more he liked her. She would be very interesting if there were more Feng family members.

Feng Zhiting was very indifferent, "It's not necessary."

If it wasn't because he was her savior, Fu Xiuyao would have left directly and read love novels with Tang Xiwen.

Tang Xiwen also said that she came here for a man just to fall in love, a romantic love story promised by her body.

She is not so boring.

However, maybe it was because I watched too many TV series with the male protagonist Bingshan when I was young, or because Tang Xiwen and Tang Xiwen read many novels about the domineering president falling in love with me.

It is more likely that the proud heart does not allow itself to be eliminated because of this matter.

She picked up the answer sheet and slowly tore it apart from the middle.

wow.

The paper was torn in half.

"Give me an hour, I can write whatever font you want me to write."

Her brows and eyes instantly became cold, and a cold look floated on her face. She raised her chin slightly, looked at Feng Zhiting without fear, and threw the paper in her hand in front of him.

The housekeeper's eyes lit up, the little girl looked gentle and gentle, she didn't expect to be so domineering.

I like it more and more.

The paper that was divided into two halves slowly fell in front of Feng Zhiting and fell onto the table.

This is really the first time someone has been so bold in front of him after knowing his identity.

"Okay." The voice was as cold as ever, "I'll give you an hour. If the housekeeper says you've passed the test, you can come directly to the Feng family."

After speaking, he stood up and left without looking back.

Fu Xiuyao looked at his tall and stalwart back, but he was tall.

The butler was surprised that the owner didn't let someone kick her out directly. It seems that she is really different.

He turned his head and saw Fu Xiuyao's haughty face showing a smile of success.

It was a smile that was not a smile, and there was a bit of coldness hidden in the beautiful peach blossom eyes.

With her appearance, could it be that the posture just now was just pretending?
Fu Xiuyao sneered in his heart, TV dramas are honestly not deceiving me.

Such an iceberg man likes unruly girls who oppose him, the more he resists, the more he likes them, he likes "women, you are so bold".

Oh man.

She suddenly thought of what her grandfather said back then.

If Feng Zhiting's iceberg melted, she would definitely be very excited.

This perverted desire is still inherited after all.

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It is impossible for words to become beautiful, even in this life.

Fu Xiuyao had specially learned calligraphy, and he could master it in a short period of time, but he couldn't persist.

As long as time goes by, the words will return to their original form, which is mainly related to her brain.

The drugs that Dr. L injected into her had the potential to affect her life.

The housekeeper was very friendly to her, and told her to take her luggage and go to Feng's house without even reading what she wrote.

"Housekeeper, if I'm in Feng's house, what do I usually do?" Taking advantage of the two of them alone, Fu Xiuyao asked the housekeeper who seemed very friendly at first sight.

A shrewd smile flashed across the butler's eyes, and he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "There's nothing to do, it's very leisurely."

"Oh?" Then why so many demands?

"It's enough to endure loneliness, standing or sitting all day."

Fu Xiuyao: ...

Indeed "laid back".

"Are you very interested in the Patriarch?" The housekeeper asked proactively.

Fu Xiuyao nodded, "Tell me, how can I get close to him?"

The butler's slender eyes narrowed slightly, this is really a good question.

"What do you think?" He asked the question.

Fu Xiuyao began to think, according to the routine of the TV series, this kind of man is the girl who likes to fight against him.

The more silly the more I like it.

Icebergs like to be melted by people like fire.

At the beginning, grandpa chased deserted grandma by relying on shamelessness.

If she imitates Grandpa...

Fu Xiuyao put away the black thread all over her head, forget it, she couldn't do it.

"You said that if I do things stupidly, I often make some small mistakes, and then get scolded, but very sunny to make up for the mistakes, will it attract his attention?"

housekeeper:……

The little girl is so naive, where did she learn it?

"Then you may not even have the chance to meet the Patriarch."

During the conversation between the two, they had arrived at Feng's villa before they knew it.

Fu Xiu looked at the brand-new luxury villa from afar, looking monotonous yet extravagant.

The exterior of the villa is stylish, but the interior looks out of place.

Too simple, not that kind of minimalist art, just simple less things.

It looks a bit obtrusive.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Fu Xiuyao standing still, the housekeeper asked in surprise.

"May I arrange the clothes here?"

The butler smiled and nodded, "Naturally."

Fu Xiuyao began to conceive the configuration and placement of the furniture in his mind. It stands to reason that Feng Zhiting likes a simple style, mainly in black and white tones, and ink paintings can be used for decoration...

Thinking while walking, Fu Xiuyao didn't remember the problem between her and the housekeeper until she was brought to her room.

"Uncle Steward, so what should I do to get closer to the Patriarch?"

"Is that why you want to get close to him?"

Fu Xiuyao nodded, "Yes."

The eyes under the lens flickered slightly, and the butler smiled and said, "Just show your true self."

trueself?
Fu Xiuyao lowered his eyes and thought, what kind of her is the real one?
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To attract Feng Zhiting's attention, one must first be different.

To give him a "woman, you will really surprise me" feeling.

The decorations in the living room were all updated, the three meals a day were designed differently, and even the flowers and plants in the back garden were growing healthily. The three brothers from the Chu family who lived together applauded, but Feng Zhiting turned a blind eye.

Except for three meals, Feng Zhiting would come out for a while, most of the time he was in the study.

The study room seemed to be a restricted area of ​​the Feng family.

She has not yet qualified to enter the study.

It had been two months since she came to Feng's house, and she was already bored to the point of mold.

How can there be such a boring place?It's more boring than doing experiments.

In short, during this period of time, she has designed many costumes and sent them to ov-love, which greatly excited them.

However, according to her observation, Feng Zhiting came to the restaurant for dinner at [-]:[-] in the morning, and the housekeeper brought tea and teapots into the study at [-]:[-].

Drinking tea and reading a book is an elegant life.

One morning, Fu Xiuyao took the initiative to attack.

"Butler, how about I make tea?"

The housekeeper gave her the things in his hand very neatly, and told her the precautions.

When Fu Xiuyao took the tea leaves, he suddenly had a feeling of what I had been doing for the past two months.

She knew now that the butler was on her side unconditionally.

After knocking on the door lightly, she opened the mysterious study room and sniffed a sober fragrance in the air. The simple and simple dress made her feel like a home of literati a hundred years ago.

Feng Zhiting didn't look up, but he could tell from the sound of footsteps that the person who came was not the butler.

"In the beginning."

Her name was called out in a low voice, which was pleasant.

"Homeowner."

Fu Xiuyao noticed that he was not angry, and confessed his intention, "I'm here to make tea for you today."

Feng Zhiting did not respond, looking at a foreign language book on the table.

Fu Xiuyao put down the tea leaves and went to prepare boiling water.

The fragrance of tea permeates the air, blending with the fragrance, making it more intense.

She was thinking about whether she should be more clumsy and attract the attention of this person who has never looked at her.

For example, if you accidentally burn your hand.

No, according to her feeling, that would be fatal.

Then iron Feng Zhiting's clothes.

This is possible, but the chances of being driven away are higher.

The housekeeper's words suddenly appeared in his mind, be true to yourself.

What is her reality like?
The tea had already been brewed, and Fu Xiuyao poured the hot tea into Feng Zhiting's exclusive teacup, steaming hot.

Carefully holding the teacup, just as he walked to his side, Feng Zhiting suddenly tilted his head, and his sharp phoenix eyes came straight into her line of sight.

The tea in the cup swayed slightly, but did not overflow.

This unexpected turn of the head really startled her.

"Put it down." He said lightly.

Fu Xiuyao carefully put down the teacup. For some reason, the gaze of the man next to him made him nervous.

It seems that she has malicious intentions and is waiting for her to show her feet.

When the teacup was placed on the table, Feng Zhiting said again: "You drink it."

Fu Xiuyao:?

Are you suspecting me of poisoning?

Didn't you realize that I did the three meals you carefully prepared every day without repetition?

He complained a lot in his heart, but Fu Xiuyao was very cooperative, "Yes."

Picking up the teacup carefully, the hot air burst into the nose.

very hot.

Fu Xiuyao frowned slightly, if she drank it, her disordered nerves would make her feel hotter.

"It's a little hot." She put down the cup, and suddenly, she thought of something.

Didn't Feng Zhiting drink this cup?

She still hates it.

Just because he was thinking of other things, when the cup touched the table, Fu Xiuyao shook his fingertips slightly, and his sensitive ring finger touched the wall of the teacup, and the hot feeling from the fingertips quickly spread to his brain, which was several times higher than normal.

The body reacted faster than the brain, she quickly withdrew her hands, and was about to take a few steps back, but her body was out of control, and she slammed into Feng Zhiting to the side.

Feng Zhiting also didn't expect her to be like this, her breath rushed towards his face, he turned to look at her, but now she bumped him directly, pushing his body backward.

He was lying on the chair with his waist down, his head was very close to the ground, and his abdomen was still pressing on her.

Ambiguous posture.

The scene of the hero and heroine inadvertently colliding in the TV series quickly flashed through Fu Xiuyao's mind.

Logically speaking, she should talk to Feng Zhiting.

But if this is the case, with this posture, Feng Zhiting's waist will be broken.

Or, she should yell "Ah!"

In short, just can't stand up quickly.

Stupid, little white rabbit.

Slow motion, eye to eye.

But Steward said, be true to yourself.

The corners of her mouth were raised slightly, Feng Zhiting's waist strength was excellent, he sat up straight, just in time to meet her pair of smiling eyes.

Sure enough, there was a conspiracy, Feng Zhiting thought so.

He was about to coldly tell her to leave, but in the next second, her slightly hot fingertips pressed against his chin, and her slender fingers raised his chin slightly, making him meet a pair of gentle and sly eyes

She sat on his lap, her red lips parted slightly, and she spoke soft words.

"Little beauty, do you like it?"

Feng Zhiting: ...

My heart felt like it was electrocuted.

It seemed to be teased by her again, and my heart itched slightly.

The seductive peach blossom eyes made him lose his mind for a moment, but when he realized it, he stretched out his arms and hugged her, with a cold look in his eyes, he stood up sharply, and said in a cold voice, "Don't come again."

Fu Xiuyao gave a low smile, picked up the teacup from the table, pressed his red lips to the edge, and took a sip to drink, his eyes slightly raised, with all sorts of amorous feelings.

"Okay, beauty."

Seeing this seductive scene, Feng Zhiting's ears burned slightly, he turned his head and walked away.

Fu Xiuyao looked at the back of him who seemed to be running away in a hurry, and sneered in his heart.

TV shows don't lie to me.

Such people are people who like to be different.

She sat on a chair, sipped tea, and returned to her true self.

Wait, this teacup...

Fortunately, she just scalded it with boiling water.

　Fu Xiuyao: On how to develop your own style in routines.

　　Feng Zhiting: Oh, it really is malicious.

　　Butler: I am the strongest assist.

　　Tomorrow is still the story of these two guys~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)