The rich woman likes you, not just because you are handsome.
It looks good, and it needs to be easy to use.
It is quite difficult to eat soft rice from one family, let alone eat several.
Now several rich women are gathered together to inspect the goods.
Are you big, thick or thin?
If you don’t show some real skills, how can you trick this sky-green porcelain inkstone?
That's right, when Su Mu saw this beautiful inkstone, he even thought about the orientation of his study.
How should I put this baby on it?
Direction, height.
Walking to the desk, closing his eyes and pondering for three seconds.
Then when you open your eyes.
Everyone seemed to have a flash in front of them.
Su Mu's aura was different.
Ning Erxian was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he grabbed the hands of the people around him, unable to control himself:
"He's here, he's here."
But the next moment, he found out that he had caught the wrong person.
On his right is his wife Yan Yuqin, and on the left is...Mo Ruhai's wife Chu Anyi.
Chu Anyi was caught in pain and struggled for several consecutive times before she got rid of it.
She was so angry that her face turned bloody and glared at Ning Erxian fiercely.
Ning Erxian made a mistake and almost found a crack in the ground to get into it.
A bad fate.
When he was young, he and Mo Ruhai fell in love with Chu Anyi at the same time, and the two almost didn't make a duel back then.
In the end, he lost to Mo Ruhai.
Fortunately, Mo Ruhai looked at Su Mu with all his attention and did not notice the change in the expression of the wife beside him.
But Yan Yuqin had no interest in calligraphy.
Usually, Ning Erxian always writes at home, and she almost needs to read it and give birth to a little brother for Ning Yan.
Moreover, she knew that Chu Anyi was Ning Erxian's first love back then, but she kept paying attention to it.
Unexpectedly, I caught a current situation.
Yan Yuqin is so angry.
Her face turned green on the spot.
Ning Erxian felt that he suddenly fell into hell.
The unforgettable pain came from his waist, which made the expression on his face quite exciting.
But he didn't dare to make any sound.
At this moment, Professor Ning University's admiration for his son-in-law Su Mu reached an unprecedented peak.
A virtuous son-in-law.
Teach me how you can do it...with ease?
This is a science.
profound.
Su Mu used a lot of skills this time.
He had reached a level of great ingenuity.
It was not that he showed his strength in front of Mr. Ning before, but that he was natural and like a rough jade.
A hint of surprise flashed across Zhu Jianshen's face.
This kid is hidden from the bottom of his life.
Ning Qingyuan's face changed.
A huge change.
He is a master and knows the true meaning of calligraphy.
Su Mu's aura had reached a perfect level that he could not understand.
Hidden your weakness.
The true master.
Su Mu grabbed a purple pen, dipped it in ink, and then walked around like a dragon and a snake on the huge gold-edged rice paper.
Lines of running script appeared on rice paper.
He wrote the story of Peach Blossom Spring.
Mo Ruhai, Chen Jinhong and Chu Legong all have high attainments in calligraphy, and Ning Erxian is a well-known calligrapher.
Everyone.
Stupid.
Ning Qingyuan was even more shocked.
artistic conception!
Artistic conception!
He opened his mouth wide in shock and could not close it for a long time.
How does that feel?
Just like when the scenery in front of you changes, and when you read these words, you will feel like a paradise like a fairyland appears in front of you, and they are in it, feeling at ease.
This is the highest level of calligraphy - artistic conception!
Ning Qingyuan has seen Su Mu write on the spot.
Even at Dongyang University, he admitted that Su Mu's calligraphy is the master, and at least he can't compare with the artistic conception.
This kid.
Haven't seen each other for a few days?
wrong.
Last time, this kid deliberately hid his true calligraphy skills.
Zhu Jianshen was also stunned.
He directly inserted the cigarette puddle pot into his waist, then rushed up, stared at the words in front of him, and suddenly shouted:
"Brother, come."
Zhu Yi walked in from the door.
Ning Qingyuan shouted:
"Zhu Jianshen, what are you going to do?"
Zhu Jianshen's eyes shone with dangerous light like a hungry wolf. He opened his hands and shouted directly regardless of the Mediterranean hairstyle:
"This is the words written by my grandson-in-law. I want to frame them and hang them in the study."
Ning Qingyuan was furious:
"You are shameless. Su Mu is not your grandson-in-law alone. Everyone has a share."
Zhu Jianshen snorted:
"If you have the ability, you can bring him to your house to write. This is my house. The pen, ink, paper and ink are mine. Lao Ning, don't even think about taking it away."
All the onlookers were stupid.
Is it worth it for a piece of calligraphy?
Of course I know, it's worth it.
Too worth it.
Yan Yuqin has long been unable to care about her husband.
She stared at the words on the table, and thoughts were quickly rotating in her head.
Don't spread this character.
Otherwise, it will mess up the market price.
I guess my husband and father, the world's number one calligraphy master, would be out of control.
It will even affect the price of Master Ning's calligraphy and painting works today.
Maybe it will be a plunge or something.
Then I will lose a lot of money by my own auction house.
But Yan Yuqin suddenly thought that Su Mu was his son-in-law.
If you lose one father-in-law, you will lose it. Anyway, my husband has been fishing for three days and two days in recent years. If you want to ask him to write a picture of it, it will take a long time to do it.
It's better to be a son-in-law.
Besides, the word "son-in-law" is even more valuable.
Yan Yuqin seemed to see mountains of gold waving to him.
Chen Jinhong and Mo Ruhai, when they looked at Su Mu again, their eyes were full of stars.
Of course, they are not interested in money.
Chen Jinhong walked over so excitedly that he grabbed Su Mu's hand.
Su Mu had goose bumps all over his body:
"That uncle, you...!"
"Son-in-law, how did you practice calligraphy? Who do you learn from? I'll take you as your teacher? Master is here..."
Wei Baiqing was hanging on the side and couldn't spew out an old blood.
She was simply ashamed.
The father-in-law wants to kowtow to his son-in-law and become a disciple?
What should I do in the future?
Should I call myself a son-in-law? Or a master?
Otherwise, call me a master and son-in-law?
Yan Yuqin, who had just been frustrated on her, suddenly looked at her with a smile.
Wei Baiqing even wanted to rush forward, and grabbed her husband and beat him up.
She was so angry.
But with so many people, she couldn't show it, so she could only secretly bit her teeth all over her mouth.
Su Mu was also shocked by the sudden appearance of this sentence.
He wanted to pull out his hand a little embarrassedly, but he didn't expect Chen Jinhong to grab it tightly.
"Uncle, I just wrote it casually."
Ning Qingyuan's chin almost fell off.
He wanted to grab the inkstone on the table and smash it hard on the kid's head.
You write by the way?
You have ruined my job, but are you just writing it casually?
What do you think you are serious?
Chen Jinhong looked at Su Mu, his eyes were so scary.
"Son-in-law, you...a great talent, I won't become a disciple anymore. Why not... let's make a good friend to Jinlan."
"Puff."
Chu Anyi couldn't help laughing first.
Yan Yuqin wouldn't be polite, she smiled so arrogantly.