Chapter 43 Do you want to copy my handwriting?

The two of them walked to the study together. Zhan Lingfeng could see Gu Nanyan by his side with a slight glance.

She walked very elegantly, with a calm and indifferent look. She seemed to glow, making people unable to help but look at her.

Zhan Lingfeng was a very calm person, even a little cold in his bones, but he lost his composure in front of Gu Nanyan. Even at this moment, he clearly realized that he couldn't keep staring at her like this.

But he just couldn't help it.

When they arrived at the study, Zhan Lingfeng spoke first: "What kind of handwriting do you like to practice on weekdays?"

He wanted to take the initiative back.

It is instinctive for males to show their excellence in front of females.

"Regular script."

Gu Nanyan likes regular script because "its shape is square, the strokes are straight, and it can be used as a model." She has to remind herself all the time that she can't ignore the country because of her own selfishness. She wants to be a model for Daqi.

Zhan Lingfeng misunderstood and thought that Gu Nanyan had just learned calligraphy. Most people start learning calligraphy from regular script.

For a high-level player like Zhan Lingfeng, regular script is easy and comes easily.

Walking straight to the desk, Zhan Lingfeng took a piece of white paper and silently wrote a Yueyang Tower Record on it.

He was going to give this Yueyang Tower Record to Gu Nanyan as a copybook.

Thinking about Gu Nanyan copying his handwriting in the same handwriting as him in the future, Zhan Lingfeng felt an inexplicable restlessness

in his heart. Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, Zhan Lingfeng was about to give the calligraphy to Gu Nanyan when he suddenly felt doubtful.

No, he had read Gu Nanyan's information. This woman was eager for quick success and her methods were clumsy. She was not the kind of person who could calm down and practice calligraphy.

Moreover, the information did not say that she was good at calligraphy.

In this case, why did she say that she liked calligraphy?

Could it be that...

Zhan Lingfeng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he thought of a possibility -

was Gu Nanyan trying to please him? Did she say that she liked calligraphy because he liked calligraphy?

Thinking of this, Zhan Lingfeng turned his head and looked straight at her, "Why do you like calligraphy?"

Gu Nanyan was looking at the words written by Zhan Lingfeng. Well, the handwriting was good, but it lacked some strength. Just when she was about to give some pointers, she heard Zhan Lingfeng's question.

If you like it, then you like it. What else could there be?

She raised her eyes and glanced at Zhan Lingfeng. Her light eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Zhan Lingfeng's heart.

With just one glance, Gu Nanyan could see the eagerness and expectation hidden deep in Zhan Lingfeng's eyes.

What is he anxious about, and what is he looking forward to?

If it were someone else, Gu Nanyan would not want to pay attention at all. She didn't care what others thought.

But Zhan Lingfeng was different. He was her son-in-law, her man.

Of course, you have to pamper your own man.

Gu Nanyan lowered her eyes slightly, and her voice softened: "Guess what?"

Zhan Lingfeng's heartbeat accelerated, and he subconsciously said: "Because I like calligraphy, you like calligraphy."

Gu Nanyan: "..."

Her man is a little narcissistic.

Although a little narcissistic, he still has to be spoiled.

Gu Nanyan nodded: "Just as you said."

After getting a positive answer, Zhan Lingfeng's eyes seemed to have fireworks blooming, and a joy that had never appeared before instantly swept through his body, and his heart seemed to jump out.

At this moment, he forgot everything, and only saw Gu Nanyan in his eyes.

This feeling is too strange and too strong, like a tsunami.

Zhan Lingfeng couldn't tell what this feeling was. Just when he was about to distinguish it carefully, Zhan's mother appeared and interrupted everything.

Zhan's mother led Ruirui over.

When Ruirui saw Gu Nanyan, he rushed over immediately, grabbed Gu Nanyan with his little hands, tilted his head and blinked at her.

"Ruirui, do you miss your aunt?" Gu Nanyan nodded the little boy's forehead.

Ruirui still had no expression on his face, but his blinking eyes made people feel his joy. Zhan's

mother walked up to him and said with a smile, "Rui Rui has been clamoring to go out. No matter how you stop him, he has to come to see you."

When she walked to the desk and saw the Yueyang Lou Ji on it, Zhan's mother was stunned and said, "Who wrote this? It's so bad?"

After that, Zhan's mother found a piece of calligraphy written by Gu Nanyan from the side and placed it next to the Yueyang Lou Ji calligraphy. When the two were compared, the difference was obvious.

Zhan Lingfeng looked at Gu Nanyan in disbelief, and stuttered, "Did you write this?"

Before Gu Nanyan could say anything, Zhan's mother rushed to ask, "If not Yanyan, who else could it be? Yanyan's handwriting is so beautiful, Yanyan, give me a few of your handwriting, I'll take them back as copybooks."

"Okay." Gu Nanyan nodded.

With Gu Nanyan's approval, Zhan's mother picked out a few pieces of calligraphy.

Zhan Lingfeng stood by and read them one by one. The words on them were magnificent, yet restrained and introverted, and neat and tidy, much better than what he wrote.

His copy of Yueyang Louji was placed aside, and it was made to look like the handwriting of an elementary school student.

Zhan Lingfeng's ears turned red, thinking of how he had boasted to Gu Nanyan before, and even said that he would use the calligraphy as a model for her, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He raised his hand to take the calligraphy he had written and wanted to throw it away.

But Gu Nanyan took it away first.

She put it away solemnly and said to Zhan's mother seriously: "Mom, I like this calligraphy very much, it's not bad."

Zhan Lingfeng's ears turned even redder.

Zhan's mother was old and shrewd. Her eyes turned back and forth between Zhan Lingfeng and Gu Nanyan, and she immediately understood.

She laughed: "Yes, it's not bad, it's not bad."

"Let's go." Zhan's mother leaned over and picked up little Ruirui, "Grandma will take you back to write, okay?"

Little Ruirui didn't want to leave yet, Gu Nanyan touched his head soothingly.

Little Ruirui immediately followed his mother Zhan obediently and left.

There were only two of them left in the room.

Zhan Lingfeng was too embarrassed to speak after losing face twice in front of Gu Nanyan. After a long time, he calmed down and said, "Your calligraphy is so good, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You didn't ask me?"

Zhan Lingfeng: "...Then why, why did you say that you like calligraphy because of me?"

Gu Nanyan did not answer Zhan Lingfeng's words, but asked back: "Are you happy when I said that?"

Zhan Lingfeng coughed softly, feeling a little embarrassed, but finally told the truth: "Happy."

Gu Nanyan nodded: "I hope you are happy."

Zhan Lingfeng: "..."

This time, even his neck was red, along the collar of his shirt, spreading down, and his whole body was red.

This woman, really, really...

Zhan Lingfeng couldn't find a suitable adjective, and he had never seen a woman like Gu Nanyan.

This powerful business tycoon was at a loss for the first time, and couldn't even speak.

Gu Nanyan didn't approach Zhan Lingfeng, nor did she speak. Instead, she walked to the desk, picked up a pen, and rewrote a Yueyanglouji.

Then, she turned her head to look at Zhan Lingfeng and asked him: "Do you want to copy my calligraphy?"