Gu Fuju often entertains guests in the study, and Yaoyao has long been accustomed to it.
She was planning to go to Jiashan, but she caught a glimpse of Wei Zhao out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes flashed, and she thought of something.
Yaoyao couldn't help but sit next to Gu Fuju and stared at Wei Zhao.
Gu Fuju introduced her: "This is your brother Wei. He is Daddy's favorite student."
Yaoyao rarely did not perfunctory, curved her eyebrows and called sweetly.
"Brother Wei."
Wei Zhao paused in playing chess: "Yeah."
Gu Fuju continued to talk to Wei Zhao seriously.
"How old are you? Don't think too much. You will make yourself sick."
Wei Zhao: "Yes."
Gu Fuju: "By the way..."
Wei Zhao thought he had something to tell her, but he saw Gu Fuju raised his hand to straighten the crooked pearl flower in the girl's hair. That was not enough, he wiped her hands, handed her the snacks on the coffee table in front, and added more water for fear that the girl would choke.
Wei Zhao: ...
Yaoyao took a bite and frowned, "It's not as delicious as last time."
"Maybe it's cold and has been left for too long. Dad asked someone to make it again."
"Forget it, I can make do."
Wei Zhao: ...
Gu Fuju smiled and said to Wei Zhao, "This child is sensible. He doesn't want to trouble me."
Wei Zhao: ...
As long as you are happy.
Wei Zhao just felt that Yaoyao had a lot of things to do.
It was troublesome to look at.
He didn't understand how the master could be so happy.
Wei Zhao put himself in her shoes. If it was his daughter, he would definitely not have the patience.
Yes, at this time, he put himself in the shoes of Yaoyao's father, and never put himself in the shoes of his wife.
"Master."
Uncle Yan knocked on the door of the study.
"Lord Lu came to ask about the ancient books you edited before?"
Lu Huaizhang came to ask every now and then.
Without waiting for Gu Fuju to speak, Wei Zhao stood up: "The student will leave."
Gu Fuju: "I told you to stay for dinner. You sit down, I'll be back soon."
Wei Zhao chuckled: "Yes." As soon as
he left.
Wei Zhao and Yaoyao stared at each other.
Wei Zhao: "You're not leaving?" Yaoyao
continued sweetly: "I'll accompany Brother Wei."
Wei Zhao didn't know at this time that she was always sweet-mouthed and even had bad intentions.
Wei Zhao was in a very dull mood, looking down at the chessboard, his jade-like fingertips groping for the red jade chess piece. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk to Yaoyao.
Yaoyao: "How old is Brother Wei now?"
Wei Zhao didn't want to pay attention.
Yaoyao: "Most of the classmates in the girls' school secretly want to marry you."
Wei Zhao had a blank expression.
He was a little annoyed. He
should have left earlier.
There were so many girls who rushed to show their affection to him over the years.
He was very worried, and so was Yaoyao.
After all, she was the daughter of his mentor. If he refused without leaving any face, Wei Zhao was worried that he would become estranged from Gu Fuju.
Wei Zhao said calmly: "Miss Gu should focus on her studies."
Yaoyao held her chin and looked at him with bright eyes: "I still want to give you a little attention."
Wei Zhao had no expression.
As expected.
He used his last bit of patience to say: "You are still young, you shouldn't have thoughts..."
Yaoyao: "Listen to me."
She said to herself: "The prince is a man of both literary and military skills. I can't see anything wrong with his whole body, even his hair. It's inevitable that they have thoughts that they shouldn't have."
"But this has tarnished you."
She seemed to be complaining to Wei Zhao, and slammed the table: "Can you have it just because anyone wants it?"
Wei Zhao:...
Why are you... so excited?
However, as long as she doesn't have any thoughts about him, everything will be fine.
He was relieved and squinted his eyes, leaning back, wanting to hear what she would say next.
Yaoyao: "You are a rare talent. I can't cut it into pieces and give everyone a taste."
"Isn't it?"
Wei Zhao: ...
Quite ... novel.
Yaoyao: "I have been reading your articles these days. Your writing is brilliant and every word is a gem. I really admire you."
Wei Zhao was a little bit unconvinced.
He had no time to write articles recently, so naturally he couldn't use them for teaching in the girls' school.
As for... Yaoyao, it was impossible for her to read what he had written before.
Wei Zhao: "Really?"
Yaoyao was about to nod when he heard him ask slowly.
"Then tell me, what did I write?"
Wei Zhao: "You have a good memory, why don't you recite a paragraph for me."
Yaoyao:...
She was silent.
"I think..."
"As a man, you shouldn't be too serious."
Wei Zhao:...
Well, it's his fault.
Yaoyao began to praise him in different ways again.
"I heard that you are very kind."
"Last time you met an injured dog on the road, you took it to the clinic for treatment."
Wei Zhao:?
"You heard wrong."
He had never done such a thing.
Life and death are decided by fate, and Wei Zhao didn't think he would intervene if he encountered it.
Yaoyao knew it of course.
Because she made it up.
What can she do?
She is not familiar with Wei Zhao.
Yaoyao turned around and said, "You are very helpful. No matter whether the request is reasonable or unreasonable, you are willing to lend a hand."
Wei Zhao curled the corner of his lips: "I don't have that kind of character."
Yaoyao said that she heard it, but it could be ignored.
She even took out a paper flower and put it in front of Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao didn't ask or say anything, just watched her performance quietly.
Yaoyao: "I folded it specially for you."
Wei Zhao was silent.
If he still couldn't see what she was thinking, he would have lived in vain.
Yaoyao said softly: "I don't mean anything else, I just think this flower suits you." She
praised and coaxed.
She felt that the time was about right.
She hugged her right arm: "It's just my hand, it's not so good recently."
Wei Zhao said lightly: "When you knocked on the table just now, it was fine."
Yaoyao was very calm, and in front of him, she changed to hugging her left arm. The tone was helpless: "The teacher punished me to copy books."
There were so many things that she was really going to vomit.
"Awu wanted to help me, but the teacher could recognize her handwriting at a glance."
Wei Zhao didn't want to listen anymore.
Ning Yunling didn't even dare to mention this request in front of him.
He didn't know how Yaoyao had the nerve to ask.
"You have to grind the ink yourself and write the words yourself."
"This is only the second time Miss Gu and I have met. You asked the wrong person."
"What do you mean by asking!"
Yaoyao could be very intimate for the purpose: "Do I need to be formal with you, brother?"
Wei Zhao:...
You think you are my mother's child, and your name is Wei Yaoyao!
But the little girl straightened her back and was very thick-skinned: "But you are different from Awu. You are so good that you can imitate others' handwriting."
Wei Zhao didn't deny it.
This, he can indeed do.
Yaoyao: "Of course, I don't want to tire you just because my hands are not good."
"I just want to learn something."
"Do you want to show it?"
Wei Zhao almost laughed: "Why?"
Yaoyao felt something was wrong.
Didn't Shen Zhiyi say that he had the demeanor of a young master from a noble family!
Yaoyao took out a pen and... a stack of paper.
She handed it to him.
Seeing that he didn't take it, she tried to find an excuse.
"Don't you want to use your skills..."
Yaoyao choked out a sentence: "Stun, stunning, to death, me."
(End of this chapter)
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