The rich woman likes you not just because you are handsome.
It looks good, but it also needs to be useful.
It is quite difficult to eat from one family, let alone from several families.
Now several rich women have gathered together to inspect the goods.
Are you thick or slender?
How can I trick you into getting this azure porcelain inkstone without showing some real skills?
That's right, when Su Mu saw this beautiful inkstone, he even thought about the orientation of his study room.
How should I display this baby?
Orientation, height.
Go to the desk, close your eyes and meditate for three seconds.
Then he opened his eyes.
Everyone seemed to have flowers in front of them.
Su Mu's whole aura was different.
Ning Erxian was so excited that he trembled all over. He grabbed the hand of the person next to him and said with emotion:
"Here he comes, he comes."
But the next moment, he realized that he had arrested the wrong person.
On his right is his wife Yan Yuqin, and on his left is... Mo Ruhai's wife Chu Anyi.
Chu Anyi was caught in pain and struggled several times before shaking off.
Her face turned red with anger and she glared at Ning Erxian fiercely.
Ning Erxian made an mistake and almost found a crack in the ground to slip in.
What a bad fate.
When they were young, he and Mo Ruhai fell in love with Chu Anyi at the same time, and they almost didn't have a duel at that time.
In the end, he lost to Mo Ruhai.
Fortunately, Mo Ruhai was concentrating on looking at Su Mu and did not notice the change in the expression of the lady beside him.
But Yan Yuqin has no interest in calligraphy.
Normally, Ning Erxian would always write and write at home. She was almost ready to give birth to a little brother for Ning Yan.
Moreover, she knew that Chu Anyi was Ning Erxian's first love back then, so she kept paying attention to her.
Unexpectedly, I caught a current situation this time.
Yan Yuqin is so angry.
Her face turned green on the spot.
Ning Erxian felt like he suddenly fell into hell.
There was an unforgettable sharp pain in his waist, and the expression on his face was quite wonderful.
But he didn't dare to make a sound.
At this moment, Professor Ning Da's admiration for his son-in-law Su Mu reached an unprecedented peak.
A good son-in-law.
Teach me, how do you do it...with ease?
This is a science.
profound.
Su Mu used a lot of effort this time.
His whole person has reached a level of skillfulness and lack of workmanship.
It's not that he stood out in front of Mr. Ning before, but it is as natural as a jade.
A trace of surprise flashed across Zhu Jianshen's face.
This kid is so secretive.
Ning Qingyuan's expression changed.
Big changes.
He is a master and knows the true meaning of calligraphy.
Su Mu's aura was surprisingly perfect to a level that he couldn't understand.
Hidden clumsiness.
A true master.
Su Mu grabbed a purple-haired pen, dipped it in ink, and then wrote on the huge gold-rimmed rice paper like a dragon or a snake, swimming around quickly.
Lines of running script appeared on the rice paper.
He wrote Peach Blossom Spring.
Mo Ruhai, Chen Jinhong, and Chu Legong all have very high attainments in calligraphy, and Ning Erxian is an even more famous calligrapher.
Everyone.
Silly.
Ning Qingyuan was even more shocked.
artistic conception!
What a artistic conception!
He was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and could not close it for a long time.
What does that feel like?
It was as if the scenery in front of them changed. After reading these words, a fairyland-like paradise seemed to appear in front of them, and they were in it, enjoying themselves.
This is the highest realm of calligraphy - artistic conception!
Ning Qingyuan had seen Su Mu write live.
Even at Dongyang University, he admitted that Su Mu's calligraphy was a master, at least in terms of artistic conception, he couldn't compare with him.
This kid.
Haven't seen each other for a few days?
wrong.
Last time, this guy deliberately hid his true calligraphy skills.
Zhu Jianshen was also dumbfounded.
He directly inserted the pipe pot on his waist, then rushed forward, staring at the words in front of him, and suddenly shouted:
"Brother, come here."
Zhu Yi walked in from the door.
Ning Qingyuan immediately shouted:
"Zhu Jianshen, what do you want to do?"
Zhu Jianshen's eyes flashed dangerously like a hungry wolf, he opened his hands and shouted directly, regardless of his Mediterranean hairstyle:
"This is what my son-in-law wrote for me. I want to frame it and hang it in the study."
Ning Qingyuan was furious:
"You are shameless. Su Mu is not your grandson-in-law alone. Everyone in the family has a share."
Zhu Jianshen snorted:
"If you have the ability, bring him to your house to write. This is my house. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all mine. Old Ning, don't even think about taking them away."
The onlookers were all dumbfounded.
Is it worth it for a single word?
Of course I know, it’s worth it.
So worth it.
However, Yan Yuqin no longer cares about her husband.
She stared at the words on the table, thoughts racing through her head.
This word must not be circulated.
Otherwise, the market price will be disrupted.
It is estimated that my husband, the world's best calligrapher, may not be able to protect his reputation.
It will even affect the price of Master Ning's calligraphy and painting works today.
Maybe, there will be a plunge or something.
Then your own auction house will suffer a huge loss.
But Yan Yuqin suddenly thought that Su Mu was his son-in-law.
If you lose to a father-in-law, let's just lose. Anyway, in recent years, my father-in-law has spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. If I want to ask him to write a calligraphy, it will take a long time.
My son-in-law is so easy to handle.
Besides, the word son-in-law is even more valuable.
Yan Yuqin seemed to see golden mountains waving to her.
When Chen Jinhong and Mo Ruhai looked at Su Mu again, their eyes were filled with stars.
Of course they are not interested in money.
Chen Jinhong was so excited that he walked over and grabbed Su Mu's hand.
Su Mu had goosebumps all over his body:
"That uncle, you...!"
"My dear son-in-law, how did you practice calligraphy? Who did you learn from? Shall I take you as my teacher? Master...!"
Wei Baiqing stood aside so that a mouthful of old blood could not spurt out.
She was simply ashamed.
The father-in-law wants to kowtow to his son-in-law and become his master?
What should I do next?
Should I call him son-in-law? Or master?
Otherwise, call me master and son-in-law?
Yan Yuqin, who was licking her lips just now, suddenly looked at her with a half-smile.
Wei Baiqing couldn't wait to rush forward, catch her husband and beat him up.
She was so angry.
But in front of so many people, she couldn't show it, so she could only bite her teeth secretly.
Su Mu was also startled by the sudden words.
He was a little embarrassed and wanted to take his hand out, but Chen Jinhong held on tightly.
"Uncle, I'm just writing casually."
Ning Qingyuan's jaw almost dropped.
He wanted to grab the inkstone on the table and hit the boy hard on the head.
Would you like to write it down by the way?
You've ruined my job, and you just write casually?
What do you look like seriously?
Chen Jinhong looked at Su Mu, his look was simply too scary.
"My dear son-in-law, you are... a great talent. I don't want to be your disciple anymore. Why don't we... let's marry Jin Lan?"
"Pfft."
Chu Anyi was the first to burst out laughing.
Yan Yuqin was not polite either, her smile was so arrogant.
Wei Baiqing...!
Chen Xianer, please come back quickly and see your father.
Find you an uncle to be your husband.
Su Mu finally fell to the ground without hanging.
Everyone.
My father-in-law’s penis is too cute, what should I do?