"Sister, I'm so cute..." His voice was sweet, and his smile was as clean as a child's.

Su Qiao moved the person behind him, stopped his grandfather with a sneer, and then raised his face bitterly, "I'll copy it. Isn't it just a family rule? Isn't it okay if I copy it?"

Mr. Su's expression was still ugly. He stared at Su Heng and narrowed his eyes: "Where did you find the guard?"

Places like Jiangnan have always been a water town. Compared with the fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes, it seems to be too quiet here.

Mr. Su really didn't associate him with people in the world.

He was just a little curious, where did his granddaughter find such a handsome young man?

But Su Qiao didn't say anything, and he was not the kind of person who wanted to get to the bottom of things. Mr. Su snorted coldly: "Copy it."

"Copy them all. If you don't finish them, you won't be able to eat."

Su Qiao's face fell instantly.

Watching her grandfather leave, she looked at Su Heng with despair, "What do you want me to do?"

"Is there flowers on your face?"

Su Heng shook his head, his eyebrows curved, the corners of his lips raised, and he replied in a sweet voice: "Sister, I'm pretty."

Su Qiao couldn't help laughing, lying lazily on the soft couch, and murmured thoughtfully, "It looks good...?"

The young man's glazed eyes blinked, looked at the rice papers on the ground, and asked:

"Sister, do you want to copy the house rules?"

The corner of Su Qiao's mouth twitched, remembering the long and confusing family rules, and shook her head:

"No."

"forget it."

Anyway, I can’t copy it all.

Starve a meal and treat it as weight loss. Besides, her grandfather might not be that crazy.

Su Heng crossed her legs, held the brush with her green-white fingertips, tilted her head and smiled: "Then can I copy it for you?"

The young man in front of me deserves the words "unparalleled elegance".

The moment he tilted his head and smiled, it was so beautiful.

Su Qiao was stunned and shook his head slightly, "Forget it, forget it."

Is this giant Buddha copying the family rules for me?

ha.

He still kills people to make himself feel safer.

Su Heng didn't know why he was convulsed after he came back, but he started copying it seriously. Su Qiao sighed.

The previous strategies are actually not useless.

The little puppy is really well-behaved.

Su Qiao yawned lazily, and because his conscience couldn't bear it, he ran over and started copying it with him.

The little girl's fingertips are green and white, and her posture when holding the brush is much more upright than her own.

A daughter raised from a scholarly family, even if she does not have a serious career, her talent in calligraphy, ink and painting is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The young man licked the little tiger's teeth slightly with the tip of his tongue, showing a harmless smile. He rubbed it slightly, his voice was soft and childish, "Sister~"

The fifteen-year-old boy smiles like a crescent moon and is extremely well-behaved.

Su Qiao covered her ears slightly. When he lowered his head, his shallow breath fell into her ears, which made her face blush.

What a shame.

What kind of sister should I call you?

"Your family rules are really long." The young man crossed his legs carelessly. Halfway through copying, he looked at the little girl's well-behaved look. His black eyes slightly curled up, and his voice was sweet, "Why don't you stop copying it?"

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"How about I take you to elope?"

His tone of looking for trouble was put aside by Su Qiao in an extremely ruthless manner.
Chapter completed!