Chapter 10

Fan Xing looked back and saw the man standing behind him at some point, holding the "criminal evidence" of his stealing the teacher in his hand, so he looked at him with leisure.

Fan Xing bowed his head in a guilty conscience, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, brother."

"Is an apology useful? Pay tuition!" The man insisted.

"How?" Fan Xing looked up at him blankly, but found that although the man had a straight face, there was a faint smile in his eyes.

It was only then that he realized that this person was teasing him again!

He was a little unhappy. what the hell? Do you really think he's so deceitful? Teasing him like a kitten every time!

He bit his lip lightly, and before the man could speak, he took the initiative to grab the man's arm and shook it gently, smiling sweetly at the man, "Brother's handwriting is beautiful, I want to learn, my brother will teach me OK?"

The man's deep eyes fell on the clean and soft face of the young man for a moment, slightly surprised.

This kid is coquettish with him!

Although Fan Xing usually speaks in a very soft voice, sounds waxy and soft, but that is his normal appearance.

At this time, he was really joking. The voice is well-behaved and pleasing, and the clear eyes are looking at him, making people feel that rejecting him is a crime.

And He Qingmo didn't forget that the child was apologizing to him nervously a second ago, but now he suddenly took the initiative to please him. Obviously, this coquettish act was also a tactical coquettish act!

It seems that the little guy said that he is usually very smart, but it is true.

"Okay!" The man did not hide the smile in his eyes, leaned closer, met his eyes, and smiled in his voice, "But, I will only teach my wife, not my brother, what should I do?"

Fan Xing's face became hot, and he instinctively wanted to lower his head to avoid the man's gaze.

But then he remembered that this man did it on purpose, just to see him running away in a hurry, so he was secretly proud of himself.

snort! He doesn't want to admit defeat!

So he forcibly endured his panic and shame, forcing himself to meet the man's eyes, smiling with a frown, and his voice was extraordinarily soft and sweet, "Husband, teach me... eh?"

In the end, before he could finish speaking, the man sat down at the table by himself and pulled him onto his lap.

Fan Xing wanted to say that he could just stand, but the man had already put the pen in his hand, held his hand, and wrote his name, Fan Xing, stroke by stroke on the paper.

Being forced to sit on a man's lap made Fan Xing extraordinarily cramped. Even though he had done enough psychological construction in his heart, he was still not used to too intimate physical contact.

So he was stiff the whole time.

Until his name passed the man's hand, and then wrote it out with his handwriting, as if reborn, agile, elegant, and flowing.

He forgot that he was sitting on the man's lap, and was almost surrounded by the man, a pair of clear eyes stared at his name for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curved into indissoluble joy.

"It's so beautiful! So my name is written, is it so good-looking?" He couldn't help turning his head to look at the man, "I always feel that my name has too many gestures, it's hard to write, and it doesn't look good no matter how you write it."

In this posture, the distance between the two is very close, and he turned his face to the tip of his nose and almost touched the man's cheek.

But at this time, his attention was on writing, and he had no time to care about this kind of thing.

The smile in the man's eyes gradually spread, and it was hard for him to imagine that someone would be so happy just because his name was written well.

This child is too easy to satisfy!

He didn't speak, he continued to hold Fan Xing's handwritten name, and he wrote it over and over again and again, but he didn't feel bored.

"Who gave you the name? It's nice!" He didn't stop what he was doing, and asked in a low voice in Fan Xing's ear.

Originally it was just a casual question, but he felt the small hand in his hand paused. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fan Xing, only to see the other side lowered his eyes and said softly, "Dad."

Probably feeling his sight, Fan Xing quickly returned to normal, smiled sweetly at him, "Let's continue writing, shall we?"

He Qingmo's eyes moved slightly, he let go of his hand, squeezed lightly on his small face, and said with a smile, "I don't want to write anymore, let's go, I'll take you to the meeting ceremony."Get up and pull Fan Xing out.