Nian Jun? ?
When are they so familiar? Su Kui's mouth twitched and nodded, "Yeah, I didn't teach well, so don't laugh at him."
"Why? Madam taught very well, Xiao Nianjun will definitely have a great future in the future."
It was Yan Shi who brought Yan Liang over today. He, acting as an invisible man, couldn't control his facial twitches when he heard his son's words. Staring at Yan Liang's back, he even wondered if he was dropped when he didn't know it!
What Yan Liang did today is not at all like that unsmiling, light-hearted young man! !
"Master Cheng Jiyan, I'll take Junjun to thank you Gongzi first."
Speaking of Mu Nianjun, Su Kui's heart was soft. When looking at Mu Nianjun writing seriously, his dark head, brows and eyebrows were soft and messy, and the bright light under his eyes seemed to escape.
Her hair is very naughty, and the broken hair on her forehead is always hanging down uncontrollably. There is wind in the yard, slowly brushing the tips of her hair. She is a fair-skinned woman with delicate features. She is fresh in the sun. Come alive.
"Most definitely."
"These are some pastries made by the chefs in the house. I will bring them for you to taste." As Yan Liang spoke, Yan Shi finally reacted and put the food container in his hand on the table, squeezing a stiff smile. .
"Mrs. Mu, these are a few of the chefs in the Fuzhong, I don't know if you like them or not, please try them!"
Yan Shi wanted to say something nice for his son, but he was a big boss, and probably didn't know what to say and what not to say.
As soon as the voice fell, he was keenly aware of a cold glance, Yan Shi scratched his head, and after looking for it carefully, he disappeared again.
Strange, so strange!
Su Kui held back a smile and pressed Mu Nianjun’s little head, "Thank you, Mr. Yan, but we’d better eat the cakes later. He said that you have to learn to write names to eat. Junjun must follow the rules, right? ?"
Mu Nianjun didn't speak, but her small mouth seemed to be tightened.
Yan Liang watched this scene, and remembered the words he heard just outside the door—
Yun Poyue came to the flower to make a shadow, leading to a piece of acacia. Where does the love come from
Lovesick, do you only miss him
Yan Liang pondered this word between his lips and teeth, and he didn't even notice it. Somewhere in his heart, he felt uncomfortable.
He shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too much.
He sighed lightly: "Madam has learned Chinese characters? Would you ever think about letting Nianjun get fame in the future?"
Get fame? This is not bad, but Su Kui is a very righteous parent. Whether he is a business or an official, he is happy with Mu Nianjun.
"This depends on his own preferences. I am only responsible for raising him. It is enough. Others, don't force it." Su Kui's eyebrows drooped, and he poured a cup of hot tea for Yan Liang, and whispered: "My father was a private school Sir, I have studied with him, and I dare not exaggerate. When Junjun gets older, I will find a way to send him to study."
The two adults next to him were chatting, and no one noticed that Xiao Mu Nianjun had doubts flashing in his eyes when he heard the words reading.
Mother, she seems to be different from before—
However, he prefers this one now, who will treat him well, give him good food, put him to sleep, and teach him to write.
Yan Liang nodded, "Don't hide his wife, Yan will still live in Taohua Village for some time. If the wife is willing, Yan can teach Nianjun enlightenment."