Qi Chimu treats those who come to please him gently.
Bai Weiwei came again on the fourth day and brought some food.
"I made it in my small kitchen. The big kitchen can't make these. Let's eat it for you."
Qi Chimu looked at this cousin.
After thinking for a while, he finally smiled and said, "Cousin, I heard that your handwriting is good. I need to copy a book recently. Can you copy a few pages for me?"
The awkward smile on Bai Weiwei's face froze, she bit her lip and snorted.
Seems to be annoyed at what he's doing.
Just when Qi Chimu thought she was about to turn around and leave, she said in a muffled voice, "Okay, where to copy it."
Qi Chimu smiled, then pointed to the table by the window.
Bai Weiwei said to the system, "It's probably suspicious."
System: "Doubt what, do you doubt your ghost or your rebirth?"
Bai Weiwei: "All of them. After all, handwriting is the easiest way to identify a person's identity."
Bai Weiwei, who was already prepared, picked up the pen and began to draw talismans.
Words are ugly and unique.
Qi Chimu was going blind at a glance.
It is indeed Bai Weiwei's words.
He remembered that in his last life, Bai Weiwei had been coaxed.
Therefore, even if the words are ugly, they are praised with no conscience.
He had read her writing several times, and it was so ugly that he was very impressed.
Later, she also realized that her handwriting was not good, so she began to study hard, so the fonts later were different.
If the same thing happened to him, the handwriting would definitely change.
Very good, no change, still ugly.
Qi Chimu was relieved, and then began to sit next to him, copying books.
He has always been alone.
It's rare to have someone by your side.
Bai Weiwei is not a master who sits quietly, and will raise her eyes to look at it from time to time.
There are many small actions.
The aroma of the girl is too obvious, and the warmth of the charcoal stove is mixed together.
It made Qi Chimu feel a little suffocated.
He glanced sideways, and the impatience between her brows was obvious.
But with forbearance.
Qi Chimu is not in a hurry, he is good at forbearance, so he can endure until she reveals her own purpose.
After copying a few pages, Bai Weiwei suddenly said, "I remember my mother called me. I'll go first, cousin."
Qi Chimu thought for a while, then nodded, and then said, "I'm almost in good health. Do you want me to serve you tomorrow morning?"
She kept him dressed in women's clothes and dressed her up.
This humiliation, he remembered even when he died.
When Bai Weiwei thought of this, she paused and turned her head immediately, her eyes lit up.
"You're healthy, of course you can, look at my face."
Qi Chimu thought that she would remain hypocritical for a while because of some unspeakable purpose.
In the end, he still wanted to serve her
simply…
The anger was interrupted again by a sudden surprise.
Bai Weiwei's face suddenly came close to him, she breathed lightly, blowing on his face, making him tremble, almost wanting to lean back.
She seemed to be okay, and tried her best to come over.
Soft white and delicate cheeks, glowing pink, a pair of black jade eyes, the water is bright and clear.
The fragrance of the girl, with its offensive power, enveloped him all.
Qi Chimu held back, his fingers couldn't help clenching, he pursed his lips, and his expression was calm.
Bai Weiwei stretched out her finger and raised her eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Look, none of those slaves can compare with you, and they can't draw well. Even if they draw a flower, they can't draw it."
That requires a certain foundation of Danqing.
The servants around her were not able to learn the characters completely.