Fast time travel: Attack the villain, the villain takes advantage of her beauty

In the study room, Sheng Wu looked at the letter paper with a painting on it and no words on it beside the desk, her brows and eyes were cold, she couldn't be as shy and excited as the little girl just received the love letter.

Shen Guiwu knew that she was illiterate, so instead of writing, he drew a picture for her that she thought she could understand.

Indeed, Sheng Wu understood it at a glance.

On the painting is a solitary Q-version villain in a gown, wearing silver retro chain glasses, standing under a cherry blossom tree, looking up at the moon.

On the moon is a little girl in a cheongsam, round and round, with a very arrogant appearance with her lips pouting.

The meaning of this painting is obvious, Shen Guiwu misses her.

Just looking at the cherry tree in the painting, Sheng Wu frowned, her face was gloomy and cold.

Without saying a word, she casually took a brush, dipped it in some ink, took out a piece of letter paper, and perfunctorily drew a few circles of moderate size on it.

Then he took his own rouge, dipped some in the pulp of his right finger and smeared it in the ugly black circle.

It turned out to be even uglier...

A perfunctory sense of scribbled over the face.

However, Sheng Wu was still very satisfied, as it really was her masterpiece, Shen Guiwu was worthy of this.Men, it's not about what you do, it's about how you can use sweet words to get back the perfunctory things.

When Gu Bai received Sheng Wu's undisguised reply with a single sheet of paper, he fixed his eyes on his face and doubted life.

"Ma'am... you, you just answer this?"

Although I don't know what the master will say, but a literati like him naturally wouldn't express it too simply, but his wife's reply made him a little confused.

Is this the high-end communication between cultural people? !He is illiterate.

"Yeah." Sheng Wu smiled softly, a little embarrassed, "I'm not very literate."

"It's okay, Guiwu will understand what I mean."

"Ah, it's alright."

Hearing these words, Gu Bai suddenly remembered her previous identity, and felt a little guilty for talking too much.

"The wife and the master have a good understanding, and he will understand without writing."

Sheng Wu nodded, "Yes, I know."

After that, Gu Bai took the envelope and left.

After seeing him leave, Sheng Wu was quite bored, and continued to feed the fish in the garden.

Feed the next evening until dark.

So much so that when Shen Qinghuan came to look for her in the courtyard, Sheng Wu was already bored and fell asleep in the rocking chair by the pond.

It was probably hypnotized by the chirping of cicadas in the summer night, or it might be that it was cooler near the pond.

Sheng Wu's peaceful sleeping face was quite peaceful, she was leaning on the rocking chair with her head tilted, holding the feed for the fish in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other.

The modified cheongsam on her body is loose and lazy, it is slightly transparent silk, and it is embroidered with delicate han.Sheng Wu's long curly hair was loose, her eyes were lightly closed, and she was breathing long.

Sleeping Beauty under the moon, seduces people without knowing it.

Both the side courtyard and the main courtyard were made with great care by Shen Guiwu, a lot of mosquito-repelling herbs were planted around, and there were no mosquito bites even by the pond.

Shen Qinghuan got used to her light footsteps. When she came in and saw this scene, she twitched her brows slightly, and then deliberately lowered her footsteps and walked over.

When she lowered her eyes to see the fish feed in Sheng Wu's left hand, her lips, which were used to be cold and thin in the past, moved slightly, showing a slight arc.

Especially when Shen Qinghuan caught a glimpse of the fish in the pond from the corner of his eye.

Already turned white......

He didn't die, he just ate too much.

But if it goes on like this, it's not far from dying.

Shen Qinghuan sighed softly, her brown colored contact lenses stared at the girl on the rocking chair with an inexplicable emotion, why couldn't she see that she was really flustered in the backyard and could only feed the fish.

As soon as her father left, her life seemed to be without a backbone, and she didn't know what to do.

Shen Qinghuan suddenly noticed what words were written on the piece of paper held by Sheng Wu's right hand.

By chance, she, who has always had a sense of proportion, bent down slightly, and did not touch the sleeping Sheng Wu, but only saw the writing on it from the angle.

"Qing, Huan."

There are only these two characters, and they are written crookedly. If Shen Qinghuan is not familiar with these two characters, I might not be able to recognize them. It seems to be written by a child who has just practiced calligraphy.

The moment Shen Qinghuan saw these two words, the brows of Shen Qinghuan twitched slightly, and the brown pupils shrank suddenly, a little at a loss.

Did she write these two words because she only remembered the only two words on the fan...

still......

As soon as the thoughts behind came to mind, Shen Qinghuan frowned and turned back, then glanced at Sheng Wu who was sleeping soundly, she sighed silently for a second.

Turning around and walking into the courtyard, there was no one in the courtyard, so she went directly into the back room, saw Chunxi was cleaning, she walked over.

"Bring me a thin quilt."

"Ah, miss?" Chunxi was a little frightened when he heard the sudden movement, then he thought of her words and nodded hastily.

"Oh, okay, I'll get it now."

Woohoo, the young lady is as unsmiling as the young master, and the air-conditioning on her body can scare people to death.

After she brought it quickly, she found that Shen Qinghuan was looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table in the back room with deep eyes.

"Miss, the quilt has been brought."

Strange, how did the eldest miss come here from the east wing to ask for a quilt.

"These...are all written by my little mother?" Shen Qinghuan didn't take the quilt immediately, but drew her eyebrows together, and the tip of her heroic eyebrows suddenly became inexplicably provocative.

It was obviously a face that was extremely cold, but it also revealed a neutral beauty.

In the Shen family, Shen Qinghuan is actually more similar to Shen Junsheng, but Shen Junsheng has the rough aura of a cold and stern soldier, while Shen Qinghuan has an indisputable heroic aura.

As for Shen Zheliu, it may have been made up.

"what?"

Hearing this, Chunxi looked over and nodded because he didn't understand.

"Oh, these are all the calligraphy my wife practiced in the afternoon. She said that she saw a beautiful poem and wanted to practice it and write it for the master."

As soon as these words came out, Chunxi could clearly feel that the warm temperature in the air had condensed a bit.

Shen Qinghuan's cold face was clearly the same expression all along, but Chunxi could feel that she was in a bad mood at the moment.

Shen Qinghuan stared at the thick stack on the table, wrote "Qing Huan" over and over again, and felt that the reminder he gave Sheng Wu in the afternoon seemed like a useless effort. She was obviously smart enough to understand, so it was impossible not to understand what she meant. But he still has hope for his father.

For a moment, Shen Qinghuan couldn't express how she felt in her heart, so she turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, miss, you want this quilt..." Chunxi was a little dazed when he saw this, didn't he want a quilt?

Shen Qinghuan didn't stop walking, and said coldly.

"Send it to the garden."

After all, he left straight away, as if there was wind under his feet.