When Yan Qian brought out the last soup, her mother and brother happened to be home. As soon as they stepped into the yard, Yan Hao's shout came. Yan Qian looked out through the floor-to-ceiling window and saw Yan Hao jumping into the yard, holding up a scooter lying beside the flowerbed, and kicking it up excitedly, looking quite energetic.
Yan Qian set up the soup bowl, walked to the front door and opened the door. Seeing Zhao Tian coming towards him, she shouted: Mom.
Today, Zhao Tian put on exquisite makeup and looked relaxed and leisurely. He nodded to Yan Qian and asked: Where is your dad?
Yan Qian said: In the kitchen.
kitchen?Zhao Tian was very surprised and said: Cooking in the kitchen?
Yes, at noon there were several dishes made by my dad.
Zhao Tian seemed to hear something strange, looked disbelief, and then muttered: Did the sun rise to the west today?He is willing to cook, and I haven't eaten the dishes he cooks for many years.
As she said that, she turned around and shouted to Yan Hao in the yard: Haohao, come in and have dinner quickly. It’s your father who cooks today. It seems that he feels sorry for you and is hospitalized.
Yan Hao was not interested in eating, but when he heard that his father was at home, he didn't dare to be too rash, so he impatiently threw away the scooter and followed him into the house.
The family sat at the dining table. Zhao Tian looked in a good mood. She smiled and praised Yan Qichi for cooking delicious food. She would cook more when she had time in the future. Yan Qichi just had a cold face and did not respond to her.
However, Zhao Tian was not affected at all and still talked nonstop. Yan Qian admired her very much.
When Zhao Tian talked about the boss of the farmhouse, he kept praising the other party, saying that good sisters have vision, her husband is rich, handsome and generous, but it turned out that the other party paid Yan Hao 20% of the medical expenses.
Looking at the mother who was talking, Yan Qian suddenly felt guilty. Such a happy mother had no idea that her cold husband and her well-behaved daughter had just had an affair in the kitchen not long ago, and she swelled her daughter's nipples, and her daughter's underwear was still wet at this point.
Yan Qian knew that she was guilty and was very guilty.
Although she didn't understand why her father, who had always been indifferent, did such a thing to her, she didn't care. As long as her father wanted it, she could not refuse, because she was so eager to be loved in her heart.
She wanted to get close to her father, and she was addicted.
On the last day of the seven-day holiday, Yan Qian received a message from the class monitor, saying that there was a calligraphy competition in the school. She remembered that Yan Qian could write calligraphy and wrote very well, and asked Yan Qian if she wanted to write one to take her to the school to participate.
Yan Qian thought that she had finished the test papers and had some time, so she agreed.
There are four ready-made study treasures in my father's study, and she can borrow them.
Yan Qichi happened to be at home today. Because he thought Yan Hao was too noisy, he usually stayed in the study. His study was the best soundproof room in the whole room.
Yan Qian rarely goes to her father's study, but she occasionally borrows books to read, but she always leaves after taking the books and rarely stays in the study.
She was a little nervous when she was about to knock on the door.
Before in the kitchen, after their affair was interrupted by the alarm clock, they had no contact in the past two days, and they even spoke very little, and returned to their usual mode of getting along.
Yan Qian felt a little disappointed, but then she thought that it would be good that the out-of-control relationship could return to normal. After all, she is the father and daughter who are closest to blood, so she shouldn't have done that.
He knocked on the door gently, and Yan Qian took a deep breath and waited quietly.
What's up?Dad's cold voice passed through the door panel and became dull.
Dad, can I go in?Yan Qian asked loudly.
The study room was quiet for a while, and then a click sound was heard, and the door was opened from the inside. Yan Qichi stood by the door, with a calm expression, looking down at her, and asked: What's wrong?
Yan Qian swallowed nervously and said: I want to use my father's pen and ink to write sub-words.
Yan Qichi did not agree immediately, but stood there, looking at her quietly. His deep eyes seemed to be substantial. Yan Qian was so afraid to look up. After a while, she saw him take a step back, make way out of the position, and said: Come in.
Yan Qian breathed a sigh of relief and soon walked over her father and walked in.
Yan Qichi closed the door behind her.
The door clicked and locked.
As the door locked, Yan Qian's nerves tensed instantly, and her heartbeat also became faster, beating pounding.
The things are on the other side of the cabinet, go and get them yourself.Yan Qichi said, then walked back to the single sofa, where he was just looking at the information.
good.
Yan Qian took a deep breath, tried to make her moves as lightly as possible, took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then went to the bathroom to pick up clean water and start grinding the ink.
Yan Qian's calligraphy was taught by her grandfather. She has been practicing since she was a child and her handwriting is pretty good. My grandfather said that her father's handwriting is better and has the style of everyone, but Yan Qian has never seen him write it.
At some point, Yan Qichi had already come behind Yan Qian. Seeing her patiently polishing the ink, she asked her: What font should I write?
Dad's voice was too close, and Yan Qian was shocked. When her hand shook, the ink strip took off and fell on the ink ink.
Yan Qichi's body was closer to her again, and he stretched out one hand from behind her, picked up the ink strip, and grinded it slowly.
This posture was like holding Yan Qian in her arms, making her face blush and her heart beat.
Yan Qian set up the soup bowl, walked to the front door and opened the door. Seeing Zhao Tian coming towards him, she shouted: Mom.
Today, Zhao Tian put on exquisite makeup and looked relaxed and leisurely. He nodded to Yan Qian and asked: Where is your dad?
Yan Qian said: In the kitchen.
kitchen?Zhao Tian was very surprised and said: Cooking in the kitchen?
Yes, at noon there were several dishes made by my dad.
Zhao Tian seemed to hear something strange, looked disbelief, and then muttered: Did the sun rise to the west today?He is willing to cook, and I haven't eaten the dishes he cooks for many years.
As she said that, she turned around and shouted to Yan Hao in the yard: Haohao, come in and have dinner quickly. It’s your father who cooks today. It seems that he feels sorry for you and is hospitalized.
Yan Hao was not interested in eating, but when he heard that his father was at home, he didn't dare to be too rash, so he impatiently threw away the scooter and followed him into the house.
The family sat at the dining table. Zhao Tian looked in a good mood. She smiled and praised Yan Qichi for cooking delicious food. She would cook more when she had time in the future. Yan Qichi just had a cold face and did not respond to her.
However, Zhao Tian was not affected at all and still talked nonstop. Yan Qian admired her very much.
When Zhao Tian talked about the boss of the farmhouse, he kept praising the other party, saying that good sisters have vision, her husband is rich, handsome and generous, but it turned out that the other party paid Yan Hao 20% of the medical expenses.
Looking at the mother who was talking, Yan Qian suddenly felt guilty. Such a happy mother had no idea that her cold husband and her well-behaved daughter had just had an affair in the kitchen not long ago, and she swelled her daughter's nipples, and her daughter's underwear was still wet at this point.
Yan Qian knew that she was guilty and was very guilty.
Although she didn't understand why her father, who had always been indifferent, did such a thing to her, she didn't care. As long as her father wanted it, she could not refuse, because she was so eager to be loved in her heart.
She wanted to get close to her father, and she was addicted.
On the last day of the seven-day holiday, Yan Qian received a message from the class monitor, saying that there was a calligraphy competition in the school. She remembered that Yan Qian could write calligraphy and wrote very well, and asked Yan Qian if she wanted to write one to take her to the school to participate.
Yan Qian thought that she had finished the test papers and had some time, so she agreed.
There are four ready-made study treasures in my father's study, and she can borrow them.
Yan Qichi happened to be at home today. Because he thought Yan Hao was too noisy, he usually stayed in the study. His study was the best soundproof room in the whole room.
Yan Qian rarely goes to her father's study, but she occasionally borrows books to read, but she always leaves after taking the books and rarely stays in the study.
She was a little nervous when she was about to knock on the door.
Before in the kitchen, after their affair was interrupted by the alarm clock, they had no contact in the past two days, and they even spoke very little, and returned to their usual mode of getting along.
Yan Qian felt a little disappointed, but then she thought that it would be good that the out-of-control relationship could return to normal. After all, she is the father and daughter who are closest to blood, so she shouldn't have done that.
He knocked on the door gently, and Yan Qian took a deep breath and waited quietly.
What's up?Dad's cold voice passed through the door panel and became dull.
Dad, can I go in?Yan Qian asked loudly.
The study room was quiet for a while, and then a click sound was heard, and the door was opened from the inside. Yan Qichi stood by the door, with a calm expression, looking down at her, and asked: What's wrong?
Yan Qian swallowed nervously and said: I want to use my father's pen and ink to write sub-words.
Yan Qichi did not agree immediately, but stood there, looking at her quietly. His deep eyes seemed to be substantial. Yan Qian was so afraid to look up. After a while, she saw him take a step back, make way out of the position, and said: Come in.
Yan Qian breathed a sigh of relief and soon walked over her father and walked in.
Yan Qichi closed the door behind her.
The door clicked and locked.
As the door locked, Yan Qian's nerves tensed instantly, and her heartbeat also became faster, beating pounding.
The things are on the other side of the cabinet, go and get them yourself.Yan Qichi said, then walked back to the single sofa, where he was just looking at the information.
good.
Yan Qian took a deep breath, tried to make her moves as lightly as possible, took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then went to the bathroom to pick up clean water and start grinding the ink.
Yan Qian's calligraphy was taught by her grandfather. She has been practicing since she was a child and her handwriting is pretty good. My grandfather said that her father's handwriting is better and has the style of everyone, but Yan Qian has never seen him write it.
At some point, Yan Qichi had already come behind Yan Qian. Seeing her patiently polishing the ink, she asked her: What font should I write?
Dad's voice was too close, and Yan Qian was shocked. When her hand shook, the ink strip took off and fell on the ink ink.
Yan Qichi's body was closer to her again, and he stretched out one hand from behind her, picked up the ink strip, and grinded it slowly.
This posture was like holding Yan Qian in her arms, making her face blush and her heart beat.
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