Chapter 114 (1/2)

Huo Chenyu pinched her face, grinded her teeth and whispered, ”that was the teacher for you originally. Do you want to get it back?”

”Oh Nest, nest, nest... ” Little guy's round cat pupil slightly open, small face was pinched drum up, the way of unclear tongue.

She was forced by her grandparents to learn all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child.

Chinese zither painting.

I don't want to learn it again.

……

My brother didn't seem to think so.

Huo Chenyu eyebrow is wrung slightly, look at the small fellow that the tongue is not clear, way: ”elder brother asks you to want to want?”

Ye sang: ”no...” She won't!

”No. You think. ” The young master didn't want to interrupt her. He glanced at her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of lustrous Shen Yao. The corners of her eyes were slightly upward, full of sarcasm.

Robbing his sister's teacher?

Did he agree.

”Don't, don't, don't want to ~” the little guy shook his head wildly and hugged his thigh tightly.

”Woo...” Now she wants to cry when she sees the paintings. She really doesn't want to experience this kind of folk suffering any more.

Huo Chenyu looks at the leg that is held by death, the lip corner took out completely, hate iron not to become steel to rise completely.

This is Huo Yao's daughter.

Not to say vigorous, cruel, but the character should not be soft into such a bar.

The little boy squatted down, pinched the face of the little guy, and murmured: ”stupid.”

It's like a soft bun.

No temper at all?

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Mr. Ye stroked his beard, looked at Mr. Huo mysteriously, and said with a smile, ”it's not that I don't want to take your granddaughter as an apprentice.”

”Taking in apprentices depends on fate, and it has nothing to do with birth.”

”This little girl looks lovely, just fit my eye edge, what's more, she is talented in painting.”

”Is that granddaughter of your family only five years old?”

What do five year olds know?

He came to teach his apprentice, not raise a baby.

”What's wrong with five years old? Although my granddaughter is a little small, but you still want to have a bunch of them? Don't teach slowly? ”

Although he also knows that his granddaughter is not the material to learn this thing.

But don't you want face in your family? Really let the baby granddaughter know that she was rejected, may be sad to the point of crying.

Mr. Ye is too lazy to waste words with the man who protects the calf.

When he saw Shen Yao, he had a lot of smile in his eyes. Then he looked at the boy next to the little girl. His eyes were stunned and he asked, ”is this

I only noticed this little apprentice just now, but I didn't find a boy at all.

Mr. Ye was a little puzzled.

How low is the child's sense of being.

”Is this your brother?” In fact, they are quite similar in appearance, both of them are relatively good looks. Mr. Ye guessed that it was not surprising.

Shen Yao nodded, ”yes.”

Mr. Ye was no longer interested. He asked, ”do you know ink painting?”

Yan an shook her head in silence.

No.

”I can learn...” After a pause, the little boy whispered.

He can't draw, not Shen Yan'an stupid.

It was because Shen Yao had been painting for nearly a year from the age of five, and he had never even touched a painting brush.

Mr. Ye didn't believe in evil, so he went to the scene directly.

He didn't even think about how difficult it would be for a five-year-old who had never touched a brush.

Shen Yan'an can't help but drive the duck to the shelf, learn from Shen Yao just now, and write on the rice paper gently.

However, because did not control the strength well, the hard halo dye opened a group of black ink.