My Husband Is the Villain

A few days after Su Yan fell ill, the business of the shop was all pushed to Mr. Su, and even more so, Su Rong was able to take a break from work reasonably, followed Su Yan's orders in a gourd-painted manner, and walked around the shop aggressively. , By the way, point out the problem.

Su Yan didn't show up, but it didn't mean he had nothing to do.

Every day, there will be shop stewards who will professionally write down the daily situation and submit them in writing for him to check.

Lin Qingxu can't talk about business matters, but he is not less interested in criticizing people and finding faults.

"Is it so good-looking?" Su Yan wrote down a line on the last line of the rice paper.

It was obviously a rebuttal, but his gestures were not sharp, and there was gentleness and peace between the horizontal and vertical.

Lin Qingxu could almost think of the stewards who read the annotations, all of them swallowing their faces.

Lin Qingxu snickered secretly, took the brush he put aside, put it on the pen stand, and patted it along the horse's leg: "It's beautiful, A Yan's words are of course the best!"

In the past few days when Su Yan was sick, she temporarily put aside the matter of looking after the house and accompany him wholeheartedly.

Hearing this, Su Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, but did not point out her deliberate exaggeration.

He put the "Daily Report" to one side, unfolded another piece of white paper and gestured to get up, and said inadvertently, "How is Qing'er's calligraphy practice? Let me see if you write a few words?"

Under the influence of Demon Nirvana for the past two days, his face was always pale and unhealthy, and his voice was gentle and weak.

However, it was these sporadic and weak words that made Lin Qingxu turn into a spineless turtle.

"I haven't practiced for two days, isn't it like that? Ayan doesn't need to read it." She waved her hand in a guilty conscience, and took out her horrible words. Isn't it a shame!

When it comes to practicing calligraphy, it has to do with Lu Qishen, a scholar of Bai Zhanji.

Since that day, Lin Qingxu proudly carried forward her "senior" demeanor and swaggered back to Su Mansion, she was eager to do something.

Just now, she gave Bai Zhanji Scholar some dry goods about novels in her heart, but she could still figure out a lot of things with the only threes and threes left.

Lin Qingxu was in a hurry, and while the sky was just right, he wrote quickly. She didn't dig out any systematic words that were only in writing, but racked her brains to find out the CP combinations and story stalks that she had always been cute, and listed them all on paper.

What kind of disabled beautiful teenager with a broken leg and a morbid CP who pretends to be a fake white lotus? The contrast between the cold-faced, cool and handsome swordsman and the "ugly" maid next to the oiran, the inexplicable CP of the ancient big beast and a green grass, or a cultivator The Forbidden Love CP of the big guy and the nameless little monster, and so on.

In addition to all kinds of cute CP combinations that she doesn't want, of course, all kinds of sweet and sad plot stalks are indispensable.

Such as the man who saves the woman (or the man who saves the woman) jumping off a cliff, the male/female protagonist marrying another person/marrying someone else, the man/woman who loses memory and does not know the old man. Well, she didn't forget to add all kinds of double-cultivation stalks at the end where women help men practice/force poison/introduce poison.

Lin Qingxu moved her hands and brains surgingly, swish, swish, and soon one piece of paper was filled, and she tore off another piece of paper to continue her magnificent cause!

Lin Qingxu, who was immersed in the beautiful world, didn't even know when it was today. Therefore, when Su Yan returned to the house, she frowned for a while with her ghost-like paper face, and only later did she realize that there was someone beside her. .

"Qing'er, what did this write?"

Su Yan stared at the words that he could barely recognize on the paper: "X sick and beautiful boy (he suspects that the original character that lacked two strokes is disabled, "Sick X white lotus flower (he also guessed Lian, and the other one is disabled. One I really don’t know)”, “Cool and handsome swordsman (the sword was still guessed by him)”…

Su Yan pressed his brows, which were twitching vigorously, wondering what was going on in his little wife's mind?

Lin Qingxu petrified for half a minute, then jumped up and pulled her YY paper back.

Together with the six, seven or eight sheets of paper lying across the table, she grabbed a piece of it and stuffed it to her chest and firmly blocked it with her arms.

"It's nothing, I wrote it for fun." She looked around dodgingly, the world in which her consciousness traveled was thrown to the bottom of her feet and crushed, and now there is only shame in her heart.

She was able to discuss the wonderful world of novels with the drama elite Bai Zhanji and the scholar, but Su Yan-Lin Qingxu, who had grown up in a serious education, gave him a quiet look, her face blushed twice.

It was also the first time that Su Yan had seen this side of his wife, and he couldn't spit out a word in his mouth.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong to attack his little wife's hobbies.

Lin Qingxu waited tremblingly for a long time, and when he heard a light cough, he immediately sat up straight, like a bean sprout waiting for the leader to speak.

"Qing'er can do whatever she likes, don't worry about it..." Su Yan licked his lips, his eyes just swept to a page of a book that Lin Qingxu put on the desk, and his voice suddenly stopped.

Lin Qingxu followed his line of sight - "The Love, Hate, and Enmity that Must Be Said Between the Domineering Leng Qing Kuo Shao and the Poor Village Flower"!

"Snapped!"

Lin Qingxu put the cover on, and put the words on his chest, sharing the same fate as a lost "great cause".

At the same time, she scolded Scholar Bai Zhanji fiercely in her heart!

The outrageous words of the title of this article are of course from the Bai Zhanji scholar! Lin Qingxu was not interested in this story if he had guessed the title of the text for half his life, but Scholar Bai Zhanji insisted on giving her a fortress in order to give her the gift of being a teacher.

Look, it happened again!

"Cough cough." This time it was Lin Qingxu who broke the embarrassing atmosphere and said, "I just happened to meet a bookstore when I went out today, so I bought some books and came back. Just in time to pass the time." In fact, she didn't buy a serious book , it's all a **** love story!

Su Yan responded in a low voice in embarrassment, unable to continue with the topic she picked up, and could only say another: "Qing'er's handwriting seems to be not good, I can teach Qing'er to write when there is nothing to do."

When Lin Qingxu heard the words, he hugged the paper on which he had drawn his ghosts.

Su Yanneng said this kindly, and it was simply flattering her.

Lin Qingxu, a person who has held a pencil, fountain pen and gel pen for more than ten years, uses ink-stained brush shoes, and it is thankful that the words he writes can be recognized by a glyph.

Moreover, modern times still use simplified Chinese characters that have been simplified over and over again. In the eyes of an ancient person like Su Yan, the page she wrote was simply messed up and full of typos.

So, the matter of Su Yan teaching Lin Qingxu to practice calligraphy was settled.

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The memory was pulled back to the scene. Su Yan wanted to see the results of Lin Qingxu's calligraphy practice, but of course she refused.

These days, she basically spends her days looking at yards large and small, and the remaining time is also squeezed by her to read the script, how can she concentrate on practicing calligraphy.

How could Su Yan not be able to see that with her guilty conscience engraved on her face.

"Then Qing'er, just practice a few more times in front of me." He got up, gave her the back chair, and sat on the high stool next to him.

Lin Qingxu: "..."

Although Su Yan was good at talking most of the time, he would basically support what she wanted to do, but if he insisted on something, it would be difficult for ordinary people to overturn his decision.

For example, in the past, he insisted on not telling her the truth, and the marriage would not be consummated. For example, he insisted on letting him practice calligraphy!

I heard that it takes seven days to develop a good habit, but when Lin Qingxu followed Su Yan every day to practice writing big characters, after only four days, he automatically formed the feeling that his hands would itch if he didn't write a few.

In addition to writing and reading the necessary script, she is willing to learn from Yu Fangyin and practice embroidery.

Wherever Lin Qingxu got the reputation in Fangxiu before, he was infatuated with Weiwei, but when he came to Fangyin, what he got was a lot of vigorous encouragement.

Fangyin: "Madam, this grass is really nice to embroider, but it's a bit big. Next time, the composition of the control points will definitely look better."

Lin Qingxu: "..." She embroidered tall and straight bamboo!

Fangyin: "This big snail is so cute. Madam can embroider two more beside it. It's very lovely to move together and move the nest together!"

Lin Qingxu: "..." She embroidered a sturdy tortoise lying on its back, okay? !

Fangyin: "Mrs.'s duckweed embroidery in water is really artistic. I will embroider it like this later."

Lin Qingxu: "..." She, what she wants to embroider is a lotus flower in water!

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And so on, Lin Qingxu became more and more dejected and lost on the road of embroidery... Finally, she decided to let herself go and plan her novel character CP seriously.

Fangyin: "???" Madam, why don't you continue embroidering, it's so pretty and cute?

On the fifth day of Su Yan's illness, the tyrannical demonic energy derived from Demon Nirvana in his body gradually subsided. When the recovery period reached the third day, his body was still a little empty, and his face was no different from normal.

Once Su Yan's recovery period is over, it means that he is about to continue his previous schedule of leaving early and returning late. Moreover, because he just got married this month, some of the affairs he attended in the stores in the outer city were all replaced by Master Su.

After all, Master Su was there, and Su Yan felt bad about it. Next month, he decided to return the matter of going out to himself. The number of times he went to the shops in the outer city might only be once or twice a month, but he was going back and forth and stayed for a month. The time in the town is definitely not as good as it used to be.

Early in the morning on the third day of the recovery period, Lin Qingxu, who had just practiced a few pages of words, thought of this question, and suddenly felt heartbroken.

Su Yan saw that she paused the pen, the tip of the pen was hanging on the paper, and a black dot of ink was drawn in the air. He patted her shoulder with a smile and asked, "Where did Qing'er's thoughts fly?"

Maybe it was because Lin Qingxu's imagination ability was exposed before, her thoughts were very clear and lively when she broke down again, Su Yan slowly accepted and adapted to her like this.

This time, Lin Qingxu was not distracted by the big ridge in his heart.

She put the brush on the pen holder, slumped her mouth and stepped on her waist to hug him, and said coquettishly, "I want to spend more time with you."

She used to be used to him leaving early and returning late, and a little warmth in the evening was enough to reassure her physically and mentally, but after seven or eight days of coexistence, her dependence on him suddenly increased.

She didn't want to leave him.

Su Yan's body trembled, and after a long time, he stood up and approached, raising his hand to hug her back.

He patted her on the back, but was speechless for a long time.

In business, he is still powerless to change.

He wanted to say something to her, as usual to soothe her emotions, but before he could finish the wording, there was suddenly a soft knock on the door.

Fang Yin stood at the door and looked at the appearance of the lady and the eldest young master relying on each other, blushing and buried her head, but she couldn't hide the joy of watching the two of them.

"What's the matter?" Su Yan didn't let go of the hand that was holding her, with a natural expression on his face.

Lin Qingxu shyly shoved his face into Su Yan's arms.

Fang Yin: "Eldest Young Master, Madam, there is a girl surnamed Cui outside looking for her, saying she is thanking you for your help last time?"

Lin Qingxu, who was still in Su Yan's arms, was as if he had swallowed a blood beast, his heart choked with panic.

Cui, Miss Cui?

Could it be that it's another lingering little white flower? ?