Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Warm Yaqin chess and calligraphy study was quickly on the agenda. Basically, she studied Guqin in the morning, calligraphy at noon, two hours of go in the afternoon, and read the rest. The evening was a three-year junior high school course. Enriched, feeling that I am growing every day. This kind of grasping knowledge in my own hands is like the feeling of grasping her future, which makes her very fascinated and learns more and more carefully.

Sitting warmly under the Qionghua tree, she looked at the chessboard. The afternoon sun passed through Qionghua and fell on her body. The breeze was blowing, and the shimmering light was like a beating elf.

Suddenly remembered four words in people's head: good years!

"Xin Ya!" Father Mo whispered to her.

Wen Xinya looked up blankly "What's wrong, grandpa?"

Mr. Mo introduced her to her. "This is Si Yizheng. It is my guest. I will stay in the Mo family for a while. He has followed me for several years and can be considered half of my students."

Only then did you find the man standing next to your grandfather. He was about 20 years old, tall and pretty, and he was about one meter eighty-three. His handsome figure was bathed in a warm yellow sun, and it was unconscious. Breathless peerlessness, Xiu's long eyebrows extended toward the corners, it seems that the stretched branches are beautiful, but it is difficult to conceal the pride, and the slightly narrow eyes appear more and more narrow and beautiful. The scorching heat that people dare not look straight at is enough to burn millions of enchanting magnificent women, with thin lips slightly tingling with clear sorrow, a kind of momentum that looks like Yushanzhi will collapse.

It is such a handsome, indifferent, indifferent, indifferent, cool man!

The Wen Xinya pupil shrinks, don't open your eyes and reach out to him: "Hello Mr. Si, I'm Wen Xinya, and I would like to advise you in the future."

He said this in his mouth, but Warm and Ya didn't want to provoke him. The man's momentum was too strong, giving her an inexplicable danger, as if there was something out of her control in the unpredictable direction Development, she didn't like the feeling very much.

Si Yizhen, she tried to search the memory of the last generation, and determined that the name did not appear in her memory, so she took a distant attitude towards this unknown person.

With a playful smile on his lips, Si Yizhen reached out and held the Wen Xinya hand: "Hello, Miss Wen, it's better to see each other."

She was wearing a light pink dress, with long branches of peach blossoms, enchanting peach blossoms, and peach blossoms, which made her beautiful and beautiful.

Wen Xinya frowning slightly, why does the word "Miss Wen" come out of his mouth? Is there an illusion that makes people unclear? His tone was as if he knew her.

"Xin Ya, Yi Yi is quite humorous in calligraphy and Go. If you have any questions, you can also ask him." Grandpa Mo frowned slightly at the two people in front of him. There was even a kind of him. Unable to intervene in the aura.

Wen Xinya nodded: "I see, grandpa!"

Even ignoring him in this way, Si Yizhen's eyes flashed a faint cold.

Cozy and elegant, with a glance at the corner of his eyes, Si Yiming glanced, his slightly raised eyebrows were amazingly sharp, and the thin lips were sharp. He stood silently, his posture as elegant as Xiuzhu Xiuting, but There is a momentum looking down.

Warm ya frown, such a character, I only saw in the second life, is he really just a half student of grandfather?

Such a person is in any case considered to control the existence of one party's power. Why did he come to stay with his grandfather's house? What's his purpose?

Grandpa Mo seemed to feel the granddaughter's indifference and estrangement to Si Yichen, saying: "Xin Ya, I will go to Nancheng tomorrow to participate in an exchange meeting, and I will probably stay there for seven days. In the days I am away, you must Lazy, I will check your homework when I return. "

Wen Nuya stepped forward and held her grandpa's arm and asked, "Why are you going to Nancheng to participate in the exchange meeting, why haven't you heard of it before, and it's been a week so long, I will definitely miss you."

Father Mo was so confused by Wen Xinya that he forgot Si Yizhen who was by his side: "Because I was worried that no one will guide you in the study of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I did n’t plan to go, but fortunately, I came over Now, I am relieved to hand you over to him. "

A Wen Xinya look at Si Yizhen: "Grandpa, look at me, and give me guidance to outsiders, it's better to be assured that you teach it yourself, isn't it?"

Si Yizhen was numb with a slight sullen look on her body, and looked at her in a respectful manner, and frowned slightly: "This time the Nancheng Exchange Conference was attended by highly respected people in the literary world. The characters and literati are mostly noble and seldom gather together, so this exchange meeting is of great significance. Naturally, you must not miss it.

Mr. Mo laughed: "Yi Ye is right, it's rare that a few old guys can gather together. I naturally can't be absent. Stay at home obediently and wait for me to bring you a gift."

Wen Xinya, with black lines on her face, she coaxed her as a child, but also in front of outsiders.

Si Yizhen looked at the appearance of Wen Xinya food, and a faint smile on his lips: "Relax, you will not be lonely with me."

Warm and ya feel these words, how to listen to what is wrong, how to listen to how ambiguous, she tilted her head to look at the father-in-law, but saw that he seems to have not heard the general, is it only her ear that has a problem: "Uncle, the word loneliness is used Doesn't fit me well. "

"Uncle is calling me, huh?" Si Yiji squinted his eyes narrowly, his eyes narrow and beautiful, and a faint greeting.

The "um" word is euphemistic, but with deep danger and coldness.

"Are you there? Is there anyone in this age who is uncle?" Wen Xinya look left and right, just don't look at Si Yizhen. I thought that in the Saint-Jorland brand store in the Pearl Plaza, I used this tone to talk to Wen. Yuya had spoken. At that time, she wished to reach out and pinch Wen Yuya's neck to see her despair in her palms.

She looked around and right like this, showing her guilty conscience, and she was very agile, making his chest swell slightly, with a little satisfaction: "Do n’t think you do n’t admit it, I do n’t know what you ’re calling me . "

Wen Xinya smile: "It is a good habit to check in seated, remember to keep it!"

After speaking, it was a guilty conscience, Wen Xinya deliberately calm: "Grandpa my chess record has not been finished, you continue to talk, I leave first."

After speaking, I walked away from Father Mo.

"Sometimes this kid likes to joke, don't mind!" Father Mo laughed, but in his heart he thought Xinya and Si Yizhen stood together, and the whole thing became a little bit, he was not like an uncle.

Si Yizhang looked at the scorching figure that was drifting away. Yu Qionghua Yushu generally carried thousands of flowers, and there was a kind of beauty that held his breath.

Seemingly calm and rational, in fact, there is a kind of reckless madness in his bones, and he has the same rogue and ruthlessness that he used to mingle on the streets. Such contradictory qualities are not obtrusive on this Miss Wen, even he Doubt that Miss Wen can handle these qualities perfectly, this Miss Wen is really something special.