The Soft and Adorable Host was Picked Up by the Yandere Bigshot

Shu Zhengqing walked around.

Knowing that he still has other things to do, Bai Sang follows Shumu back home.

The shop has just opened, and there was no business at all, so Shufu closed it immediately.

A group of people all returned home and waited for Shu Zhengqing to come back.

Everyone has a smile on their face.

Bai Sang sat on the chair with a very happy face.

She has already thought about the subject of her next storybook.

Just write an inspirational story about how a poor man worked hard, later got fame in the exam, and married a green plum.

An outline emerged in my mind, and with my husband as a reference, I thought of how to write it in a short while.

The more I think about it, the more excited I get.

"Mother, I'll go to the study first." Bai Sang didn't know when Xianggong would come back, so he had to find something to do.

Now that I have inspiration, I should have written it sooner.

"Okay, you go." Shumu had already drank three glasses of water.

I was nervous and didn't know what to do, so I thought about it and found something to do.

The book father's face is a little calm, but if you look carefully, you can find that the eyes are in a state of laxity.

The calligrapher, who was very lively just now, suddenly became quiet.

The servants still got together and whispered.

Now that the young master has been admitted as the number one scholar, the family has changed.

Looking at a group of people outside who wanted to talk to them, their faces were very bright.

When Shu Zhengqing came back.

We have already had lunch at home.

The secretary looked at the door thoughtfully.

The father of the book was still in the same posture in the morning, sitting on the chair and looking at the teacup in front of him.

Bai Sang is still struggling to write quickly, and the more she writes, the smoother she is.

I wrote a 5,000-word outline in one morning.

She was so tired that her hands were sore.

The ancient writing brush.

After thinking about it, she walked out of the study and went to the kitchen to find some pieces of charcoal. It might be easier to write if it was a little harder.

I didn't know when I pushed the door open.

I saw people coming in from the outside.

"Master!"

Shu Zhengqing came back quietly.

No one even found out.

At this time, Bai Sang yelled, Shumu and Shufu rushed out of the house, and the servants also surrounded them.

Shu Zhengqing had a helpless smile on his face, "I want to go home quietly."

Bai Sang wanted to say something else, but now that she heard this sentence, she restrained herself from saying it.

Anyway, there is plenty of time at night.

The mother of the book talked to the father of the book, and all kinds of words came out.

The father of the book has always been a very serious person, and now he almost shed tears, "I will have the face to see your grandpa now."

The calligrapher is not a native of the county, he escaped from famine before.

Otherwise, it would not be so refreshing to move to the capital casually.

The flight from the famine was very serious, and all those members of the calligrapher died during the famine.

Only Shufu survived alone, and opened a shop by relying on his own skills.

"Father, don't say that." Shu Zhengqing walked in slowly.

When he saw Bai Sang standing at the end, the smile on his face became wider.

Bai Sang made a face at him, and restrained himself when the book mother looked over.

"Jiaojiao is a lucky person. Since you came home, your health has recovered, and your family has also recovered. You are still able to pass the exam."

The book mother counts all good things on Bai Sang.

Bai Sang blushed a little after being told, "Mother~" How could she be so lucky, "Father, mother, don't stand at the door, let's go in."

"Yes, yes, go in."

A group of people moved from the door to the main room.

Bai Sang listened to her parents talking to her husband in obscurity, anyway, she could talk at night.

Talked until dinner.

I thought that after dinner, the two of us could lie on the bed and chat, but who knew...