Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

Li Qinian: "..."

This old man is young, so he pretends to be like other old people?

Others are grey-haired elderly people who write poems and paintings, so why is he, a middle-aged uncle in his forties, joining in the fun?

Lou Xiaocheng seemed to know what she was thinking, and stopped the brush:

"It's always bad for young people to be too impetuous, but you can't stand it just by making you wait for more than ten minutes?"

Li Qinian's tone was perfunctory:

"...No, as long as you are happy."

Lou Xiaocheng handed her the brush: "Come here, let's practice calligraphy."

Li Qinian: "???"

What kind of crazy are you smoking?

"come over."

Lou Xiaocheng repeated it lightly.

Li Qinian was forced to walk over helplessly, took the brush in his hand, looked at the rice paper on the table, and fell into deep thought:

"Write what?"

Lou Xiaoxiao put her hands behind her back:

"Write whatever is on your mind right now."

Li Qinian nodded clearly and began to write.

Seeing her posture holding the pen, Lou Xiaocheng's brows furrowed fiercely.

"wrong."

Li Qinian's five paws were holding the brush holder horizontally, without any rules at all.

Li Qinian: "..."

This old man has been alone for a long time, lonely, empty and cold, so he must arrest someone to perform and find fault, right?

She continued to hold the pen and scratched across the paper. The characters were crooked, like crawling crawlies:

"I've written it!"

Li Qinian finished his pen, admiring his "master's work".

Lou Xiaocheng took a closer look and took a long time to recognize what she wrote.

"What nonsense!"

On the clean white rice paper, there are two large black characters——

【Very hungry】

Li Qinian rubbed his belly: "But I'm really hungry..."

It's time for dinner.

Lou Xiaocheng: "..."

Whenever she thinks she's smart, she's as stupid as a dick.

He picked up the intercom and called the butler: "Prepare the meal."

"Thanks."

Li Qinian glanced at him gratefully.

"Why, I'm not curious now, why did I ask you to come here?"

Lou Xiaocheng sat on the chair beside the desk, closed his eyes and meditated.

Li Qinian sat on the main seat, picked up the brush in boredom, and drew something on the paper:

"You will naturally speak when you want to speak."

Just like now.

Lou Xiaocheng looked at her with a half-smile: "I heard that something happened to you recently?"

Li Qinian paused while holding the pen, and the tip of the pen printed a large ball of black ink on the paper, slowly smudged.

"You still ask?"

Lou Xiaocheng: "..."

"Has anyone caught it?"

He worked hard to maintain the persona of his elders.

Li Qinian: "No."

Lou Xiaocheng: "It's been so long and I haven't caught anyone yet, those brothers of yours are really getting better and better..."

Li Qinian heard something: "You know them well?"

"After all, it's the child I watched grow up." Lou Xiaocheng admitted with a smile.

Li Qinian remained silent, she didn't know how much Lou Xiaocheng knew about her.

"What did the kid from the Shen family say?"

He made himself a cup of tea, and from the tone of his voice, he was quite familiar with Shen Baijing.

Li Qinian did not shy away: "There is no way for now."

This time, instead of Lou Xiaocheng, he didn't speak.

"Let's go downstairs for dinner."

After drinking a cup of tea, the other party suddenly stood up.

Li Qinian looked at his back and realized that he couldn't see through this person at all.

The few questions he asked were answers he already knew, so why did he call himself here?

Totally superfluous.