Did the Queen’s Vest Fall Out?

"What does she know?! Humph!" Mr. Bai muttered, "Hiding me so deeply, am I so shameless, old man?"

The latter words were spoken a little quietly, and Ning Wanwan didn't hear them clearly, but she could probably guess that the old man was venting his dissatisfaction. She smiled with a crooked eyebrow and said: "Grandpa, my sister still cares about you! Besides, grandpa is so powerful. , Today is New Year's Day, and the Civil Affairs Bureau is not at work. If grandpa hadn't come forward, how could my sister and brother-in-law get their certificates on this special day?!"

This wave of flattery is spot on!

In fact, whether it is the boy from the Ji family or Xiaobai, with their abilities, as long as they want to get the certificate, let alone the Civil Affairs Bureau is on vacation, even if it is two or three o'clock in the morning, they can get the staff to crawl out of bed to handle it. !

Mr. Bai feels very clear in his heart! Xiaobai came back specifically to say that he hoped to get the certificate today. On the surface, he wanted to help him, but in fact, he wanted to give himself face so that he could finally do something.

How do you say that?

ah!

A little bit of a sense of participation!

Thinking of this, Mr. Bai felt a little better, and he didn't gasp so loudly when he spoke: "You only think of me when you talk to me!"

"Doesn't this further prove that grandpa has a lot of weight in my sister's heart!" Ning Wanwan looked at Mr. Bai's expression, and after making sure that he was not angry, her dark eyes turned slightly: "My sister was with me a few days ago. Said, I hope grandpa can give her a pair of calligraphy works on the wedding day."

"Mo Bao?" Mr. Bai raised his eyelids, "Which famous masterpiece does she like?"

There are many good paintings and calligraphy collected in the study, but the stinky girl usually doesn't even take a look at them! Do you know their value now?

Ning Wanwan shook his head and corrected: "It's not a masterpiece by a famous artist, it's a calligraphy handwritten by grandpa himself!"

"Oh?" Mr. Bai became interested, "She finally knows that my calligraphy, which I have practiced hard for many years, is very good?!"

Ning Wanwan smiled: "Well, grandpa's works are all hanging in the study, so Wanwan didn't have a chance to appreciate them, but since my sister specifically mentioned them, I think they must be very powerful!"

When Mr. Bai heard this, he stood up on crutches and said, "Girl, if you want to see something, just say so. You still have to use the guise of your sister."

Having said that, his tone was very brisk, and even the way he walked was more energetic than before.

Ning Wanwan followed quickly.

Mr. Bai's house is very big, but he usually lives alone and is extremely quiet. In the deserted situation, the old man went to the cafeteria to eat and never went to other rooms except his study and bedroom.

After Ning Wanwan and her grandmother moved in, Bai Qi specifically mentioned the study room once, saying that the old man liked to be quiet when he was practicing calligraphy, so he should try not to disturb him. She kept these words firmly in mind. Whenever she saw the old man entering the study, she would not only not pass by, but would also deliberately walk slowly when she walked to that area.

Tonight, it was the first time I came into the study.

The spacious room, bright windows, and many paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls make it look very expensive.

Mr. Bai opened the box and pointed at the rolls of rice paper inside: "Wanwan, my grandfather's calligraphy skills are all here. Take a look!"

Ning Wanwan wiped her hands, carefully picked up a roll, opened it carefully and looked at it for a while, then slowly rolled it up and put it back.

After looking at him like this for a while, her expression became more and more serious, not as if she was perfunctory with the old man, but as if she really took it in.