Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 712 Su Wuming 11

She is such a wonderful existence, and she can always easily force those who have ulterior motives into desperate situations.

Song Chai, who was being stared at, was obviously under tremendous pressure. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his heart was beating like thunder. Even though he tried to remain calm, the slightly twitching muscles on his face betrayed his inner anxiety.

"I...I didn't! I didn't have any dirty thoughts towards Cong'er." Song Chai stuttered, his eyes wandering, and he never dared to look Chu Huan in the eye.

Seeing this, Chu Hua raised her hand to tidy up the hair strands that fell by her ears, but she did not stop there. She knew that the person in front of her was the cracked porcelain, and only a little effort would make him completely collapse.

"You don't have any dirty intentions? Then why don't you dare look me in the face?" Chu Huan pressed on step by step. She walked quickly forward, her eyes approaching like searchlights.

Su Wuming looked at his fingertips which were slightly stained by sugar juice and laughed in his heart - although Chu Hua's methods were immature, they obviously had infinite deterrent effect on the cowardly man in front of him.

He couldn't help but think of Chu Hua's cheerful smile when she first came to Chang'an. Now it seems that her smile with thorns in it really hides a lot of fun. Su Wuming's eyes lingered on Chu Hua's face, and he secretly felt that she was really an amazing woman. Looking at the light in Chu Hua's eyes, he couldn't help but smile faintly. It was incredible that such a smart woman could be so playful that could move his heart.

Su Wuming asked Song Chai a few more questions about Dou's daily life and interpersonal relationships, and Song Chai answered them smoothly. Seeing this, Su Wuming stopped asking questions and turned to Chu Hua and said, "Let's go."

Chu Hua nodded contentedly, stuffed the remaining candy man into her mouth, and skipped away following Su Wuming.

Song Chai escorted Su Wuming and Chu Huan all the way to the gate of the yamen, bowing his head and speaking flattering words.

Su Wuming listened carelessly, but his eyes fell on Song Chai's rough hands. His palms were covered with thick calluses and dark in color.

His knuckles were particularly thick due to long-term use, which was out of place with his relatively decent clothes.

Su Wuming stared at Song Chai's rough hands and thought to himself. Those thick calluses and dark colors were not only caused by farming, but also a trace of years of gambling.

Gambling is something that can't be endured by ordinary people if you set up a tent in the middle of the night and continue all day and night. He remained calm, but he had already made up his mind.

After Su Wuming instructed his men to keep a close eye on Song Chai, he returned to the yamen with Chu Huan.

Chu Hua jumped all the way, and only a thin stick was left of the candy man in her hand. She licked the remaining sugar residue on the stick from time to time, with a satisfied look on her face.

Su Wuming looked at her childish behavior, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. This little girl was meticulous and resolute when solving cases, like a female general who had been on the battlefield for a long time. But once she relaxed, she was like an innocent little girl, which was really interesting.

Back at the government office, Su Wuming walked straight to the desk and began to record today's case. Chu Hua wandered around him boredly, fiddling with the pen holder on his desk, and flipping through a few pages of the file he had opened, like a curious kitten.

Chu Hua thought Su Wuming's handwriting was beautiful. Really beautiful. It was the kind of handwriting that had a delicate structure and sharp strokes, and it had an indescribable sense of freedom, just like him.

She held her chin with her hand, her eyes fixed on the rice paper, following the movement of Su Wuming's pen tip.

She couldn't help curling her lips when she thought of her dog-crawling handwriting. In modern times, people are used to using computers and mobile phones, and have very few opportunities to write. When she finally picks up a pen, the words she writes are horrible. If Su Wuming sees it, won't he laugh his teeth off?

Thinking of this, Chu Hua secretly glanced at Su Wuming and found that he was concentrating on writing something and didn't notice her little movements at all. She breathed a sigh of relief and put her attention back on his writing.

"Ahem..." Chu Hua cleared her throat and asked casually, "Mr. Su, your handwriting is really good. How long have you practiced?"

Su Wuming paused, raised his eyes and glanced at her with a hint of smile in his eyes: "Why? Miss Chu Hua is also interested in calligraphy?"

"Of course!" Chu Hua nodded quickly, her eyes sparkling: "Who wouldn't like such beautiful calligraphy? It's simply a work of art!"

Su Wuming chuckled, put down the pen in his hand, and said: "It's just practicing in my spare time. It's not a work of art. I remember that the girl can write. I wonder how is this calligraphy?"

Chu Huan's face fell when she heard this, and she sighed in a wronged manner: "Alas, it's better not to mention it, it's better not to mention it."

Su Wuming looked at her exaggerated expression and couldn't help laughing: "Oh? It seems that the girl's calligraphy... is not satisfactory?"

Chu Huan secretly glanced at him and saw that he was looking at her with a half-smile. She thought to herself, this old fox is teasing her on purpose!

She rolled her eyes, and a plan came to her mind. She pretended to be mysterious and said, "Mr. Su, you don't know that my calligraphy is unique and ordinary people can't appreciate it."

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it." Su Wuming raised his eyebrows with interest, leaned forward slightly, and looked like he was listening attentively.

Chu Huan was secretly delighted when she saw this. It seemed that this tactic of retreating to advance was quite effective. She cleared her throat and said nonsense seriously, "My calligraphy is unique, called 'Fairy Style'. It is so powerful and majestic that it is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

Su Wuming suppressed his laughter and asked cooperatively, "May I ask, young lady, what is so special about this 'Heavenly Flying Fairy Body'?"

Chu Hua's eyes rolled around, and she waved her hand with a bit of the air of a charlatan: "Mr. Su, the biggest feature of this 'Fairy Body' is - elegance! The handwriting is like a fairy scattering flowers, falling on the paper, it's so smart, so free and easy!"

As she spoke, she gestured in the air with her hands, as if there were real words flying.

Su Wuming looked at her funny movements, the curve of his mouth corners became bigger and bigger, and the smile in his eyes became more and more intense.

He coughed lightly and tried to maintain a serious expression: "Oh? In that case, it is quite different from ordinary calligraphy."

"That's natural!"

Chu Hua raised her chin and said proudly: "This is a unique secret skill, ordinary people can't learn it!"

"Miss, can you show me something?" Su Wuming had a smile in his eyes and eyebrows, but his tone was full of sincerity in seeking advice.