Chapter 147

She remembers that Bai ruoyao got this position in her last life, plagiarized her design and won the international design award.

For the sake of family affection, she didn't expose it.

In this life, let Bai ruoyao's bitch compensate her for the stolen fruit she brewed!

Bai Jingxuan began to read and collect some information about Aishan, the clothing branch of Li's group.

Fashion elements of Aishan clothing are popular nowadays

She asked the servant to prepare a drawing board and brush in the yard connected to the bedroom. Sitting in front of the drawing board, I drew a bubble sleeve skirt just imagined on the paper with a fine pen

Repress their original level, deliberately vilify, and only dare to draw half.

Count the time. Li Tinghe should be back soon.

Sure enough, in a few minutes, she heard the steady sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

Li Tinghe came back from the outside. After asking the servant, he came directly to the terrace connected to the bedroom to find her.

A few steps away, looking at the past, I saw a young girl in a white dress sitting in front of the drawing board. She raised her thin arm and painted white lines on the paper with a brush between her fingers

Her dark hair is as long as her waist. Ordinary people's side face is not beautiful, but her side is breathtaking.

One hand, one foot, smooth and natural, can be painted like a landscape.

Li Tinghe stood where he was and couldn't help looking crazy.

He couldn't help but sneak up behind her, half lowered his body and held her boneless body in his arms.

"Li Tinghe..." Bai Jingxuan stiffened and opened her lips gently.

"How do you know it's me?" His tone is deliberately light, and his cold male voice is rich in a little tenderness.

She turned around, raised her beautiful little face and looked at him, "according to the weight and interval of her steps, I can hear it."

When Li Tinghe heard this, he felt a little hard and picked her up. He sat in her original chair and let her sit on his lap. "Bai Jingxuan, you are getting better and better to me."

This was once an impossible treatment.

She smiled, "you are my husband."

His big palm rubbed lightly on her waist, and his voice had the magic of enchanting the mind, "say it again."

"Tired of history, lying Lao Gong." She said it again.

He raised his eyebrows and recognized which dialect she was speaking“ Speak Chinese. "

"The man has finished." She's not always happy to repeat.

A little impatience flashed in his deep eyes, "in front of me, only you dare to sing the opposite."

"Ha ha ha!" She laughed wildly, broke the quiet image and said naughtily, "I'm afraid I'll keep this patent until I die."

Li Tinghe saw that she had become playful and active from a quiet girl, and a trace of smile flowed from her icy eyes.

His sight fell on her painting. Although it was only half, the level was very high. "How do you think of painting today?"

She played with the pen between her fingers in one hand and allowed the pen to dance 360 degrees between the back of her finger and her fingers, but she didn't fall down. "Husband, I'm thinking, it's not good for you to keep it all the time. I have to find a job. "

A hidden boss can also pretend to be poor.

"Say something stupid." Li Tinghe looked at her in surprise, playing with her pen one by one, and his slender fingers ran through her long hair scattered behind her, "I just want to keep you for a lifetime."