Chapter 482： The President's Heart Has White Moonlight (57)

Chapter 482 The President Has White Moonlight (57)

Chacha got the answer.

struggled slightly and left Huo Qing's embrace.

She walked over and picked up those portraits again.

and handed it to Huo Qing.

looked at him with a smile, "Since you know what I look like now, take some time and draw another picture for me."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Huo Qing nodded, a faint smile raised on the corner of his lips, and his eyes were full of nostalgia.

Cha Cha was a little embarrassed by him, turned his head away, avoiding his sight, his small head was lowered, and his cheeks were dyed crimson.

Seeing her reaction, Huo Qing raised his hand with a smile, and his slender fingers with distinct knuckles touched her cheek.

"If you don't let me take a closer look, how can I draw you?"

chacha, “…”

Huo Qing stared straight at her for a long time.

stare till the end.

Chacha opened his hand and glared at him fiercely, "Have you seen enough? Next time I take a few pictures, you can stare at the pictures yourself! Watch as long as you want!"

Huo Qing shook his head, his eyes filled with pampering.

Looking at the little girl who was obviously a little embarrassed, but still pretending to be fierce, he laughed and teased.

"No, the photos don't have the aura of you. When you look at you, the portraits have more aura when you draw them."

Chacha didn't expect him to say such shameless words.

Staring at her, you can still find the reason so well-known, fresh and refined...

She raised her eyebrows and said displeasedly, "What do you mean by saying that my photos have no aura? Dumbly like a puppet?"

"no."

Seeing that the little girl was looking for loopholes in his words.

He smiled and said again, "I didn't say that your photos are not aura, I mean, looking at your portraits, you can make them more agile...

Besides, my tea is so cute and soft, how can it be like a puppet?

What are you thinking in your little head? "

After the words fell, the curvature of the corners of his lips deepened.

Chacha ignored him and didn't want to talk to him.

It seems that no matter what, he is very reasonable... She can't tell him.

Then... let's not talk about it.

She snorted twice, tilted her head and said angrily, "I'm going to dinner, play it yourself!"

Huo Qing was just about to reach out and touch her little head, when the little girl left from his side, very fast.

Looking at the little girl who was jumping away, Huo Qing smiled.

His baby is getting softer and softer.

And it's really good to bully...

He glanced down at the portrait in his hand and locked it back in the cabinet.

Then stood up, slowly found the phone and called the assistant.

The assistant    said the whole thing with a bewildered expression.

After five minutes.

The assistant    stared blankly at the hung up phone.

I always feel that I have inadvertently saved my life, but I didn't expect... to have a misunderstanding?

He thought that the president already knew about those things... alas.

Huo Qing put down his phone and tapped his long fingers on the table.

The silver cufflinks exude an icy cold light.

"Yan Qingmeng." His thin lips parted slightly, and he said these three words without any warmth.

*

Yan's house.

Yan Qingmeng was in a very good mood and sat with Yan's father and mother for dinner.

"Did you reconcile with Huo Qiudeng? Why do you look so happy?" Yanmu couldn't help but ask.

After all, my daughter is in a low mood these days.

looks very excited today.

Yan Qingmeng put down his chopsticks, the smile on his face subsided instantly, and there was a hint of anger, "Didn't I say not to mention the name Huo Qiudeng in front of me?"

(end of this chapter)