The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Chacha got the answer.

Struggling slightly, she left Huo Qing's arms.

She walked over and picked up the portraits again.

Then hand it to Huo Qing.

Looking at him with a smile, "Now that you know what I look like, take some time and draw another picture for me."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Huo Qing nodded, a faint smile rose from the corner of his lips, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

Chacha was a little embarrassed by his gaze, she turned her head to avoid his sight, her little head was lowered, her cheeks were stained crimson.

Seeing her reaction, Huo Qing raised his hand with a smile, and brushed her cheeks with his long, bony fingers.

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

Chacha, "..."

Huo Qing just stared at her for a long time.

Stare till the end.

Chacha opened his hand and glared at him ferociously, "Have you seen enough? I'll take a few photos next time, and you stare at the photos yourself! You can look at them for as long as you want!"

Huo Qing shook his head, with fondness in his eyes.

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

"No, the photos are not as aura as you. Looking at you in person, when the portrait is drawn, it is more aura."

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

Staring at her, you can still find the reason so grandiose, fresh and refined...

She raised her eyebrows and said in displeasure, "What do you mean by that, my photos have no aura? Are you just like a puppet?"

"no."

Seeing that the little girl wanted to find loopholes in his words.

He smiled and said, "I didn't say that your photos are not aura, what I mean is that watching you draw portraits yourself can make the portraits more aura...

What's more, my Chacha is so obedient and soft, how can she look like a puppet?

What's going on in your little head? "

After the words fell, the arc of his lips deepened a little.

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

It seemed that no matter what he said, he was very reasonable... She couldn't talk to him.

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

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

Just as Huo Qing was about to reach out to touch her little head, the little girl left from his side very quickly.

Looking at the little girl who was bouncing away, Huo Qing smiled all over his face.

His baby is getting softer and softer.

And it's really easy to bully...

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

Then he stood up, slowly found his phone and called his assistant.

The assistant told the story with a confused face.

Five minutes later.

The assistant stared blankly at the phone that was hung up.

I always feel that I have inadvertently recovered my life, but I never thought... there was a misunderstanding?

He thought the president already knew about those things... Sigh.

Huo Qing put down the phone, and tapped the table with his slender fingers.

The silver cufflinks exuded an icy cold light.

"Yan Qingmeng." Her thin lips parted slightly, and she read these three words without warmth.

*

Yan family.

Yan Qingmeng was in a great mood and sat down to eat with Yan's father and Yan's mother.

"Are you reconciled with Huo Qiudeng? Why do you look so happy?" Mother Yan couldn't help asking.

After all, my daughter is very depressed these days.

Looking very excited today.

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