Chapter 54

Ji Qianchen lies on the sofa, just like a turtle with its belly turned up. It's idle and moldy.

"Meeting."

"What?" Jiqianchen rubbed himself off the sofa and jumped up. "Meeting, you still answer my phone, I hang up."

"Wait a minute."

"You, the president, have a meeting and talk about how the phone can demonstrate to the employees below?"

Ji Qianchen is like a housekeeper, and he scolds Ling Xiaohan.

All the people who are not present are Ji Qianchen, the only one who has the courage to scold Ling Xiaohan.

"You called."

Ling Xiaohan's innocent correction, light and elegant smile in the eyes.

The whole meeting room saw the president smile, and his jaw was almost knocked on the desk.

It turns out that their president still laughs.

"I'm going to hang up now."

"I don't need to rush to work in advance. I have arrangements to wait for me at home." The word "home" is very serious, for fear that Ji Qianchen does not know the obscure meaning behind his home.

There is also a bed at home.

Waiting for me at home is about waiting for me in bed.

Well, Ji Qianchen suddenly found out that he was very smart and could do literal reasoning formulas.

"Pa......"

Didn't give Ling Xiaohan an answer, Ji Qianchen cut off the phone.

If the whole office realized the other deep meaning of this sentence, how could she go to Ling's company in the future.

Put down the mobile phone, Ling Xiao's smile at the bottom of his eyes was instantly put away, and his cold face was restored.

"Continue."

"Yes, President, our plan this month is to give new contracted models the chance to have access to the more exposed catwalk show..."

When Ling Xiaohan came back from work, Ji Qianchen was painting on the tea table.

This body is almost hanging on the tea table, squatting on the floor barefoot, hair tied into a ponytail, pencil turned into a hairpin inserted in the head.

Every time I see her image, I always feel inexplicably lovely and moving.

Ji Qianchen's painting is particularly fascinated, as if nobody else is around, and the pencil is flying on the paper.

"Less..." When the servant saw Ling Xiaohan come in, he immediately bowed his head to say hello.

"Shh! Step back. "

Ling Xiaohan makes a silent gesture to signal the servant to shut up.

The servant nodded and retreated quietly from the door.

Ling Xiaohan appears like a ghost behind Ji Qianchen and hugs her.

"Ah?" Suddenly, Ji Qianchen is frightened by a hand that appears at her waist. When she looks back, she looks at the star eyes that are as cold as a cold pool.

"You leave work so early today?"

"Well." Ling Xiaohan nodded, hugged her from the ground and carried her to the sofa. "It's cool on the ground."

"Well, you know, people who engage in art creation always have no image to speak of. Eh, where are my shoes?" Ji Qianchen looks for a circle under the sofa. She doesn't know where she left her shoes.

"Confused." Ling Xiaohan lowered his head and pulled out her shoes under the sofa.

He is also the hardest president in the world.

I had a day's meeting in the daytime and had to come back at night to pick shoes for my wife from under the sofa.

"Haha, I said that I'm full of flaws. I'll let you think carefully before I marry you." Ji Qianchen saw that his shoes were found by a president himself, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

Now Lingxiao is cold and warm.

"No, I'm a man in charge." Ling Xiaohan buries his head and sends out a sense of grievance. He picks up her cotton slippers from the ground, pulls her feet and puts them on gently.

His movements are very soft.

I'm afraid a shoe will hurt her.

The eye light at the bottom of the eye radiates the light of doting. Ji Qianchen holds his breath and his heart vibrates violently.

After marriage, she seems to live in an impossible dream every day.

Ling Xiaohan's doting, Ling Xiaohan's gentle, Ling Xiaohan's care, as if woven into a dream castle, let her become a Castle Princess.

Ji Qianchen is afraid.

Fear of death, this dream, which day will suddenly wake up, into a bubble.

After wearing it, Ling Xiaohan looks to the picture on the tea table.

A thick stack of designs.

He reached for the manuscript and carefully observed it with his eyes low.

"How is it? Is it better than before? " Ji Qianchen especially wants to be praised by Ling Xiaohan.

After all, she is a third-class designer who was damaged to death by him.

Ji Qianchen once thought that his level has been staying in the third class, which must have something to do with Ling Xiaohan's attack.

Ling Xiao cold squinting cold eyes, frowning brow peak, slender fingers twist a: "style vulgar."

Next.

"Single line."Next one.

"There's something wrong with the size of the lapel."

……

He finished criticizing one and threw one.

Ji Qianchen took over one design drawing after another, his face drooping and stained with mist.

What? No one is qualified?

Is she really that bad at painting?

Silence for a few seconds.

Ling Xiao's cold and low voice was soft and floating, and he said, "well, this is a good one."

"Which one?" Ji Qianchen quickly grabs his arm and takes a look.

Ji Qianchen suddenly petrified on the sofa.

"Do you think I draw well or do you grow well?" Ji Qianchen asked with his back crossed and his teeth clenched.

Ling Xiaohan holds the picture of him and looks at it with satisfaction.

"Not bad."

"Shameless!"

Ji Qianchen hurriedly took the picture out of his hand with a red face.

Recently, I don't know what's wrong. When I draw a design draft, my mind will automatically pop out of Ling Xiaohan's handsome face. With a silly smile like a flower, she will start writing crazily and make this handsome face impressively on the paper.

Seeing that she was so embarrassed, Ling Xiaohan reached out his hand to her waist and put her in his arms. "Am I wrong?"

The handsome face close at hand is magnified infinitely in Ji Qianchen's pupil.

She even breathed slowly half clap, small hand in front of his warm heart, uneasy.

“……”

She didn't know what to say or what to answer.

The cute little wild cat will turn into an egging cat in front of the president of Ling Da, with drooping fur.

Ling Xiao looked down at her charming pink lips with a cold chin, and couldn't help holding her chin.

Ji Qianchen seems to have expected what he wants to do next?

Sure enough.

A hot kiss fell into her lips.

Ling Xiaohan holds her waist with his other hand and clasps her tightly in his arms. The thin and cool lips stick to her pink lips. The tip of his tongue Prys off her lips and teeth and gently grinds them.

This kiss is tender and affectionate.

At the moment, he is no longer the cold president, but a warm husband who loves his little wife.

Servants outside the hall, covering their mouths one by one, peeped behind the door.

"Young master, young lady is very kind."

"Yes, since the young lady married our young master, he is in a better mood every day."

"I wish they would be so sweet forever."