Misunderstanding the unspoken rules of the president

For Qingyou's art exhibition, Zhou Han personally directed the layout of the hotel, and invited some celebrities in Australia. This art exhibition must be held in a hurry to fulfill Qingyou's wish.

Oil paintings of the western United States were placed in corresponding positions. Zhou Han looked at the paintings in a daze. He never knew that a painting could also understand what emotions are, as if they had life.

Qingyou's brushstrokes are delicate and full, and the protagonists in each painting have different expressions. From their expressions, we can see the delicateness of the artist's heart. She integrates her emotions and desires into the paintings, and each painting records a person. A story, a mood.

"Qingyou, your art exhibition will definitely be a sensation!" Zhou Han praised without hesitation.

"Then I would also like to thank you for giving up the Tianhan Hotel. Tianhan's popularity is much greater than my paintings~" Qingyou smiled calmly, "Zhou Han, thank you!"

"Qingyou, you don't need to say thank you to me, as long as you can be happy, I will do anything!" Zhou Han looked sincere.

"Hehe..." Qingyou still smiled, but only she knew the pain in her heart.

"Wow~~~" Yang Yifeng walked into the hall, "That's right, it looks like that! Qingyou, you've put in a lot of hard work in the past five years!" He was also impressed by Qingyou's paintings.

Qingyou, "Why are you here, don't you have to go to work? The boss skipped work, and the employees also skipped work?"

Yang Yifeng, "That's right, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, CEO, don't deduct my salary!"

Zhou Han, "I told you to speak freely, come and help! Put these paintings on the shelf, be careful!"

Qingyou, "Both of you come out to help, isn't Zhou Yang the only one left in Tianhan? Isn't he going to die of exhaustion!"

Yang Yifeng glanced at Zhou Han, loudly said on purpose, "He is happy, and he is very efficient!" Then he whispered in Zhou Han's ear, "He hit it off with the president's little secretary!"

Zhou Han turned his head and gave him a sideways glance, "Your dog can't spit out ivory~"

"Oh, Qingyou, can the dog in your painting spit out ivory? Look at how fierce it is!" Yang Yifeng pointed at the police dog in Qingyou's painting.

Zhou Han glared at him, and wrapped his arms around his neck, "Help~~~" Yang Yifeng shouted deliberately, but Zhou Han didn't use any force at all.

"You two, stop fighting." Xia Qingyou watched the two of them fighting, as if they had returned to the time when the three of them played together when they were young. "This police dog is a great contributor. Dangerous objects, more powerful than you!"

"No wonder, it has a gold medal around its neck~" Yang Yifeng looked carefully at the police dog in the painting, and suddenly said something bloody, "Zhou Han, we are not even as good as animals!"

Yang Yifeng's joke made everyone laugh, and Zhou Han couldn't help feeling a little comforted, if only Qingyou could be kept so happy.

After dinner, Zhou Han drove his BMW to the "Summer Flowers" shop. He was busy preparing for the art exhibition these days, but he didn't see Xia Xia, so he didn't know how she was doing.

Zhou Han parked his car on the side of the road and walked straight into the flower shop, "Uncle and aunt!".

"Hey, President Zhou is here!" Dashi Ning saw Zhou Han coming in, and quickly poked Xia Xia, who was dozing beside him, and whispered in her ear, "Daughter, your boss is here!"

"Ah?" Xia Xia raised her head instinctively, her eyes half-closed, she still couldn't figure out the situation.

Zhou Han stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up with force.

"Ah~~~" Xia Xia's feet left the ground, startled, all the sleepy people ran away, "Zhou Han, it's you, let me down!"

"Are you tired from work? Dozing off so early?" Zhou Han put her down, still putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Ahem..." Dashi Ning coughed lightly, "Xia Xia, please go upstairs for a cup of tea, the president, there is no place to sit down."

"Dad, no need, he is very busy, right away..."

"Okay, thank you uncle!" Zhou Han interrupted Xia Xia, and pulled her to the stairs inside.