his spring breeze

Chapter 28
"I know this well. You are the executive officer of the third group and do not have the right to manage the first and second groups. But if you are the deputy director of the headquarters, do you have the right?"

Shen Chaosheng's eyes were calm, as if he was not surprised by this decision, he said gently to the phone: "Thank you, Dad."

After hanging up the phone, he went back to the room.

There was no one around the sculpture table.

Jiang Chunhe was sitting cross-legged on the ladder, drawing pictures against the wall.

Shen Chaosheng's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he hurried over to hold the ladder, "Come down for me!"

Jiang Chunhe's heart trembled in fright. She just moved the safety ladder from the utility room next door and climbed to the top.

"You are called a soul? You scared me."

"Come down for me." Shen Chaosheng almost gritted his teeth, his brows were tightened, and his eyes were concerned.

This is the first time for Jiang Chunhe to look down on Shen Chaosheng from a high place. He looks up at her, his eyes are dark and heavy, with a worried expression, and only her shadow is reflected in the bottom of his eyes.

Jiang Chunhe felt that the taste of being superior was really good, no wonder so many people wanted to climb up.

"What are you yelling about? I'm drawing. Seeing that you haven't finished it, I'll just help you!"

Shen Chaosheng finally set his sights on Jiang Chunhe's painting.

This is a relief bark painting. After material selection, preservation, and cutting, it is constructed and shaped.

He has been painting for three days, from the dragon's beard, dragon's claws to the dragon's tail, he is meticulously pondering everywhere, but he always feels that there is a little less charm. Now Jiang Chunhe is holding a color palette and a brush in his hand to paint small white dots in the middle of the longan.

Just like the finishing touch, Huanglong, who was originally lifeless, suddenly came to life, and his majestic aura was even more impressive.

Shen Chaosheng's eyes couldn't help flashing admiration.

"I didn't expect you to play the guzheng well, and you are also good at drawing."

"Tch... This girl is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, okay? I am omnipotent!"

After speaking, he turned his head and continued to draw another dragon that was not finished.

Shen Chaosheng held on to the ladder, and there was a gentle wave of light floating between his eyebrows.

This girl is his garden full of spring, lighting up his paintings and his boring life.

Jiang Chunhe.

Jiang, Chun, and He.

Even if these three words hang on the lips and teeth, they are sweet and soft.

Jiang Chunhe stood up immediately after finishing the painting.

Before he could think about it, Shen Chaosheng's heart reached its peak again, "Come down quickly."

"Got it! What are you yelling about?"

Jiang Chunhe rubbed his ears and started to descend the ladder.

When stepping on the second-to-last step, I didn't step on it firmly and wobbled and fell down.

In the next second, he was drawn into a warm embrace.

Shen Chaosheng hugged her whole body, raised his palm and stroked the back of her head, with nephrite in his arms, and when she stood firmly and landed safely, he lowered his head and pressed his thin lips against her forehead, and he was relieved.

"What a little girl."

little girl? ?

This title seems to be quite sweet.

Oh no! ! !
What's going on in her mind?

"Why are you taking advantage of me?!"

Pushing him away, Jiang Chunhe wiped his kissed forehead with his sleeve, and raised his hand subconsciously, wanting to slap him, thinking that his hand was full of paint, forget it!
Shen Chaosheng smiled and kept the ladder away.

"Where did you get the ladder?"

"You don't care about me! By the way, how do you know that I play the guzheng well? Have you watched it?"

Shen Chaosheng didn't reply.

Jiang Chunhe suddenly remembered that when she went to Guzheng class, there was always a Rolls Royce parked at the door, and every time her class ended, the car drove away without making a sound.

"Hey, Rolls-Royce, isn't it you?"

(End of this chapter)