Cute wife is too delicious: President, please restrain

"Ah? Oh, go now! " The busy and disoriented secretary came back: "Mo Shao, that's going to be busy."

The Secretary hurried to the door and closed the door of the president's office.

Yu shaomo leaned his slender body against the desk, glanced at Ning Qiao, pulled his tie and ordered, "come here."

Ning Qiao turned his head to see Yu shaomo, put down his pen, stood up and walked over.

Yu shaomo pulls Ning Qiao into his arms, lowers his head and kisses her. I don't know how long it took to let go.

Yu shaomo pressed his head on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "how's the painting?"

Ning Qiaoqiao gasped and slowed down after two minutes. His voice was a little low and said, "I don't know what's going on. I always feel dissatisfied with some places."

Yu shaomo loosened her, glanced at the easel over there, took her hand and walked over: "talk."

Is he going to guide her himself?

Ning Qiao was stunned, and a surprise flashed in his clean eyes.

"I can't tell what's wrong. Anyway, what I drew is different from what I thought. I always feel good."

She hasn't studied systematically, so many professional names can't be expressed.

Yu shaomo stared at her painting, frowned and said, "the lines are not smooth enough, the color is rigid, the transition is not enough, and there are problems with the virtual part."

Awesome!

Ning Qiaoqiao worships Yu shaomo. He can see so many problems at a glance.

Of course, she won't feel that her painting has been criticized. Ning Qiaoqiao directly picked up the pen and handed it to Yu shaomo. Her purple grape eyes looked at him with hope: "then teach me to draw."

Yu shaomo glanced over at her, some spoiled pinched her little face, and said high on the ground, "you can make small calculations!"

Ning Qiao smiled flatteringly and said nothing.

"Take off your suit."

Yu shaomo ordered.

"Ah?"

Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu shaomo in amazement and suddenly realized that he didn't mean what she thought. He bowed his head to take off his clothes and couldn't help blushing.

It's all Yu shaomo's fault that she's not serious at ordinary times, so it's not normal to take her!

Ning Qiaoqiao's ears were red. Yu shaomo's dark eagle eyes stared at her and didn't reveal them. He took off his clothes, picked up his pen and sat down next to the easel.

Ning Qiaoqiao ran to hang up Yu shaomo's suit, trotted back all the way and sat down next to the easel.

"According to the meaning of your painting, I'll draw it again and look carefully at my painting movements and my techniques, huh?"

Yu shaomo stared at her and said.

"Good!" Ning Qiao nodded heavily, with unspeakable excitement in his eyes.

This girl seems to admire him very much

Yu shaomo glanced at Ning Qiao, picked up his pen and sketched on white paper.

His handwriting was very fast. Even if Ning Qiaoqiao was absorbed, he couldn't keep up with his speed. Before she could see it clearly, she saw the pen in front swing back and forth, and a complete picture came out!

Ning Qiaoqiao opened her mouth like a duck egg. She was learning painting. She looked at Yu shaomo incredibly and forgot to blink.

If Ning Qiaoqiao was surprised by the last touch-up, Ning Qiaoqiao was shocked by Yu shaomo's painting.

Ning Qiaoqiao felt that Yu shaomo was more powerful than the teacher who taught them!

It is said that dedicated men are the most handsome. This sentence also applies to Yu shaomo.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his eagle eyes fixed on the drawing board, his white shirt pulled up to the middle of his arm, revealing his strong wheat skin, and his arm holding the pen slid up and down naturally.

Ning Qiao looked at Yu shaomo's handsome and unreasonable side face. He was stunned.

I don't know how long later, Yu shaomo skillfully dyed the adjusted pigment, finished the whole painting and turned it around.

Staring at Ning Qiaoqiao, who was still staring at him, Yu shaomo pulled up an imperceptible arc with his cold thin lips: "will you see?"

"Ah?" Ning Qiao suddenly regained his mind, looked at Yu shaomo, quickly took back his eyes and coughed: "well, look, look."

Yu shaomo's sharp eagle eyes flashed, put the brush on the carpet at will, raised his chin and said, "tell me, I think you can see it."

“……”

Ning Qiao raised his head and looked at Yu shaomo in surprise.

What does that make her say?

She didn't actually look at anything!

"I can't tell, can I?" Yu shaomo's bony index finger provoked Ning Qiaoqiao's chin. The remaining light in the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of the paint on his fingers. The eagle's eyes flashed and badly painted the paint on the innocent Ning Qiaoqiao's white face. His low voice said slowly: "little white eyed wolf, when I don't know you've been looking at me?"

“……”

Ning Qiao's ears turned red when he was shocked!

Yu shaomo pinched Ning Qiao's chin and took her into his arms. His dark eagle eyes stared at her: "how about it? Do I look good, huh? "

His warm breath was only one centimeter away from her. Ning Qiaoqiao looked at Yu shaomo in a daze, as if he had been cursed. A voice kept reminding her to push away the dangerous man in front of her, but her limbs just wanted to be filled with lead and couldn't move.

She is really like a... Tempting peach.

Yu shaomo's dim vision gradually became hot and suddenly burned when it fell on Ning Qiao's delicate pink lips.

His head gradually lowered

"Mo Shao!"

Lu Yao's abrupt voice suddenly interrupted all this. Yu shaomo's thin lips suddenly stopped. The eagle's eyes suddenly sank, narrowed, suddenly turned his head and stared at the door.

"Er..."

Lu Yao is petrified.

God, he even messed up the good thing of Mo Shao... He's dead!

Ning Qiaoqiao was the first to react. His white face suddenly burned like a fire. He pushed Yu shaomo away, stood up and ran outside the office.

"Ning Xiao..."

Before Lu Yao finished, Ning Qiao ran past him like a gust of wind.

Lu Yao returned to his senses and immediately received Yu shaomo's knife like eyes, shaking with fear: "desert, desert..."

"Come in and knock?"

Yu shaomo's bloodthirsty voice was almost squeezed out of his teeth.

"This... Mo Shao..."

Lu Yao bowed his head in embarrassment.

There's never been a similar thing before. Isn't Mo Shao always clear between public and private? Who knows you can't control it? You're in the office

Ning Qiaoqiao scolded Yu shaomo ten thousand times in her heart. She ran out like being chased by something. With her head down, she accidentally bumped into the secretary who came out of the secretary room.

"Sorry." Ningqiao squatted down to help pick up the documents.

"It's all right, Miss Ning. What's the matter with you?

The Secretary also squatted down to pick up the documents.