Domineering president's special love

When Chu Mo arrived, Shi Qinghuan was still painting on the shelf.

"Chu Mo!"

In a low voice, Chu Jingbo waved to Chu Mo and pointed at it“ Qinghuan baby is up there. "

Chu Mo had seen it and used to rub his nephew's bare head.

"Tut, the hair is growing out... It's a little pricked. Let the little monk in the temple shave it for you later."

"Hum."

Chu Jingbo puffed his cheeks and stared at him.

"You still let me shave my head. Are you going to let me be a little monk here all my life?"

Oh

Chu Mo smiled silently, "go with your senior brother. Don't delay my date with Qinghuan baby, will you?"

"Oh, goo..."

Chu Jingbo muttered that although he was dissatisfied with his uncle, he was obedient. When he left, he still clenched his fist and cheered his uncle, "fourteen, you have to cheer."

Fourteen?

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows. This little thing... Is getting more and more amazing.

Seeing his nephew wriggling away with his little meat, Chu Mo sank and walked towards Shi Qinghuan.

Chu Mo climbed onto the shelf and saw Qinghuan squatting there, drawing a picture on the mural with a pen stained with paint. She is very focused. The sun is the strongest time of the day. Her head is covered with sweat.

The sweat on the eyelids will slip into the eyes.

"Cough."

Chu Mo coughed and made some noise to attract Shi Qinghuan's attention. He was afraid that she would be frightened by the sudden passing.

If you scare her and fall off it, it's not fun.

Qinghuan was stunned and turned slowly. Seeing Chu Mo, his expression didn't change, so he turned to continue painting.

For a moment, Chu Mo felt

Qinghuan was unhappy. She felt powerless all over. This state rarely appears in her. So, what is Qinghuan for?

Is it because of Huo Zhanbei?

What happened to Tang Beibei finally made Qinghuan sad?

Thinking so, Chu Mo feels strange... If it's true, should he be happy? Or should I be angry? He wants Qinghuan to break up with Huo Zhanbei, but he doesn't want Qinghuan to care about Huo Zhanbei.

Thinking about this, Chu Mo bent down and squatted beside Shi Qinghuan.

He pulled his sleeve and leaned towards Shi Qinghuan.

Shi Qinghuan frowned slightly and felt him approaching. He only said faintly, "can you... Don't say something inexplicable to me? I don't have the energy to talk to you. "

Chu Mo naturally knew what she meant.

Chu Mo nodded, "well... Not today."

He had already raised his hand, pulled his sleeve, and came up to Shi Qinghuan's face

Gently wipe the sweat off her face, especially around her eyes.

Shi Qinghuan was stunned. He... Just wiped her sweat?

Chu Mo raised his watch and looked at it. "Well... It's already noon."

When Qinghuan frowned, he knew something... It was probably Chu Jingbo who told Chu mo.

She lowered her eyes and sighed, "don't persuade me to eat. My business... Let me do it by myself, will you?"

Her mood was really quite low.

Chu Mo was not sure what she was doing.

Just nodded silently, "OK."

He took out a brush from the pen box on the ground, looked at the Mural Drawings beside him, and asked, "is it to paint inside according to this...?"

“……”

Shi Qinghuan was stunned and looked at him, "HMM."

Chu ink hooked his lips and smiled faintly.

He took the pen stained with paint and didn't speak. He painted directly on the mural.

Shi Qinghuan was stunned and looked at Chu Mo in surprise.

This kind of Chu ink is also something she has never seen before.

For a moment, Shi Qinghuan suddenly. The man who once fell in love with her has even experienced life and death, but she doesn't seem to know him very well. So, does he also know painting?

Looking at Chu Mo's gesture of holding the pen and the stroke of writing, Shi Qinghuan knew that he was not just scribbling casually.

"You..."

Shi Qinghuan was surprised and asked.

"Can you draw?"

"Huh?"

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, but his eyes were still staring at the murals.

Nodded and shook his head“ See who you compare with. Compared with painters, I'm just at the entry level. Compared with Jing Bao, I'm... Probably a master. "

“……”

When Qinghuan was stunned, his expression suddenly loosened.

She lowered her head. "I don't know. You have so many skills."

Chu Mo smiled, "I didn't hide it. Mr heavy machinery heavy industry, I'm also a painter, but... It's just different from the picture you drew."

He suddenly turned to Shi Qinghuan, "Qinghuan, in fact... You really don't understand me, so do you want to get closer? Look more carefully? "

“……”

When Qinghuan's heart jumped, he quickly looked away.

Seeing her like this, Chu Mo sighed silently and shook his head.

"OK, I won't say."

Chu Mo stopped talking, but suddenly took a few more brushes and looked around. At present, there was no one around. He picked up his pen and skillfully outlined on the wall

It doesn't look like he's coloring.

Shi Qinghuan frowned and looked over.

In the blank position of the mural, there is already a girl smiling... Lifelike and impressively appeared.

“……”

Shi Qinghuan was stunned. This is her! Chu ink painting is so vivid that it seems to have been described thousands or thousands of times in the bottom of my heart.

Chu Mo turned his head and looked at her. "Do you recognize it?"

Do you recognize it?

Of course, I recognize it.

Shi Qinghuan knows very well that this girl is her... Not Tang Mianmian. Her curly hair is completely spread out, soft and unrestrained like seaweed. However, Tang Mianmian always braids his hair and hangs quietly on his side.

Why? Why?

When Qinghuan's heart beats like a drum, why is Chu Mo like this?

She looked at him with determination. Is it really as he said... The person in his heart now is her?

At the bottom of my heart, I palpitate uncontrollably.

But, no, No.

Although Shi Qinghuan didn't like Tang Mianmian and thought she was too gloomy and calculating, none of these could be the reason why she stole Chu Mo!

She kept silent, and Chu Mo kept looking at her.

That look, also more and more deep.

"Qinghuan, this is you... I painted it all for you."

Then Chu Mo stretched out his hand to her.

"Qinghuan, come here... Come to me, will you?"

His clean palm spread out towards her, and his expectant eyes fell on her.

When Qinghuan powder, the lips are slightly open, and the breathing gradually becomes rapid.

As a matter of fact, she now... Wants to find a hug. She's so sad! The grief brought by Wen Xiaoshan's appearance makes her support herself. If she doesn't support herself well, she will die!

The man in front of her was the one she loved deeply.

They had the strongest time togethe