Flash marriage president is too dominant

But when I think about it, Rino can also guess that this woman must come in full set, with all kinds of expressions, casual formal clothes and all kinds of clothes!

It's time to wear pajamas next time!

She wanted to tell Feng Yimo in this way that he was engraved in her heart and mind. Therefore, it can accurately capture every look of him.

Staring at the painting, it was like seeing the beloved opposite. Even she felt a special feeling.

The more you look at it, the more lino feels that something is wrong.

But where? She couldn't tell! And unlike the shock of seeing the portrait for the first time, this time, her state of mind was obviously too peaceful.

I don't know when she plans to deliver it. What does she want to do next?

The Mou Guang inadvertently turns, Li Nuo's sight follows a meal: This is——

When she raised her hand, she brought the picture to her eyes and rubbed it hard across the glass. With a flash of intelligence, the corners of her lips couldn't help flowing a little light smile:

i see!

Feng Yimo waited for an important fax. When he entered the door, he found Li Nuo half squatting on the ground, opposite against the wall, and another oil painting of his portrait.

After a meal, Feng Yimo shook a God: "here again? This is because I was expelled from the Artists Association. Are you going to become my royal painter? "

Joking, Feng Yimo went to his desk, retracted the fax documents into the drawer, and picked up the phone:

"The fax machine in my office is broken. Find someone to check it for me this afternoon! At two o'clock, there is another fax from the West Asia company. Yes, an agreement and a copy. Help me receive it! "

After hanging up, he came over: "I ordered eggplant, tomato, beef and fruit plate. Is there anything else I want to eat?"

Pulling her up, Feng Yimo glanced at her and frowned: "cold treatment seems to be useless! I don't know when it will be delivered? Why not destroy it? "

Crooked his head, Rino glanced at him: "then why don't you destroy it?"

The Secretary said he put them together!

Ha ha, with a smile, Feng Yimo took her inside: "if you destroy it, you will receive it. Are you willing or not, it's not equal to receiving her?"

He didn't move because he didn't think of how to deal with it so that he wouldn't be involved and intersect. So he didn't have animation, and he didn't even call her to stop this behavior.

Because telephone contact is also a kind of disconnection. Moreover, he doesn't like to owe people, even such people.

I thought she should know herself if she didn't pay attention! Unexpectedly, she hasn't asked. She will send it one after another, and it's so frequent!

The strangest thing is that she didn't ask him anything except for sending the paintings, and she didn't even have a phone call. In this way, he really didn't dare to move these paintings easily. Don't rely on him for a few paintings one day!

"I just don't know what she's doing this time? I don't know whether it's appropriate to return the painting or burn it all! "

Holding her little hand, Feng Yimo explained to himself and shook it hard:

"No matter what the state of the painting is, no matter how much she gives, it won't change anything! Rejection is also a constant intersection of involvement, which is not much better than indifference! Or is my wife so smart that she can help me find a better solution? "

Two people gossip at home, and their thoughts coincide.

Tilted his head, Rino thought for two seconds: "suddenly I found that I made a mistake!"

"Uh?"

"Husband, are you reminding me that I shouldn't come up for dinner?" Should she just ignore him and protest?

The next second, change the letter to Mo and say nothing directly: this thinking is jumping too fast!

Just about to say something, there was a knock at the door. One of them went to the door and the other went to the bathroom. After a while, Feng Yimo came in with a food box and placed it. The two began to eat.

He never treated his belly badly. He enjoyed the hot food. At the same time, he didn't forget to turn around.

After lunch, knowing that she had the habit of taking a nap, Feng Yimo also went to bed and accompanied her for a while: "go to sleep! Call you five minutes in advance! "

"Yes!"

Because she had light makeup on her face and a suit on her body, Li Nuo was used to throwing another layer on the sheets, which was specially used for nap. With him around, she was always inexplicably relieved. Soon, both of them narrowed over. Set the timing, as soon as the mobile phone vibrated, Feng Yimo opened his eyes, eased down, looked at the time, and then slowly woke her up.

Afraid of being hit and hard to explain, before going out, Rino took a Russian document prepared by himself from his house. At the door, Rino thought of something and turned back:

"President -"

Feng Yimo looked up, but heard Li Nuo say, "I think since it's your intention, you'd better hang it up! The paintings with heart are worth appreciating! "

what do you mean?

When Feng Yimo came back, Li Nuo also opened the door and went out.

Like a bomb dropped, Feng Yimo's heart was at sixes and sevens for a long time. His sight fell on the painting in the corner and didn't move for a long time:

CEO? She called her president? What does this sentence mean? The truth and the irony? Get angry with him? Or something?

My heart is fluffy, sealed with a feeling of being on pins and needles.

Soon, the secretary came in and put forward some afternoon's schedule and arrangement. Feng Yimo was half in a trance: "OK, I know!"

Then he signed the document on one side, handed it back and waved his hand.

As soon as the secretary turned around, he saw the painting wrapped in paper in the corner, but this time, it was obviously rough. When he saw that the outer packing box was still there, he turned back and asked:

"President, does this painting always go to the storage room?"

As soon as he got back to work, he was pulled back by the secretary. After thinking about it, he said, "no! I'll deal with it later! "

As soon as the door of the room was closed, it was sealed with desert and some disorderly fried hair: did he do it or continue to send it to the cold treatment? Really, before leaving, I gave him a thorn.

If we don't know how to deal with Yin Lanxi's attitude, we don't want to understand. At that moment, Feng Yimo was like a great enemy to this decision. For fear that he would be wrong, he added fuel to the fire.

Picking up his cell phone, he sent another message to Rino: [baby, what do you mean by that...]

At the other end, Li Nuo suddenly rolled his eyes: [stupid!]

It means literally! She brought it up to this point. Doesn't he understand? Stupid forget it!

As soon as I saw what I received was a small expression, the words that jumped out were still "stupid", and Feng Yimo was even more confused.

Still don't understand, Feng Yimo didn't dare to deal with it without authorization. Carrying the painting, he directly found a corner in the lounge and put it down.

Soon, the secretary sent a fax and held a meeting. Feng Yimo couldn't help but wander again. Playing with his mobile phone, he unconsciously turned to Li Nuo's number and sent her a message:

[baby]

A woman's heart, a submarine needle, can't understand. He has no bottom in his heart!

What exactly did she mean by that?