The wealthy bride of the cold CEO

Chapter 40 Glimpse Heart

There is a square meter of happiness in every square meter.

Happiness is not a family living in a spacious house.

Instead, the family lives in a warm house.

[One Square Meter of Happiness] After the case was passed, it was successfully implemented. It was like a breeze that wiped away the haze of the previous case's failure. The corner of his mouth slanted coldly, and he never gave up on what he wanted to do. In this business circle of drunken lantern riddles, cold and windy, he felt that he was suitable for plundering. In family struggles, only plundering could have a place, but for her, it seemed that it was not that simple.

Since he came home, he went home coldly more and more frequently, maybe he didn’t notice it himself, when he was in the office every day, when he saw the hour hand ticking to 18 o’clock, he got used to standing up and shutting down. I got off the computer and drove home. I don’t know why home became the place where he stayed the most at night. They still didn’t have much communication as before, but they respected each other as guests.Leng Lie will look forward to a smile on Xia Qing's face, the kind of smile that can warm people's hearts.

"Master, you're back, I'll get the young lady to eat!" Zhang Ma saw Leng Lie go home.

"No need, I'll go find her, is she in the piano room or the studio?" Her favorite place to stay at home is those two rooms.

"Studio, it is said that the manuscript will be handed in tomorrow!" Zhang Ma said.

He coldly changed his leather shoes, stomped upstairs, opened the door of the studio, and saw Xia Qing was ecstatically holding a paintbrush, thinking about something.The sound of him opening the door broke the silence.

"Why are you here?" Seeing that Leng Lie had returned home, Xia Qing picked up the red cloth on the table and covered her painting.

"What are you painting, so shameful?" Leng Leng was very strange to her behavior, and she was like being found out by wearing her mother's high heels.

"It's nothing, it's not finished yet!" Xia Qing bent down to put the paint of the oil painting away, but with a stride of his long legs, he lifted the red cloth with his hands.

A black figure, with some flying dust on the background, that black back makes people really want to see what kind of face such a back is like, the black textured suit, drawn by her pen tip, really wants to touch The impulsiveness, the dark blue sky, the sky is also gray and dark, and the outline of the back is more profound.

"This is..." Standing there Leng Lie, staring straight at that figure, that familiar and unfamiliar figure.

"I named him [Lve Ying], no one knows what kind of face is behind the back, and no one knows what kind of person has such a back!" Xia Qing explained that the inspiration for this painting came from the day he returned home. When he drove her home, he turned around and left without any nostalgia, his back and the flying dust were the traces left by the Mercedes-Benz passing by. The reason for finishing the draft is because I don't know what kind of sky such a back figure should appear under.

"Lve Ying..." He murmured coldly.He didn't know why he felt a tingling pain in his heart.