her smile is sweet

Chapter 801 He Can't Draw, He Can Only Draw Little Meows
The He family's driver took Xiao Miaomiao to the HE Group building.

Little Miaomiao got out of the car, looked up at the roof of the building, turned her head to look at the driver uncle and said, "Uncle Wang, you go home first, I will take the Qigege car to go home later."

"it is good."

It is more convenient for Xiao Miaomiao to enter the company than to go back to her own home.

No one dared to stop her from speaking, and some people respectfully called her Little Madam.

If she hadn't been concerned about the identity of the president's wife, she would have started bouncing around a long time ago.

As soon as Secretary Li walked to the elevator door, he happened to bump into Xiao Miaomiao who was carrying a rice bucket.

"Little madam, are you here to see the president?"

"That's right!" Little Miaomiao glanced in the direction of He Qi's office, "Is Qi Gege in the office?"

"Here, do you want me to go in and report?"

"No, you can go about your business, I'll just go there by myself."

After bidding farewell to Secretary Li, Xiao Miaomiao moved step by step to the door of He Qi's office with the bucket in hand.

She tidied up her clothes, put her hand on the office door and knocked twice in a serious manner.

knock --

"Come in."

With He Qi's promise, Xiao Miaomiao turned the handle and slowly pushed open the office door.

There was no sign of He Qi behind the desk, so Little Miaomiao looked around with her big eyes, and finally found He Qi on the balcony.

A man in a white shirt was sitting on a wooden chair in front of the window, with a drawing board in front of him.

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a white arm, holding a pencil in the big slender white hand to draw something on the drawing paper.

Little Miaomiao gently opened the door and walked in. She stood behind He Qi, looking at the painting in front of him.

To be precise, it is a portrait of her.

The pencil seems to be endowed with vitality in He Qi's hands, and he deftly outlines the eyebrows and eyes of Xiao Miaomiao on the drawing paper.

As early as the moment Xiao Miaomiao talked to Secretary Li, He Qi knew that Xiao Miaomiao was coming.

But the pen in his hand still didn't stop.

The two of them draw by themselves and watch by themselves, and they tacitly agreed not to disturb each other.

This is the first time for Xiao Miaomiao to see Qigege painting, and it is also the first time that he knows that besides work, he can also draw.

After He Qi stopped writing, Xiao Miaomiao spoke slowly, "Qigege, when did you learn to draw?"

"I haven't learned it."

He Qi put down the pencil, stretched out his long arms, and took Little Miaomiao into his arms.

Little Miaomiao nestled in He Qi's arms, looked at the painting in front of her, and didn't believe Qi Gege's words.

If he had never learned how to draw, how could he draw her so vividly.

"You must have learned it, otherwise why are you so good at painting?"

"It's true that I never learned to draw."

"That……"

"I drew this with my own instinct." He Qi said in a low voice, "Your face has long been imprinted in Qi Gege's heart. Even with my eyes closed, I can still draw your face."

He can't draw, but he can only draw meow.

"Seven grids..."

Little Miaomiao's heart was filled to the brim.

He Qi rested his chin on Little Miaomiao's forehead, looked at the painting on the drawing board, and said in a low voice, "Qigege drew a picture for you, why don't you draw one for Qigege too?" !"

Compared with He Qi's zero foundation, Xiao Miaomiao has learned to draw.

Seeing He Qi's earnest eyes, Xiao Miaomiao nodded, "Okay."

He Qi looked down at the thermos in the little girl's hand, "What's in it?"

(End of this chapter)