The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 558 Chapter 572 The sweetest thing is... 14
Tong Lu returned to her seat with a large bouquet of brightly colored roses. If the chief of staff hadn't just come in, she would have been entangled by her colleagues to raise her hands and surrender.

Putting the rose next to him and secretly slandering him, he is not afraid of being guessed to be him, trying to cause trouble?

Although he once said that she was his woman in front of Guo Ying and a rich lady, she didn't know that he couldn't disclose her now, not to mention that she had just got rid of the title of widow, and at this time passed on to her former uncle. Gossip is not appropriate at all.

Forget it, her worries about everything are white worries. He has his own ideas. To be his woman, one must have a strong heart.

As soon as he took a breath, his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the corners of his mouth were rippling.

Take it easy, chew what he said seriously, no one knows what will happen in the future, but he will hold her hand tightly to give her peace of mind, her heart is like being flattened by an iron, As long as he is willing to hold her hand tightly, she will never back down.

After thinking about it, I replied a text message to him: "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

"After work at night, stay in the living building of the Presidential Palace for dinner."

"it is good."

After work, Tong Lu came to the President's living building, and ran into the president's chief photographer, Mo Zha, who raised his camera to capture today's brightest heroine. She quickly covered her face with her hands: "Don't shoot me, don't shoot me."

Moza is the only person in the presidential palace who can move freely except for the president. He follows the president throughout the year and records his every move.His understanding of his work: record history!

As the president's chief photographer, he'll come across a lot of top-secret scenes, but whatever he hears or sees, he just rots in his stomach; none of the photos (whether good or bad) he takes during his working hours are allowed Delete, archive all;
Tong Lu didn't want to become history and be recorded and archived by him.

But Mo Zha was very interested in her today, and was running away when he heard the sound of a car stopping suddenly, and a handsome man in a windbreaker came out of the car, Tong Lu immediately pointed at Leng Yejin and said, "Shoot him, Don't shoot me."

Leng Yejin still couldn't figure out the situation, when he heard this, his brows raised, his voice was calm and unwavering, but he didn't allow any resistance: "Come here!"

Just two words, her footsteps don't follow her, and she walks towards him before her mind, she's just useless.

She turned to Leng Yejin for help: "Tell Mo Zha not to shoot me, he has been shooting me non-stop, and he can't escape."

Leng Yejin glanced at Mo Zha, but she was calm and relaxed. She took her hands and pulled her waist into her arms, generously, allowing Mo Zha to play with the art of photography at will.

Tong Lu was stunned for a moment, and his voice brushed against her ears: "Be careful that the ugly photos are recorded in the files, you will be ashamed and lost in history, just smile, what are you afraid of, you will also be the most beautiful existence in the presidential archives after a hundred years!"

He tilted his head, his eyes were full of affection and meaning.

Tong Lu's heart throbbed, she leaned on his shoulder shyly, and smiled, a little stiffly, he spared her waist, she was so itchy, and finally the smile that was fixed on the photo was very happy.

Maybe a hundred years later, when he went to look up the video files of previous presidents, he might not be able to see her smile.

Thinking about it, Leng Ye got goosebumps, don't have such an opportunity, after a hundred years, what he longs for is to grow old with his son, not looking at old photos as an immortal, thinking about a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, he The woman asked him for a love letter.

(End of this chapter)