After the first movie: the president's husband takes it home

Chapter 451 Clothing Conference 9
On the phone screen was a picture of a man.

He was wearing a black suit, with extremely sharp narrow phoenix eyes, standing there with a terrifying aura.

And the expression in his eyes is very frightening, that handsome face is as beautiful as the most perfect sculpture.

Cool and handsome, with a boundless momentum.

You can tell who it is at a glance.

Pei Huai'an's smiling face froze instantly, and for some reason, he felt his heart tingle a little uncomfortable.

When Song Chujiu saw this screensaver, she was speechless.

She rolled her big eyes: "This Jiang Chenxi!"

"This screen saver must have been changed by him yesterday, and he must have turned off the phone."

"No wonder I said why my phone didn't move all night yesterday."

After she finished speaking, she looked helplessly at Pei Huai'an and said, "Sorry, maybe he touched my phone yesterday while I was taking a shower."

Pei Huai'an looked at her with peach blossom eyes, and suddenly fell silent.

He could see that although Song Chujiu complained, there was no complaint in the depths of those peach eyes, instead there was a familiar feeling of flirting among lovers.

He didn't know why, when he saw her familiar expression and the arc of her lips, he felt very dazzling.

There was a wicked smile on his lips, and he said lazily: "Once the beautiful girl leaves, I will miss you to death. It's really lonely without you at night."

What he said was half-truth and half-false, his eyes were slightly lowered, and the emotion in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

Song Chujiu froze for a moment, then put away the phone with a smile, without any intention of changing the screensaver.

"Come on, are you still lonely?"

"With a wave of your hand, how many women throw themselves into your arms."

"By the way, what happened to you yesterday?"

Song Chujiu didn't take it to heart either.

Naturally, he didn't notice the flash of hurt emotion in Pei Huai'an's delicate peach eyes.

His eyebrows and eyes were so delicate that male and female could not be distinguished, but those charming peach blossom eyes had a bit of naughty mischievousness.

Those thin lips and sharp-edged chin made his whole face unbelievably handsome.

He lazily said, "Of course I've done what I did yesterday, don't you feel relieved when I do it?"

"Where are you going to draw the design today?"

"You...can you finish the painting in such a short time?"

Pei Huai'an's eyes were full of worry for the sacrifice.

"If you can't finish the painting, don't force it too much. It doesn't matter if you lose."

Pei Huai'an paused, and couldn't help but add: "I said, there are big beautiful girl model competitions at any time, but there is only one body. No matter how much you want to win, don't stay up all night."

There was a hint of concern in his peach eyes.

When Song Chujiu heard what he said, the corners of Song Chujiu's lips curled up: "Well, I see."

"I'm still looking for a place to draw the blueprints, and I didn't bring any tools with me."

"I……"

Before she could finish her sentence, her cell phone rang.

After two rings, the phone was connected.

Wang Anlai's voice was on the other side of the phone.

"Hi, Miss Song, I'm Wang Anlai."

Song Chujiu hummed, and his brows stretched: "Yes, I know."

"What's the matter, what's the matter?"

she asked curiously.

Wang Anlai smiled, and said respectfully, "That's right. On behalf of the Jiang Group, I have something to talk to Miss Song about."

Her tone was very serious.

(End of this chapter)