Sweet wife is too sweet: Mr.Huo, you are so fierce

"Mr. Jin, is Miss Yu pregnant?"

As soon as Anshi asked this, Jin Cheng immediately stared at him, sharp as a wolf, which made him shiver.

He said with a dry smile, "I, I talk nonsense."

"Oh, don't talk nonsense." Jin Cheng said faintly and ran up with long legs to join the fun.

There are really many onlookers. On the innermost floor, there are a group of people, probably brand makers and others. Outside, some people holding famous brands shout excitedly from time to time.

There was a lot of excitement.

The small models on the stage ranged from three or four years old to teenagers, with their own characteristics.

There was a little guy who was too young to look at the grade of three or four years old. He accidentally fell to the ground and sat on the ground looking around blankly. His fleshy face made people want to pinch.

Seeing his mouth turned, it seemed that he was about to cry. Jin Cheng subconsciously moved forward. At this time, he caught a glimpse of comfort in the corner of his eye, and he endured the impulse again.

Soon the child was pulled up by his older brother and led him on to the T-stage, which immediately won countless applause.

Jin Cheng put his hands in his pockets and pretended to be indifferent. His mind was really full of thoughts.

Anshi looked at the time several times and once wanted to remind him. However, Jin Cheng was in high spirits and thought again and again. He finally decided to cancel several small meetings in private.

Just after the call, Jin Cheng appeared behind him and said, "the next few meetings will be cancelled. I have something else to deal with. And you don't have to follow me today. "

Anshi: "... OK, Mr. Jin." It's over. Jin always has a little secret.

Jin Cheng then drove away, leaving Anshi alone in the wind.

Jin Cheng did not care about his comfort. After inquiring about it like a nutritionist, he bought a pile of ingredients and went home.

Yu Ying'er is drawing.

She was so focused that she didn't notice when Jin Cheng came in.

Jin Cheng did not disturb her. He stood behind her silently and stared at the serious painter.

Yu Ying'er seldom draws with watercolor, and Jin Cheng has hardly seen it.

I never knew that her watercolor painting was so good.

The person in the painting is him. His curly hair is slightly blown by the wind. Under the cherry blossom tree, he is holding a bunch of flowers and half closing his eyes.

The color is fresh and the artistic conception is beautiful.

Jin Cheng doesn't like people saying that he is beautiful, but Yu Yinger's description of him is really beautiful, so people can't jump out of any shortcomings.

"What do you think of me?" He made a sudden noise, paused in the painting, and then continued painting undisturbed.

At the same time, he asked, "why did you come back so early? Absenteeism for no reason, Mr. Jin. "

Jin Cheng said, "I'm the boss. What's absenteeism?"

He pulled up his chair and sat down. His body tilted slightly towards Yu Ying, and he noticed Yu Ying's obvious concession.

Although the action is very small.

Just now he made a sudden noise and couldn't make her stop writing. At this time, just leaning over, she seemed to be on guard against something and became a little absent-minded.

Jin Cheng's heart was clear, but he pretended not to know. After enjoying the painting for a moment, he still felt that he was not aggressive enough, so he said, "when is this my picture?"

Yu Ying'er said, "I imagined."

Jin Cheng glanced at her.

Yu Ying'er was silent and said, "next time, draw your picture in a hail of bullets."

It must be the beauty of attention and blood.

That was the picture she had always wanted to draw, but she had never drawn it. Just during this time, she reproduced all the pictures in her memory.

Jin Cheng didn't go further into this topic and quietly looked at her description bit by bit.