"Yes, you are still a child yourself, how can you have a child!" Gu Nianchen compromised with a good temper.
Cen Zhiqiao was then satisfied and turned around to go into the house to take a shower. Gu Nianchen's smile gradually faded. He picked up his cell phone and made a call: "Uncle Fu..."
The meeting time was set for the evening of the third day.
In the past two days, the Gu couple had instilled in her countless thoughts about getting married and having children. In order to avoid being bombarded by the three elderly people including Cen Shanfang, Cen Zhiqiao hid in Gu Nianchen's office.
She couldn't resist the urge to get married and create a new man. She just didn't understand why she suddenly became anxious.
She was huddled on the sofa, doodling casually with her drawing album, which was a bit boring. It was in the evening, and she looked up. Gu Nianchen was still reading documents, buried in a pile of papers, and occasionally looked up at her, and then
Just continue working with peace of mind.
The afterglow of the sun fell on his shoulders, covering his whole body with a warm halo. Somehow, this scene looked very warm. Cen Zhiqiao sat sideways and watched quietly, feeling that
The head ripples one after another.
How can it be so beautiful?
She propped her head up with her hand and looked at it for a while, then her other hand moved unconsciously. The pen in her hand rustled, and she drew every stroke very carefully.
Forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, plus angular face and thick black hair...
It's so perfect, like a work of art.
"What are you doing?" She was intoxicated when Gu Nianchen's deep voice suddenly sounded above her head, startling her and causing the drawing book in her hand to fall to the ground.
"Ah, my notebook." Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly went to get it, but Gu Nianchen picked it up first.
Cen Zhiqiao suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, secretly photographing and painting...
"I really didn't know that my wife loves me so much."
Although it is an essay, every stroke is very serious. It can be seen that it is written with care. Gu Nianchen looked at it quietly for a moment, feeling warm in his heart, as if her hand was touching his chest. He couldn't help it.
, bent down and held her whole body in his arms.
"Hey, the door is not closed, what are you doing!"
Cen Zhiqiao pushed, but he didn't move at all, and even tightened his arms as if to demonstrate: "I hug my own wife, who dares to have any objection?"
Cen Zhiqiao was speechless. His words were always so overbearing that she had no way to refute, so she let him hug her for a while.
When he stood up, the page was torn out by him at some point. Cen Zhiqiao frowned: "Give it back to me, that's mine."
Unexpectedly, Gu Nianchen just smiled, took out the piece of paper, took the pen from Cen Zhiqiao's hand, lay on the table, and started drawing too.
Not knowing that he could draw, Cen Zhiqiao curiously leaned over to take a look. After just one glance, he burst out laughing.
"What are you drawing? It's so ugly..."
Immediately, a sharp gaze glanced over.
"I mean, the person you drew is really not very handsome." Cen Zhiqiao was busy explaining, but his words were extremely feeble.
Because the following man's words almost made her choke to death in one breath.
"I painted you."
Forehead...
"Gu Nianchen, you really praise me." Cen Zhiqiao trembled his lips and gritted his teeth.
"I also know that I painted you so beautifully. It's okay. You don't need to be too grateful to me. Just put it away." He said it lightly. If Cen Zhiqiao hadn't seen his masterpiece, I couldn't imagine that he wouldn't change his mind after meeting him.
It makes me jump to say this.
Seeing him take out her wallet, she immediately screamed: "What are you doing with my wallet?"
This person is really becoming more and more unconscious, looking through other people's things casually.
But the man looked innocent: "Of course I put this painting in your wallet. If you don't want it, then I'll keep it."
Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly let go of his hand: "Who said I don't want it anymore? You are so good at painting, I will definitely keep it."
"That's right, if you look at my handsome face all the time, your mood will become very good."
Cen Zhiqiao was completely speechless, "Gu Nianchen, how can you die without being narcissistic?"
It was past six o'clock when he left the city hall. As soon as he left the house, he took a call from Cen's father and told the two of them the best time and place. After hanging up the phone, Gu Nianchen gave instructions to his secretary Zheng Xue.
"I have already signed the bid review documents and placed them on the table. You can bind them before get off work and submit them to the Provincial Government Office tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I understand." Zheng Xue responded and said goodbye to the two of them: "Goodbye, Mayor Gu, and goodbye, Miss Cen." She turned around and entered the office.
When they came out with the documents, the two of them had disappeared. They took them to the binding room. As soon as they entered the door, a figure rushed towards them.
"Ah--" Zheng Xue didn't care. The documents in her hand were scattered all over the floor, and she fell to the ground. She immediately exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone coming, I'm sorry..." The woman's apology came, and she was about to come forward to help her. Zheng Xue then raised her head and saw a familiar face. She
I was surprised.
"Miss Chu? Why are you here?"
Chu Qiao also pretended to be surprised: "Minister Su's secretary is busy, so I came over to help him get the documents. I didn't expect to bump into you. I'm really sorry."
Zheng Xue stood up and said, "It's okay. I'm just embarrassed. I just came in without knocking."
As he spoke, he knelt down to pick up the scattered papers.
"Let me help you." Chu Qiao took the opportunity to squat down. One of her legs was inconvenient, so she leaned on the corner of the table, while her eyes quickly scanned through a pile of documents.