Pregnant with the son of a rich and powerful boss, he tried his best to coax her

what?

Where is this?

There are still many facial details that need to be confirmed and perfected.

But the senior brother and sister didn't want to say anything at this moment. They were stared at by the boss's dark eyes without any emotion.

Tremendous stress!

My hands are shaking a little, why don’t I draw a shit?

By the way, how did this unknown woman provoke the boss?

The two of them were really curious in their hearts, but they really didn't dare to show any emotion on their faces.

"For now...that's enough for now. Let's outline the lines and make a first draft, and then revise and perfect the details later. Do you think that's okay?" Chen Xiaowen asked weakly.

Sigh... I think she is a flower in the police world. Usually in the bureau, as long as it is within her professional field, no matter how big the leader is, she is absolutely sharp-tongued, argued hard with reason, and was unforgiving... …

Why are you so timid in front of the boss?

After thinking for a long time, Chen Xiaowen finally figured out what was different?

It's momentum.

The aura exuded by the boss was so strong that it made them unable to lift their heads.

Forget it, she endured it for those imported equipment!

"Okay, you can go out and paint. I want to stay quietly by myself for a while."

Lu Beicheng's voice was emotionless and cold, but if you listened carefully, you could see a hint of vibrato hidden in it.

"Hey, good."

When the two heard this, they quickly grabbed the drawing board and ran away.

Open the tea room door.

The two of them immediately faced Yao Lingyu awkwardly, who was blocking the door of the tea room.

The three of them stared at each other for several seconds, without any reaction.

Yao Lingyu asked in surprise, "Did you finish the painting so quickly?"

The two brothers and sisters shook their heads in unison, "Not yet, Mr. Lu asked us to come out and draw."

"Oh, then you go and paint by the window, the light is good there." Yao Lingyu said with regret and anxiety in her tone, then took a step to the side and opened the door.

Seeing that she wanted to sneak into the tea room, Chen Xiaowen quickly grabbed her and whispered, "Mr. Lu said that he wanted to be alone for a while."

She could tell just now that Mr. Lu might have a really bad temper.

Even his mother treated him with caution.

Chen Xiaowen couldn't bear to look at it, not wanting this beautiful and elegant mother to have any more sadness on her face.

This is a mother's child who is like a treasure, but doesn't know how to cherish it.

It's true that a full man doesn't know when a hungry man is hungry, which makes her envious.

Hearing this, Yao Lingyu smiled gratefully at Chen Xiaowen, "That's it, then I won't go in."

She quietly took a look inside and saw her son sitting on the futon, closing his eyes to relax, so she gently closed the tea room door.

Turning around, Yao Lingyu said softly, "You go and paint quickly, I won't disturb you."

With that said, she walked back to the sofa in the living room and sat quietly.

However, the two hands were tightly twisted together, revealing the nervousness in her heart at the moment.

Before, no matter how she asked, her son refused to tell her, what did the woman look like that night?

As a result, she could only think wildly on her own.

Wu Yabai and Chen Xiaowen looked at each other and became even more curious about the woman they were going to paint today.

What on earth did this woman do?

How come it attracts so much attention?

Both of them became much more cautious when writing.

In the tea room.

Lu Beicheng allowed the familiar throbbing to travel along his heart and to his limbs.

There were waves of itching in his bones, inexplicable, unspeakable thoughts, ready to move.

The skin seems to be suffering from hunger and thirst, and it desperately wants to be close to a warm and soft body, skin to skin.

When another drop of sweat fell from his lips, Lu Beicheng suddenly stood up and turned on the speakers in the tea room. The familiar Sanskrit sounds soon filled the room three-dimensionally.

Lu Beicheng closed his eyes and listened to a piece of calming Sanskrit music. He walked back to the futon in front of the tea table and sat down cross-legged again.

He took off the agarwood beads from his left wrist and gently twisted them in his hands.

Familiar Sanskrit sounds and lingering aroma surround Lubeicheng.

Lu Beicheng muttered something in a low voice, and the six-character mantra kept coming out of his mouth, but the beads of sweat on his forehead still showed no sign of stopping, and seemed to be dripping faster.

Wisps of hot air were rising from Lu Beicheng's head, like an active volcano that had been dormant for many years. The longer it was suppressed, the crazier it would be when it finally erupted.

But now the fire that set off the volcano is in the hands of others.

……

in the living room.

After a long wait.

Yao Lingyu finally couldn't help it, and quietly walked behind the two professional painters, watching them with serious expressions and focused eyes, and sketching on the drawing paper from time to time.

On the drawing paper, a complete face was gradually outlined.

Yao Lingyu was stunned and looked at the two drawing papers from left to right. There were some subtle differences.

But there is no doubt that both of them depict a young and beautiful girl.

She is not the kind of coquettish bitch that Yao Lingyu imagined, or has an arrogant expression, or is full of calculations... She looks quite innocent and pure.

However, I don't know if all beauties are similar, but Yao Lingyu can see a trace of familiarity in this face.

She blinked in confusion and quickly filtered through her mind. The girl she knew...

Before she could think clearly, the two painters had already put down their pens.

Chen Xiaowen asked in a low voice, "Mrs. Lu, the first draft has come out. We still need Mr. Lu to confirm it before adjusting the details. Look..."

Yao Lingyu came back to her senses and said, "Oh, okay, okay, I'll call Beicheng out right now."

Yao Lingyu took another careful look at the two drawing papers, frowned slightly, and kept sifting through them in her mind, and quickly walked to the door of the tea room.

"Knock knock knock..."

After waiting for a moment and receiving no response, she opened the tea room door.

Suddenly, a burst of pure Sanskrit sounds came out, and Yao Lingyu's heart skipped a beat. Why did this child start to listen to Sanskrit sounds again?

He doesn't really want to stay pure and celibate forever, does he?

"Beicheng, the first draft is out. Come out and take a look." Yao Lingyu reminded her.

After hearing this, Lu Beicheng opened his eyes, stood up, turned off the stereo, and walked out.

Yao Lingyu looked up and was shocked, "Beicheng, what's wrong with you? Why are you so fine and so sweaty?"

In late autumn, the air conditioner was not turned on in the house, so the feeling was just normal and slightly cold, but the temperature was not so high that it would make people sweat.

Yao Lingyu subconsciously reached out and touched Lu Beicheng's forehead. The temperature was a little higher than usual, and her cheeks were a little more flushed than usual.

"Is it possible that you have a fever? Is there a thermometer in the room? Are there any other discomforts?"

Lu Beicheng pushed his mother's hand away, "Mom, it's okay, I'm not sick."

After saying that, he walked to the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet, Lu Beicheng bent down and purred, washed his face, wiped a handful of water on his head, and looked up in the mirror at the man who was so familiar yet so strange.

A stern face, with drops of water constantly dripping down, his eyes were dark, and there was an unburned flame deep in his eyes.

Is this man with a head full of beauty and obscurity still him?

How could he become like this?

Thinking of the woman who turned him into this, Lu Beicheng bit his back teeth, raised his hand to wipe his face, took out the towel and wiped the water droplets on his face and hair.

He took a deep breath and paused for a moment before walking out.