Deliberate favoritism, the cold-faced president surrenders obediently

His deep and bewitching voice sounded, with an unquestionable sense of oppression, "Bring it here and let me see it."

Lin Qian looked a little embarrassed and changed the subject, "Let's go back quickly. It's snowing hard outside."

Li Yanxiu's eyes didn't move at all, he stared at the place where her hands were covering.

"Or we can do something else."

His face was very calm, but his eyes moved down an inch and stared at the two rabbits on his chest.

At first, Lin Qian held the drawing tightly in front of her chest, but after she reacted.

She immediately loosened her arms and subconsciously covered the rabbit on her chest.

As a result, Li Yanxiu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He leaned over and stretched out his long arms to snatch the drawing from under her arm.

Lin Qian: “…”

I knew he was a sinister and sinister man.

Li Yanxiu easily took the manuscript that she was holding under her chest and turned it over.

He glanced at her unfinished painting and frowned.

Lin Qian has a habit when drawing. She usually makes a line draft first and then modifies the details.

"With your level, you won't be able to enter the design department even after two years of study." Li Yanxiu complained mercilessly.

Lin Qian snatched the drawing and said shyly, "I haven't finished it yet."

She hasn't drawn a design for a long time.

Suddenly she picked it up. Although she was studying hard every day, she would hide in the study to practice drawing whenever she had time.

But after all, she had given it up for four years and had no idea what to do.

It’s definitely not easy to learn now.

However, this is the career she likes and wants to continue, so she must stick to it.

After practicing for so long, although she has made a lot of progress, it is normal that she is not in the eyes of men.

“Does anyone else draw like this?”

Lin Qian stroked her messy hair and whispered, "The teacher said that I have made a lot of progress..."

The man frowned, pulled his coat closer and sat down in the seat next to the woman.

Li Yanxiu looked at the woman next to him with disdain, "Didn't you graduate from a design major? How come your drawings are so ugly?"

Lin Qian argued, "I changed my major later!"

"Why did you change your major?" Hearing this, the man's face darkened.

Aren’t you clear about it in your mind?

Why do you have to ask so embarrassingly!

"I don't want to paint anymore, let's go home!" The woman said in a petty tone, and stood up to leave.

Before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed. The man stretched out his long arm and gently pulled the woman into his arms, sitting on his lap.

She suddenly fell into his arms and couldn't help but cry out. Li Yanxiu held her with one hand and picked up the drawing with the other.

He looked into her eyes and opened his thin lips slightly, "With your attitude towards learning, how could any teacher be willing to teach you?"

Lin Qian lowered her head.

“If you want to learn design well, you must learn with an open mind.”

Lin Qian wanted to refute, but couldn't say anything.

His head hung even lower.

Li Yanxiu took the drawing, picked out a brush from the brush box, and read it from beginning to end.

Lin Qian watched him paint deep and shallowly on his draft and make some revisions to her draft.

Lin Qian looked at the man who was sketching a manuscript. She didn't know if it was because of his serious concentration, but today he looked more dignified and elegant than usual.

The man's eyes were fixed on her, but his hands were on her waist, squeezing her soft flesh gently.

This brought Lin Qian back to his senses and he immediately looked away.

Lin Qian looked carefully at the places the man had modified. She had a strong ability to understand.

Li Yanxiu looked at Lin Qian who was thinking seriously and handed the paintbrush to her.

He handed the manuscript to her again and signaled her with his eyes to try drawing it.

Lin Qian held the pen in her hand, her palms slightly sweaty.

Drawing in front of the president of a leading clothing company was more stressful than taking the college entrance exam.

Lin Qian chose blue to paint the hem of her skirt, and Li Yanxiu suddenly frowned.

Holding her hand, I picked up the purple paint again and painted it on the rest of the place. The whole picture looked much more harmonious.

When it comes to clothing design, his rigorous work attitude also extends to his life.

The few tricks Li Yanxiu taught her tonight were more effective than the classes she had attended this afternoon.

Until the classroom security guard came to remind them.

“Let’s go. The lights in school are about to be turned off.” Lin Qian put down the paintbrush in her hand.

Li Yanxiu didn't respond. He took her drawing and looked at it again before nodding with satisfaction.

Li Yanxiu then spoke, "You should practice well in your daily life."

"Got it." Lin Qian agreed while packing up.

The snow outside gradually stopped.

It was already half past ten when Lin Qian followed Li Yanxiu out of the building. It was very late.

It snowed heavily in the evening, and the ground was covered with thick snow.

On a snowy night, the moonlight shines on the snow, quiet and mysterious.

There was still light snow outside. When Lin Qian went out, she glanced outside and did not see Li Yanxiu's car.

Li Yanxiu's car was parked a little far away, so they had to walk some distance away.

The road was a little slippery as it had just snowed. As soon as they walked out of the building, Li Yanxiu extended his hand to Lin Qian.

"The road is a bit slippery, be careful."

Lin Qian nodded and handed her hand to Li Yanxiu.

The two walked down the stairs hand in hand, and the whole school was quiet.

Looking at the elongated shadows of two people holding hands under the moonlight, my heart feels sweet.

It feels like a couple walking together.

It had just snowed and the temperature in the capital was a little low. Seeing that Lin Qian was wearing too little, he moved closer to her and wrapped her in his black coat.

Her whole body was wrapped in the man's breath, her shoulders were tightly hugged by the man, and her right shoulder was pressed against the man's firm chest.

Li Yanxiu held Lin Qian in his arms and walked towards the door cautiously.

The two walked neither fast nor slow, their figures blending into the snow scene like a beautiful portrait.

Her sight was half blocked by the man's coat, and she quickly reached the destination under his protection.

When they arrived at the car, the man first escorted her to the passenger seat and helped her open the door.

He helped her and said, "Get in the car."

Lin Qian crawled out of her coat, shuddered, and quickly got into the car.

Looking at the trail of footprints behind them, the marks they left on the snow trail are just like their stories, varying in depth and will never be erased in their lives.

Hearing the door opening, Li Yanxiu had already walked around from the passenger seat and got into the car.

Because he was protecting Lin Qian the whole time, a lot of white snowflakes fell on his head inadvertently.

Some of them had already turned into tiny water droplets. Lin Qian took out a tissue from her bag and handed it over.

He froze for a moment.

Lin Qian pointed to her head and reminded, "There's..."

He finally reacted, took the tissue and wiped his hair casually.

It was because of wiping it with tissue that the snow on my head melted again and again.

The water on the man's forehead dripped down along the strands of hair and along his jawline.