Deliberate favoritism, the cold-faced president surrenders obediently

As time passed, Lin Qian's painting of Li Yanxiu was roughly completed. When the last stroke was applied to the eyes of the character, the painting was finished.

She let out a long breath and looked at the painting with satisfaction.

Perhaps she was absorbed in the painting, or perhaps it was because the painting really looked like the man in her mind.

With a handsome face and noble temperament, the man sat upright on the chair, wearing a black home pajamas with two buttons open at the collar, revealing his muscular body.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, holding a pen in his hand, carefully handling the documents in his hand, with an indifferent and deep expression.

Although he was dressed casually, it couldn't hide his powerful and oppressive aura.

The woman raised the corner of her mouth and looked at the painting with satisfaction. She was so absorbed in it that she didn't even notice when Li Yanxiu was standing behind her.

Li Yanxiu lowered his eyes to look at the painting in the woman's hand, his lips slightly raised, his words were mocking, "You made such a handsome man look so ugly, who would dare to hire you as a designer in the future."

Lin Qian was stunned. She turned around and saw the handsome face of the man magnified in front of her. She immediately hid the portrait in her hand and her face turned red as if blood was about to drip out.

She was so embarrassed that she covered her face, hugged the drawing paper in her arms, and lay on the small table without getting up.

He heard the man's chuckle behind him, and his heart was slightly moved by the woman's little interest.

He picked up the shy girl from the table and held her in his arms.

The man held her in his arms, let her lean on him, and picked up a jewelry sketch she had drawn.

He held the jewelry picture in his hand and looked at it for a while.

She is very talented, but maybe because she has just started, her ideas are rather traditional and she seems to have nothing new to offer.

Li Yanxiu stared at her face, noticing her flushed cheeks and beautiful eyes filled with water.

Lin Qian is really a simple girl, that’s why Li Yanxiu pampers her like this and even wants to pamper her more.

He used to...

I also liked such a simple girl.

He picked up the pencil on the table and filled the middle of the necklace with a few blue and red beads, some large and some small, scattered irregularly.

The tiny beads are like the finishing touch, and beads of varying sizes are strung together to outline the beauty of a woman, shy yet bold.

Lin Qian's eyes lit up when she saw Li Yanxiu drawing on the blueprint.

In Li Yanxiu's hands, this piece of jewelry lost its original immaturity, and became more refined and beautiful with a hint of sexiness in its coldness.

Lin Qian's eyes were filled with surprise. She put her arms around his neck and said with admiration, "You are so amazing."

The man pinched her cheek and said lovingly, "Is that amazing?"

She smiled with curved eyebrows and nodded heavily, "Yeah, why didn't I think of that."

Li Yanxiu raised the corner of his mouth, leaned over slightly, clasped his hands together, and said something in her ear.

Hearing this, Lin Qian blushed all the way to her neck and reached out to push him away, "Why are you so frivolous..."

"Hmm? Is this really serious, Miss Lin?" The man distanced himself from her and stared at her small hands against her chest, smiling.

Seeing this, Lin Qian hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand from her chest, but the man was one step faster than her and held her hand, covering her hand and sliding it into his chest.

The chest muscles and abdominal muscles are strong and clearly defined, and the first impression you get when you touch them is that they are solid, tall, and powerful.