Qiao Ruoxin sat on the sofa, holding a pen back and forth on the paper, not knowing what she was depicting.

The corners of her mouth would raise a smile from time to time, as if she was immersed in her own world.

……

Two hours later.

The office door was pushed open, and Mo Chen stepped in with a pair of long legs, and there seemed to be a trace of anxiety in his dark eyes.

Seeing Qiao Ruoxin lying on the sofa asleep, the anger on his body finally slowly dissipated.

He walked over to his desk and pressed the line on the landline: "Come in with a blanket." ”

Then, he returned to the reception area and sat on the sofa, looking at Qiao Ruo's quiet sleeping face, and the corners of his mouth hooked an elegant arc.

Mo Chen noticed a few cartoons on the coffee table.

He frowned slightly, and his slender fingers picked up the pages.

He is painted above.

Raised his eyes to look at Qiao Ruoxin who was sleeping, he was drawing him with paper and pen before?

This girlish style of painting is romantic and gentle.

The painting was the way he looked when he was working just now, and even the frowning and unhappy expression was drawn.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Secretary Jiang brought a blanket.

Mo Chen glanced at Qiao Ruoxin, who was asleep opposite, and motioned for Secretary Jiang to cover the blanket.

Secretary Jiang gently covered Qiao Ruoxin's body with the blanket, and then left the office.

He stared at the cartoon on the paper and fell into deep thought.

Qiao Ruoxin was originally versatile, and was admitted to a first-class film academy in China at the age of 16.

If she hadn't been his woman, she would have been shining in the entertainment industry by now, and with her looks, it would not be a problem to mix with a first-line star.

"Does it look like you?"

Suddenly, Qiao Ruoxin's confused and lazy voice sounded.

Mo Chen raised her eyes and looked over, she looked sleepy-eyed, delicate and lovely.

He said in a cold tone: "Not really. ”

Qiao Ruoxin wrapped the blanket tightly, sat up, and snorted lightly: "Duplicity, take it to collect, I know you like it very much." ”

Mo Chen's handsome face was full of disdain, and he looked at her lightly: "It's too ugly." ”

Qiao Ruoxin frowned and lifted the blanket on his body.

Got up, picked up the paintings, walked over, and forcibly placed them in the desk drawer.

"It must be collected, no negotiable!"

Mo Chen looked at her: "Qiao Ruoxin, in what capacity are you tyrannical here?" ”

"You know, you don't have to remind me anymore, I know I'm your most hated ex-girlfriend."

Qiao Ruoxin sat back on the sofa with an indifferent look on his face, noticing his phone.

She picked up her phone, and the moment she saw the lock screen, her heart hurt again.

The lock screen is a selfie of Qiao Ruoxin, grimacing at the camera, quirky, cute and sweet.

"Why is the lock screen of your phone still this one, it's so ugly, can you change a photo of my beauty?" There was a slight grumbling in her tone.

Qiao Ruoxin quickly entered the password, it was still her birthday, and she was immediately relieved.

Immediately, the mobile phone wallpaper that fell into her eyes made her heart tremble, it was a side face of her lying on the bed sleeping, her eyelashes were thick and curly, and she couldn't remember when it was.

Qiao Ruoxin frowned and looked at the man opposite: "Why are you not using me to make a photo of a grimace, or a photo of sleeping, so many beautiful photos of me......"

Mo Chen's cold voice slowly spoke: "That's the hypocritical you, not the real you." ”

That's right, Meimei's photos were deliberately posed by her.

"Replace it, it will damage my image." As she spoke, she was about to change the lock screen and wallpaper.

Mo Chen got up suddenly, snatched the phone from her hand, accidentally touched her fingers, and quickly withdrew his hand.

A feeling of nausea gradually came up, and he forcibly pressed it down.

The strange appearance that flashed on his handsome face was captured by Qiao Ruoxin's eyes, and he saw his discomfort.

Is it uncomfortable just to touch it? Serious enough to be like this?

Why did this man force himself to be like this???