boss please let me go

In the laundry room, Su Han hurriedly fished out a piece of clothing from the drum, shook it out, looked at it, and said with a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it hasn't been washed."

"It's not good at all!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard some exaggerated wailing sounds, and then I saw a person rushing in with a mournful face.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" Seeing the person who ran to the washing machine to search for things without saying a word, Su Han was a little confused.

"My painting, where is my painting, Xiaohan, the painting you drew for me!"

Searching through the clothes in a mess, Zuo Chen was so anxious that he almost cried out when he found that he didn't see his baby.

After realizing what someone was talking about, the corners of Su Han's lips twitched, "Before washing clothes, it is natural to check whether there is anything in it. I still have common sense about this."

"Ah! Really?"

Zuo Chen hugged Su Han excitedly, leaned over and kissed that fair and tender face before continuing, "That's good, if you break the token of love you gave me, I will A lifetime of uneasy conscience."

Su Han: "..."

What the hell is a token of love?And when did he send him off?

"Go, go and help me get the painting, I want to carry it close to my body!" Zuo Chen pushed Su Han outside with a smile.

What a speechless guy, Su Han sighed helplessly, then went to the room and brought the painting as he said.

Zuo Chen took it and looked at it again and again, and smiled and smiled at Su Han.

Su Han: "..."

10 minute later.

"Xiaohan, keep your eyes on me, sit more casually, yes! That's OK."

In the living room, Zuo Chen was fiddling with the easel while asking Su Han to adjust his posture. When everything was ready, Zuo Chen stood by the easel and concentrated on painting.

After all, these tokens of love have to be made into a pair, so a certain boss also wants to make a painting for the person on his heart, so that they can see themselves in each other's eyes at any time in the future.

As for the level of this painting skill, let's wait and see!

Originally, Su Han still had some headaches about the guy who said that the wind is the rain, but seeing that person's interest was so high, he was too embarrassed to refuse, and to be honest, the painting did carry a lot of their memories.

Thinking of this, the corners of Su Han's lips curled up slightly, just to take a look at someone's level, saying that it's good to have the same hobbies as the person you like.

It was not until the eyes of the two collided silently for more than half an hour that Zuo Chen finally completed his grand masterpiece.

After tilting his head and taking a sneak peek at Su Han, Zuo Chen carefully removed the drawing paper, and a sly arc was drawn across his lips.

"Xiaohan, I'm done!" Zuo Chen excitedly walked up to Su Han, and handed over the drawing paper.

Su Han slightly moved his sore shoulders and raised his hand to take the painting.

However, when Su Han saw the content above, he really wanted to vomit blood and calm down.

"Do I look so abstract?" Su Han pursed his lips and hummed dissatisfiedly.

"Do you think my painting style is very strange and very masterful?"

"..."

"Haha! Stupid, why am I willing to draw you so ugly, this is called wanting to be proud before suppressing!"

While talking, Zuo Chen proudly took out another painting hidden behind him, and put it in front of Su Han cheerfully.

It's okay if you don't look at it, after seeing it, Su Han's jaw almost dropped in shock.

"How is it? I can draw well."

Although Zuo Chen already knew the result by looking at the little guy's expression, he still hoped to hear himself being praised, because just thinking about that feeling made him happy.

"Are you a professional painter?" Su Han looked at Zuo Chen, the light in his eyes flickered slightly.

Knowing that he was admired, Zuo Chen smugly smug in his heart, it turned out that this hobby that he thought was useless before now has added a beautiful tile to the establishment of his glorious image.

"Haha, it's the brick industry!"

Zuo Chen reached out and rubbed Su Han's hair, and said with a satisfied smile, "I just read a few books by myself, and then fumbled around, because I was under a lot of work pressure and had nowhere to vent, so I just scribbled in the office , I have become more proficient in painting over time."

Hearing this, a scene suddenly appeared in Su Han's mind. In a spacious and bright office, a stack of sketches was scattered in front of the president wearing a shirt and trousers. The hand holding the pen was sometimes wild and unruly, and sometimes gentle...

"Little idiot, what are you thinking?" Seeing the person in front of him seemed a little lost, Zuo Chen couldn't help but move his face closer.

Drawn back by the hot air on his face, Su Han couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and pursed his lips slightly, thinking that he couldn't say that I was thinking of you.

Sensing that the man's gaze was on her, Su Han blinked to cover up all the indescribable emotions, and started a new conversation, "After reading your paintings, I think your painting style is very unique."

Zuo Chen hummed happily, and then said, "It's unique, but Xiaohan is more messy, because the style of my paintings so far doesn't seem to fit into any category, but it's a bit of a combination of them in twos and threes." Feeling, haha."

"Zuo Chen, can I discuss some issues with you in the future?"

Seeing the little guy looking at him seriously, Zuo Chen was pleasantly surprised and panicked, "Of course we can discuss it, but I'm just half-hearted in this regard, and I'm afraid I'll take you into the ditch. If Xiaohan is interested, I can give you Find a professional painter."

Although I don't know why I feel a little sour in my heart, but I know that drawing is something that the little guy values ​​very much, so Zuo Chen doesn't dare to be careless. He thinks that drawing has always been only used as a way to vent, so he drew it Compared with the professional ones, it is still far away from the professional ones. Naturally, you can't just mislead your little one.

Seeing that person took this issue more seriously than himself, Su Han didn't know whether to feel guilty or moved.

"I don't need to find any painting friends, I'm satisfied with discussing with you."

"Xiaohan is confessing to me in a disguised form?"

Knowing that someone was being dishonest again, Su Han couldn't help curling her lips.

Seeing this, Zuo Chen chuckled, "I must find this painting friend, Xiaohan, don't worry, he is my friend, and he is going to hold a solo art exhibition in the city center recently, it just so happens that I have nothing to do today, I will take you there to see it first look."

For this affirmative suggestion, Su Han had almost no time to refute. After a while, Zuo Chen pulled him into the car and drove to the art museum.

When he arrived at the place, because he wanted to save Su Han from running around for a while, Zuo Chen put Su Han down at the entrance of the art museum, and then drove the car to the parking lot by himself.

While admiring the surrounding buildings, Su Han waited for Zuo Chen to come back. However, at this moment, Su Han was quietly followed by someone.