"How can zero..." Jiang Chunhua thought of Lu Xiaolai and understood something in a trance.

Zhang Yu's expression was still stiff: "how could the president know that Xiaolai Xuemei came to work in your company today?"

Jiang Chun frowned: "I said, what's the problem?"

"President he..." Zhang Yu bit his lip, choked like eating a fly, and couldn't say the words in his heart.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I just want to ask the president what he wants to do when he returns home at this time..."

"We don't care what the president wants to do. I really don't understand you!" Jiang Chun's words are a little more agitated.

"I'm not..."

"What is it? I don't know why I came here. I don't know why I asked. What do you want to do? "

Zhang Yu was angry and anxious. As soon as he was in a hurry, he hugged Jiang Chunhua in spite of three seven twenty-one, and went on kissing him.

Pro is pro up, do not dare to move, he rigidly grasp Jiang Chun painting arm motionless.

Realizing what he had done, Zhang Yu slowly widened his eyes.

Jiang Chunhua also stares at him, pushing him away with all his strength, covering his mouth with his arms and his face full of panic.

"What are you doing?"

"Spring painting me..." Zhang Yu urgently wanted to explain, "I'm too anxious. I'm sorry for spring painting... When I think of you and the president, I'll..."

"I have said that the president is here to find Xiao Lai. How can you not understand people's words?"

"I'm in a hurry! You used to like the president so much. It's not easy for me... I can't control myself when I think that the president will take you away without much effort... "

“……”

"I'm sorry for Chunhua. I didn't mean it. I promise I won't do it again!"

"Not what?"

Zhang Yu looked at her face, and her voice began to twist: "I promise that I won't kiss you regardless of your feelings in the future..."

Jiang Chun's face turned red in an instant, and he swung his arm to hit him: "shut up! Say it again! Say that again, and I'll tear your mouth

Zhang Yu ran away in a hurry and asked: "don't fight, don't fight. Do you want me to shut up or tell me?"

Jiang Chun smiles angrily and stops. He looks at Zhang Yu angrily and funny. He thinks of the kiss just now, and his face turns more and more red.

"Spring painting... I'm wrong..." Chang Yu tries to approach.

"Forget it. The president came for the sake of the school. My feelings for the President... "Jiang Chunhua lowered his eyes." when I promised to marry, it was over. "

Zhang Yu came to her and held her hand: "spring painting, there will be no such thing in the future, I will always be with you."

Jiang Chunhua looked at him and nodded heavily: "Hmm!"

"Really? Have you promised to be with me Chang Yu is as happy as a child of 200 Jin.

"When did I promise you?"

"Just now! You nodded! "

Jiang Chunhua blushed and gave a low smile, hugged him and whispered "thank you" in his ear.

Zhang Yu hugs Jiang Chun's painting and whispers her name over and over again.

In the office, Lu Xiaolai was biting the tea cup, looking at the direction of their disappearance without blinking.

It wasn't long before Zhang Yu sent back Jiang Chun's paintings.

Lu Xiaolai looks curious and stares at them all the time.

Zhang Yu takes Jiang Chunhua back to his desk. As he walks outside, he passes by Lu Xiaolai. With a lift of his chin, he flicks his tongue at her.

"Good Xuemei, I'll invite you to dinner later."

？？？ Lu Xiaolai is full of questions.