out of sync love

Fifth Young Master has actually been in a serious relationship, although the mode can't be called serious.

Mr. Tang remembered the newspaper for no reason, and asked casually, "Has the person been found?"

Tang Helian was holding the doorknob and was about to go out when he heard the words, his cynicism suddenly faded away, his whole back was covered with a layer of frost.

He kept the door half open and remained silent for a while, before saying "Let's go first", and then went out without looking back.

Mr. Tang sighed against the door panel, then continued to read the newspaper, got stuck going upstairs, changed his clothes, and took Su Mian out to work.

Two hours later, Su Mian was wearing the clothes bought by Mr. Tang, holding the mobile phone bought by Mr. Tang, and sitting on the leather sofa in the office of Mr. Tang's president. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a steep blue sky, and the clouds were particularly transparent and beautiful, just suitable for wild thoughts weather.

The child couldn't figure out the relationship between the two, and was too scared to open his mouth to ask. Seeing the debt he owed snowballed, the hole in his heart became dark, and a stinging wind blew up.

Mr. Tang was immersed in the fun of nurturing, and he took it for granted that "serious love" started like this. After signing the documents in hand, seeing Su Mian with his head hanging down on the sofa in a daze, he felt that the soft hair of a child was twirling. Also very cute.

"Are you bored?"

"Ah... no, no, no."

Mr. Tang likes children's easily startled physique. When startled, they look like soft white rabbits. Their ears tremble and their eyes open round unconsciously.

"Come, come here." Big Bad Wolf's voice was soft and amiable, but the aura around him was hard to contain. Su Mian's heart was beating like a drum, but she was still trembling, biting her lip and moving over.

"Sit." Mr. Tang pointed to his side. The desk was spacious and tidy, and a side table was added near the window, which was a little lower, and some things were neatly placed on the table.

Su Mian walked over and sat down, only to realize that it was a painting set.In other words, there are many sets of painting tools.

So is the paper, so is the pen, watercolor ink, everything is available.

Su Mian's neck seemed to be pierced by a sharp arrow, and she froze on the chair, unable to move.

"Don't like it?" Mr. Tang was a little nervous for no reason. He always felt like a kid who gave a gift to his sweetheart but was afraid of guessing the other person's heart wrongly.

"I like it." Su Mian replied softly, the sunlight that sneaked in fell on his soft lips, and the corners of the lips were a little stubborn, and plated with fine gold.

Mr. Tang turned his head in satisfaction, jingling in his heart with its own sound effect, favorability +1, nice.

Su Mian touched the high-quality sketch paper to estimate the price in her heart, and her heart was ringing, the debt was +1000.