Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy

Chapter 2002

Life suddenly returned to a single way. Fresh air, the fragrance of birds and flowers in the morning, nature's vitality, all will give people a peaceful mood.

Creamy had never experienced this kind of primitive life before. She did not bring a pen or a drawing book with her on this trip. However, an ordinary pencil and a notebook were enough for her to pass the time.

Lyre followed closely by her side. As Creamy moving her fingers, a beautiful painting came alive on the paper. Lyre exclaimed in admiration. She felt that Creamy had only drawn randomly at the beginning, but slowly, the linesturned into a picture that she could not understand and learn. When the whole scene appeared, it was already an extremely beautiful painting.

"Emma, your hands must have been kissed by God. Otherwise, how could a few simple strokes allow people to separate the nearby and distant scenery? Even a vulgar person like me would find it inconceivable." The more Lyre looked at it, the more she felt that she did not have any artistic talent. She was extremely ashamed.

Creamychuckled. Then, she used her hands to make a camera and pretended to take a photo forLyre. "How about I draw you in and give you as a

gift?"

"Really? Emma, thank you. Please paint me more beautifully." Lyre was a little excited. She quickly adjusted her collar to make herself more energetic.

Creamy smiled and said, "You are already very beautiful. You are exceptionally handsome."

Lyre smiled even more.

Creamylooked up from time to time and sized up Lyre. The tip of her pen smoothly outlined her facial features. Very quickly, an expression that looked like Lyre's appeared on the paper. She only drew Lyre's upper body which merged with the scenery. There was no color filling it. It was only a single black color, but it had already painted Lyre's smile very vividly.

After Creamy finished painting, she tore off the page and handed it to Lyre, "Here you are. I have never been confident in portrait painting. See if it looks like you."

Lyre hurriedly picked it up with both of her hands and looked carefully. Then, she scratched the back of her head and said, "You drew me so beautifully. Do I look so good when I laugh?"

"It's even more beautiful than the one in the painting. No wonder Jensen never forgets about you." Creamy teased her with a smile. Lyre's face was flushed red with embarrassment. She suddenly realized that Tinge, who had just returned from training, was walking over wearing a T-shirt. His handsome face was covered in hot sweat. He was tall, sturdy, and extremely charming.

"Emma, why don't you draw your sweetheart? This is a very meaningful thing. If you give him a painting, he will definitely keep it for the rest of his life." Lyre immediately teased her.

Creamy's beautiful eyes were filled with affection as she looked at Tinge who was walking this way. Then, she whispered, "I don't dare to draw him." "Why?" Lyre was stunned. Creamy did not dare to draw Tinge, but she drew her so vividly with just a few strokes.

Creamy's face was filled with distrust. She compressed her lipsand sighed softly, "I'm afraid that no matter how I draw, I'm not satisfied. Rather than being afraid of being lost, it's better not to draw."

"Oh, I understand. Tinge is already hidden in your heart. You don't need to draw him at all." Lyre laughed heartily.

Creamy quickly reached out to cover her mouth. This shy action, an expression that she was eager to conceal, was seen by Tinge. He immediately walked over with a smile on his face and asked them curiously, "What are you guys talking about? You're chatting so happily."

"Nothing... nothing." Creamy's pretty face was flushed red. Lyre quickly said tactfully, "Emma, you guys talk. I'm going to see what Jensen is doing."Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Lyre held the painting and happily left. Tinge saw Creamy put her hands behind her back. His tall body leaned forward her with an oppressive aura, "Let me see what's hidden in his hand."

"Nothing much. I drew a few random paintings." Creamy's beautiful eyes flickered, but she did not dare to look into the man's eyes. In fact, when Lyre came to look for her, she I already drawn a picture of Tinge in

had

the room. However, the painting was somewhat unsatisfactory, and she did not dare to show it.

"Oh? Let me see. I haven't seen your paintings yet." Hearing this, Tinge became even more interested. He stretched out his long arm and was about to snatch it from her back.

Creamy was no match for him. She obediently let him take away the book. The man opened a page and looked at it. His eyes darkened as he smiled. "It's a good painting. You're very talented. If we have a daughter in the future, she will definitely inherit your talent for painting."

Creamy blushed and whispered, "Who wants to have a child with you?"

"If you don't want to have a baby with me, who do you plan to have a baby with?" Tinge was shocked, and then he looked at her with resentment, "Emma, you're not going to change your mind, are you?"

"I didn't." Creamy's cheeks bulged, "Alright, have a daughter and let her inherit my talent, just like I inherited my mother's talent. She is a fashion designer and is born to love painting."

"No wonder you have such a hobby," Tinge said happily as she agreed.

Creamy watched him turning page after page and looked at him seriously. When he kept on to the next page, Creamy was so scared that her Breathing stopped. She hurriedly wanted to reach out and took it back, but the man

Bov

subconsciously raised his hand. With his height, even if Creamy

jumped up, she would not be able to touch it. She glared at the man

angrily.

"Return the book to me."

At this moment, Tinge opened the next page. When he saw that there was a man on it, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. "This can't be me, right?" Creamy was extremely embarrassed. She lowered her head, put her hands behind her back, and kicked the stone with her toes. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "Yes, it's you, but I don't seem to be drawing very well. It doesn't look like you."

"Indeed, it's not like me. You've painted me too strong." Tinge couldn't help but laugh out loud. His hearty laughter revealed the happiness from the bottom of his heart.

"Nonsense, I'm not. You're not in such a good shape." Creamy retorted angrily.

However, Tinge stared at her, his voice gradually lower, "Aren't you familiar with my body?"

"What's the use of looking good? Perhaps, it won't work even it looks good." Creamy deliberately annoyed him.

"What are you talking about?" Tinge did not expect her to question his masculinity, so he immediately narrowed his eyes in displeasure, "Emma, it seems that I have to correct your dangerous thoughts."

"What do you think?" Creamy blinked her eyes and asked.

Tinge immediately pulled her into his embrace, his thin lips pressed against her ears, and he breathed heavily, "How about we give it a try tonight and see if I am good enough?"

Only then did Creamy realize that

she seemed to have touched the

bottom line of a man. He was angry. She placed her hands on her chests, and her beautiful eyes full of shyness. "Tinge, I don't mean-to question you. Actually, if you think

tonight is suitable, I don't think

object. Why don't you give it a try?"

Tinge was speechless.