C470 The Happy Night Chief
C470 The Happy Night Chief
Ye Junhao had a smile on his face. "Alright, then I won't say anything. If they heard you speak up for them like this, they would probably be very grateful."
"Ridiculous!"
After thinking for a while, Ye Junhao said, "Jun Che and the others can help you a lot. If you need help, just ask them. No one will dare not to help you."
"I know. I keep feeling that I am using you, the tiger, to bully their fox."
"We are a team of foxes and tigers."
Mu Chuchen could not help but laugh.
After the meal, the family of three stayed in the hotel's presidential suite for lunch.
Since Chuchen could not do anything now, in the afternoon, she brought her son back to the company with Ye Junhao. Ye Junhao was busy with his work, so she was busy making up paintings for her husband.
Mu was very quiet when his father was working, but he saw his mother sitting in front of his father's desk, looking at his father drawing his father. He also asked for a pen and paper, sat next to his mother, and drew his father.
How could the little guy know how to draw? As he drew, he drew in a messy manner. He did not even know what he was drawing.
After Mu Chuchen drew for a while, she looked up and focused on her handsome husband opposite her. She drew his expression into the painting, making his drawing look very charming.
Ye Junhao seemed to be seriously handling the documents. In fact, when Chuchen lowered her head, he was secretly laughing.
The reason he asked her to draw him was to let her look at him seriously.
After being stared at by his wife for an entire afternoon, Ye Junhao's mood was so beautiful that the author could not find any words to describe it.
Maybe it was because he was in a good mood, but Ye Junhao's work efficiency was very fast.
It was not time to get off work yet, he had already finished his work.
After he was done, he looked at the time. It was still early to get off work. He picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ming Yu.
After that, he got up and leaned over half of his body to the front of Chuchen, looking at her painting.
She had already finished painting his facial features.
"Father."
Mu, who had drawn a few ghost talismans, threw his pen away and climbed onto a chair. He also came over to see his mom draw his dad. When he saw that his mom drew a very similar dad, the expression on the little guy's handsome face was hard to put into words.
Why did he like his father the most, but could not draw his father's appearance?
But his mother was able to draw his father. Was it because his love for his father was not as deep as his mother's?
"Wife, you must be tired. Let's stop for a while. Let's just do this one. The profile picture is pretty good too."
Ye Junhao waited for Chuchen to stop writing. He pulled her hands up and rubbed them a few times with a heartache.
"That's fine. Let's use it as the profile picture."
Chuchen pulled her hands back and took the portrait to hand to her man. "My hands are raw. The painting is not very good. Hubby, take a look. Are you satisfied?"
"I am satisfied with all the paintings you have drawn."
Ye Junhao took the painting happily and said happily, "Even if you draw it like Mu, I still like it very much."
Chuchen looked at her son's painting....
Mu looked at his own painting.... What did he draw? He did not know either.
Seeing her son's sad expression, Chuchen quickly praised, "Mu's painting is also very good. Let Dad frame Mu's painting and hang it in Dad's office."
Mu looked at dad.
Chuchen also looked at Jun Hao.
Under the gaze of his wife and son, Ye Junhao calmly took his son's ghost talisman. He praised in all seriousness, "Not bad. Mu's drawing is really good. Dad also took it to frame it. Hanging it in our room, we can see it every day."
Mu immediately cleared his mind and said confidently, "Father, I want to draw a lot of paintings for you."
Ye Junhao replied with a smile, "Okay."