Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel 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."

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."