Chapter 558: 572 The sweetest thing is...14

Chapter 558 The sweetest thing about 572 is...14
Tong Lu returned to her place with a bunch of brightly colored roses. If it weren't for the chief of staff to come in, she would have to be entangled by her colleagues and surrendered.
Putting Rose aside and slandering him secretly, he is not afraid of being guessed that it is him, in order to cause trouble?
Although he used to say that she was his woman in front of Guo Ying and a rich lady, she didn’t know that, in fact, he couldn’t disclose her now, not to mention that she just got rid of the title of widow. Gossip is not appropriate at all.
Forget it, she is sorrowful for everything. He has his own opinion. To be his woman, you must have a strong heart.
With a breath, the nose is full of floral fragrance, and the corners of his mouth rippling.
After accepting your heart, and earnestly chewing what he said, no one knows what will happen in the future, but he will hold her hand tightly to give her peace of mind. Her heart will be as if ironed by an iron. As long as he is willing to hold her hand tightly, she will never back down.
After thinking about it, I replied a text message to him: "Will you eat together tonight?"
"After work in the evening, I will stay in the presidential residence for dinner."
"it is good."
After work, Tong Lu came to the president’s living building and ran into the president’s chief photographer Moza. The other raised her camera to capture today’s brightest heroine. She hurriedly covered her face with her hands: "Don’t take pictures of me, don’t take pictures of me."
Moza is the only person in the presidential palace who can move around freely except for the president. He follows the president 24/7 and records his every move. His understanding of his work: record history!
As the president’s chief photographer, he will encounter many top-secret scenes, but no matter what he hears or sees, he can only rot in his stomach; all photos taken during his working hours (good or bad) are not allowed Delete, archive all;
Tong Lu didn't want to become history and be recorded and archived by him.
But Mozha was very interested in her today and was running away. Suddenly heard the sound of the car stopping, a man in a handsome windbreaker walked out of the car, and Tong Lu immediately pointed to Leng Ye and said, "You shoot him. Don't shoot me."
Leng Yejin still couldn't figure out the situation. Hearing that his eyebrows picked up, his voice was calm and quiet, but he couldn't resist: "Come here!"
With two words, she would not listen to her footsteps, and walked towards him before her head, which was simply useless.
She asked Leng Ye for help: "Tell Mozha not to shoot me. He kept shooting me and couldn't escape."
Leng Yejin glanced at Mozha, but calmly and leisurely, holding her hand, slammed her waist, put her arms in her arms, generously, letting Mozha freely play the art of photography.
Tong Lu was taken aback, and his voice brushed over her ears: "Be careful that ugly photos are recorded in files, shamelessly in history, laugh, what are you afraid of, you are also the most beautiful existence in the Presidential Archives a hundred years later!"
He tilted his head, his eyes were affectionate but not profound.
Tong Lu's heart throbbed, and leaned against his shoulder embarrassedly, and pulled out a faint smile. The smile was a little stiff. He spared her waist. She couldn't itch, and finally fixed the smile on the photo, very happy.
Maybe a hundred years later, he would look up the video data of previous presidents, and he would see her smile.
Thinking, Leng Ye wanted to get goose bumps, don’t have such a chance, a hundred years later, what he longs for is to grow old with his son, not to look through old photos as an undead, remembering a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, he Woman asked him for a love letter.
(End of this chapter)