Mo Shiyi couldn't remember how many times she refused Mo Qishan's request, and it was hard for him to keep calling to ask about it. Really... just want to make it up to her?
"Chairman Mo, I appreciate your kindness. I can't reach the position of chief designer, so you should find someone else."
Even if it was a way to make up for it, Mo Shiyi would not leave Tisifani alone. Go to Twilight and serve the Mo family!
"Shishi," Mo Qishan on the other end sighed, seeming to compromise, "Since you are so determined, well, I will reserve this position for you. As long as you are willing to come back, it will be yours." As soon as Shiyi put down her cell phone, she saw Shen Muhan walking in with a solemn expression, and the low pressure on his body had not completely faded away.
She then asked with concern: "What's wrong? You look unhappy?"
"It's okay, it's just work."
Shen Muhan had just answered a phone call in the corridor. He was so angry that he forgot about it for a moment. She entered the ward, so that Mo Shiyi could see her bad mood.
Hearing this, Mo Shiyi suddenly had an idea. She stepped forward and said to him mysteriously: "Close your eyes and give you a surprise."
"Oh."
Shen Muhan couldn't guess what she was thinking at this moment, so he He closed his eyes obediently.
Mo Shiyi casually picked up a red paintbrush and started working on the corners of the man's pursed lips while suppressing a smile.
Then use different color brushes to add icing on his nose, both sides of his cheeks, and around his eyes...
Finally, only his hair is left.
Of course, I didn't dye him with a paintbrush, but I was so playful that I took out a few more black rubber bands from my bag and tied a few braids for him without hesitation!
In fact, Shen Muhan understood something when she scribbled on his face. However, I was curious about what it would look like in the end, so I kept trying not to have an attack.
As a result, Mo Shiyi burst into laughter first and couldn't stop laughing...
Shen Muhan had a dark face and took the mirror directly from her hand. After looking at it carefully, he couldn't explain it.
Forget it, don't be angry, she is my wife after all.
"Hahaha...Mu Han, don't you think it's pretty good-looking? It's simply a work of art! Just wait, I'll take some more pictures for you!"
Mo Shiyi seemed to have opened the door to a new world, The fuss couldn't stop. After taking a frontal photo of him, I dragged him to take some more selfies!
If it weren't for the fact that she was so happy and Shen Muhan was also infected by her laughter, he would never allow her to act like this.
"Have you taken enough photos?"
Seeing her starting to delete photos on her phone, but still smiling like that, Shen Muhan couldn't bear it anymore and he couldn't bear it anymore. He moved forward and blocked her lips.
Mo Shiyi said: "!"
How could anyone take advantage of someone's danger like this? Also, the color rubbed onto her face!
But Shen Muhan felt the urge gradually, and kept deepening the kiss, forgetting that he still looked like a ghost.
Until Shen Muxue came in, she mistakenly thought that some gangster was openly bullying her sister-in-law, so she picked up a pillow and smashed it on Shen Muhan's head!
"Xue'er, it's me."
"Brother?! It's really you! No, how could you... Hahahaha! Brother, is this a masterpiece of my sister-in-law? Oh my god, sister-in-law, I didn't expect you to be such a soul painter. !"
Hearing this, Mo Shiyi was really embarrassed.
She originally planned to draw a clown, but just because she was good at designing clothes didn't mean she was good at drawing this kind of thing. As a result, the painting was damaged by accident...
Seeing that his sister, like Mo Shiyi, took out her phone to take a picture of him, Shen Muhan no longer showed any mercy this time and strode into the bathroom with a dark face. , and closed the door smoothly.
You could hear laughter outside. It was probably Mo Shiyi who shared the photos she took with Shen Muxue to enjoy together. Shen Muhan secretly shook his head helplessly.
However, just as he was washing the color on his face in front of the mirror, a familiar fragment suddenly flashed through his mind! It's strange, why does the grimace Shiyi drew for herself look so much like Shasha's masterpiece when she was a child?