CEO's Kawaii Wife

After a whole night's sleep, Anyi wakes up in the warm morning light. Yesterday's is often the past style, and the inner grievances and indignation gradually dissipate. Today's Anyi, as mu zikun said yesterday, is a brand new and stronger one.

Although I think of my favorite job, I still feel a little bitter.

Drawing cartoons has always been an Yi's favorite. When she was a child, she told her parents that she wanted to be a cartoonist when she grew up. What she got was her parents' negation and hatred. Her parents insisted that drawing comics was futile, and the people who drew cartoons were sloppy and could not even guarantee her basic life. Although her parents strongly opposed it, Anyi still insisted on walking Drawing comics on the road. Among them, I got countless negations and smiles, but I insisted on anyway, because I deeply love the feeling of pen walking on the upper reaches of the paper, and was moved by the birth of one vivid character under the nib.

But now, the former colleagues are far away, the media and readers are trying to smear and criticize themselves, all of which seems to advise themselves: you give up comics

I'm not going to give up comics! Anyi firmly said to herself that if it were not for the cartoon, I would not have met mu zikun, and would not have lived such a thrilling and wonderful life. She enjoyed the changes brought about by the cartoon, although there were disappointment, disappointment, injury and abuse

However, caricature is that you are the baby, and you will carry on the cartoon to the end.

Anyi, who had a firm face, suddenly laughed again.

At the beginning, her parents said that drawing cartoons could not make money, and the people who drew them were even more sloppy. Anyi thought about herself as if she was one of the representatives. It's not that caricatures can't make money. If the themes are novel and conform to the public taste, they can still make a lot of money. There are many female painters who are very good at dressing up. Just look at their clothes. In fact, Ding Ling also advised herself to read some fashion magazines, learn how to dress and dress, and then improve the costume of cartoon characters, but she always disagreed.

A while ago, Maggie humiliated herself and always began to satirize herself with her clothes. Some media also publicized and abused her under the title of "GK president's underground girlfriend is a dirty clown duck".

Thinking of these, the smile that just appeared on his face was occupied by bitterness. Anyi patted her face and encouraged her to change herself from the beginning of wearing, so as to change her life. As for comics, one day I will be able to enter the magazine again and continue to do what I like and draw cartoons I like.

Anyi quickly got up to wash her face and brush her teeth. After breakfast downstairs, Anyi asked for a fashion magazine from the nanny, and then sat down on the sofa to concentrate on reading the magazine.

After reading a few pages, Anyi found that the beauty and fashion that people in Europe and America think are confusing. Is it fashionable to dress like an old woman? Is it fashionable not to wear underwear? It's almost on the ground, and it's still exposed? That flowered underpants are so funny! And that big fan domineering dress with a pair of stall like slippers?

The more she looks, the more confused she becomes. She just doesn't know if she should improve her aesthetic standards. If the trend is the same as the model in the picture, she would rather be so sloppy!

Now that fashion magazines can't read any more, Anyi simply goes back to her room, takes out a clean piece of paper and starts drawing comics on her desk.

The hero of this cartoon is still mu zikun, but he is not a playboy and scum image, but a GK president with tender heart and considerate behavior, and the heroine has become herself, and the content has become the process of their sweet love.

At the thought of Mu zikun, Anyi was filled with sweetness. Looking back on the time we spent together, it was more ups and downs than the idol drama. Although suffering was more than happiness, although almost all people denied and discredited mu zikun and herself, I firmly believe that the future will be two people happily dependent on one another Up.

Anyi always felt that time passed quickly when drawing cartoons. It was just the time to draw two pictures. Lunch time was up, and mu zikun came back. Anyi went downstairs to meet mu zikun, gave him a peace kiss, and mu zikun gave her a hug.

Mu zikun hugged half a ring, Anyi said shyly, "let me go! It's time for lunch. "

Mu zikun loosened her and pinched her nose. He said: "I want to eat more than eat."

This is so embarrassed that Anyi pretends to be angry and beats mu zikun several times.

"Anyi, seeing that you are so energetic today, I can put down my heart after a day's hanging. It's more important for you to look at it than anything else." Mu zikun rubbed Anyi's head and laughed happily. His tone was indulgent and arrogant. "I'm happy today. What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you myself!"

"Everything is fine!"

Anyi also squinted with a smile. Her cheeks were as red as a red apple, which made mu zikun's heart itch. She wanted to take a bite and taste whether her face was sweeter than a red apple. However, although mu zikun wanted to make love again, he still couldn't bear to suffer from hunger because of his momentary lust for joy.

Mu zikun untied the button of his suit and threw it to the servant standing nearby. He folded his sleeve to his wrist as he walked to the kitchen. Then came the sound of Ding didi Dong in the kitchen -- the sound of knife touching the cutting board, the sound of rubbing the pot with the shovel. In Anyi's ears, that was the most moving music.Anyi sits at the table quietly watching the servants set up their tableware and serving dishes with beautiful colors and fragrance. Anyi thinks that it is not only a dish, but also a work of art. In this way, meeting mu zikun is a blessing that I have cultivated for several years.

The last dish was served by mu zikun himself, and then mu zikun also sat directly opposite Anyi. At this time, the smell of cooking fume from the kitchen had surpassed the smell of Cologne sprayed by mu zikun, but it was more confusing to Anyi than the smell of Cologne. Mu zikun also felt that although the food in front of the noodles looked delicious, it was not as beautiful as Anyi, who was slightly reddened Meal.

Mu zikun smiles at an Yi's indulgence and says, "let's go. Try my craft to catch your stomach..." Said, raised eyebrow angle, a son Bang ser from his body to release, Anyi looked at mu zikun suspiciously. In my heart, I still can't believe that the president will do it for her.

Anyi put a small chopstick into her mouth from a porcelain plate filled with green pepper and fried meat. Then her eyes glowed and she looked at mu zikun in surprise.

"It seems that I have captured your stomach, Anyi When did I capture your heart

The evil smile, which had not been seen for a long time, suddenly reappeared on mu zikun's face, but this time Anyi did not feel bored at all, but was happy from the bottom of her heart.