Passionate Devotion

Chapter 559

559 The sweetest thing is Yingluo

Tong Lu returned to her seat with a large bouquet of bright and juicy roses in her arms. If the Chief of Staff had not come in at that moment, she would probably have been pestered by her colleagues until she had to raise her hands in surrender.

He placed the Rose to the side and cursed in his heart. Wasn’t he afraid that people would guess that it was him and cause trouble?

Although he had once said that she was his woman in front of Guo Ying and a rich lady, she knew that he could not disclose her identity now. Moreover, she had just gotten rid of her title as a widow. It was not appropriate for her to have a scandal with her former uncle at this time.

Forget it. Whatever she was worried about, it was all in vain. He had his own plans. To be his woman, she had to have a strong heart.

With a breath, his nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rippled.

She calmed herself down and seriously thought over his words. No one knew what the future would be like, but he would hold her hand tightly to give her peace of mind. Her heart was as if it had been ironed flat. As long as he was willing to hold her hand, she would never retreat.

After some thought, she replied to him with a text message: “Do you want to have dinner together tonight?”

after work, stay at the presidential palace for dinner.

“Alright,” he said.

After work, Tong Lu went to the president’s living quarters and ran into the president’s chief photographer, Moza. The man raised his camera to capture the brightest female lead of the day. Tong Lu quickly covered her face with her hands.”Don’t take my picture, don’t take my picture.”

Other than the president, mo Zha was the only person in the presidential palace who could move freely. He followed the president all year round and recorded his every move. His understanding of his job was to record history!

As the president’s chief photographer, he would encounter many top-secret scenes, but no matter what he heard or saw, he could only keep it to himself. All the photos he took during work (good or bad) were not allowed to be deleted and were all saved.

Tong Lu did not want to become part of his history and be saved by him.

However, mo Zha was very interested in her today. He was running away when he suddenly heard the sound of a car stopping. A man in a handsome trench coat walked out of the car. Tong Lu immediately pointed at Leng Yejin and said, ” “You can take his picture, not me.”

Leng Yejin was still confused about the situation. When he heard that, he raised his eyebrows. His voice was calm, but there was no room for resistance.”Come here!”

Two words, and her footsteps didn’t listen to her. She walked towards him before her mind could think. She was simply a coward.

She begged Leng Yejin for help. tell mo Zha to stop patting me. He keeps patting me. I can’t escape.

Leng Yejin glanced at mo Zha. He was calm and composed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He was very generous and allowed mo Zha to freely display his photography skills.

Tong Lu was stunned. His voice brushed past her ears. be careful that your ugly photos will be recorded in the archives. You’ll be a disgrace in history. Just smile. What are you afraid of? a hundred years later, you’ll still be the most beautiful existence in the presidential archives!

He tilted his head, his eyes full of love and deep meaning.

Tong Lu’s heart skipped a beat. She shyly leaned against his shoulder and forced a smile. Her smile was a little stiff. He wrapped his arm around her waist. She felt very ticklish. In the end, she fixed her gaze on the smile on the photo. She was unusually happy.

Perhaps a hundred years later, when he looked up the images of the previous presidents, he would see this smile.

Leng Yejin felt goosebumps all over his body as he thought about this. He hoped that he would not get the chance to do that. A hundred years later, he would want to grow old with his son. He would not want to be an old man who would flip through old photos and reminisce about a certain day when his woman asked him for a love letter.