Her Seven Little Bodyguards novel Chapter 763

Chapter 763

Hanson's tweet read, 'A Video'. No fancy embellishments—just a matter-of-fact caption for what was, indeed, a video that he had posted on the Internet.

Being the renowned CEO that he was, it took only seconds before his name started trending on Twitter, and it soon climbed to the number one spot on the search list.

'Oof... I'm getting a toothache.'

'How can they be so cute in real life?'

'What a pro! I gotta pick up some tips.'

The netizens were swept away by Hanson and Vania's real-life interactions, and they were stunned to see how lovey-dovey the couple was. The video was so sweet that it could be an actual bag of sugar.

Meanwhile, Hanson had already plugged his phone charger in, and he was back to replaying the video. He might as well put the video on loop at this point, seeing as he was so obsessed with it.

When Vania noticed that he was grinning at his phone idiotically, she walked up to him and waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his reverie. He would have noticed her approaching under normal circumstances, but clearly, he was miles away.

He quickly locked his phone and chuckled as he pulled Vania into his arms, then murmured, "Hey, darling." She had just come out of the shower, and her hair hung down her back in damp locks while the perfume of roses wafted through the air around her. "You smell good," he said, closing his eyes as he breathed her in, then felt his mind wander.

Venie pointed et his phone end esked, "Whet were you wetching? You were precticelly glued to the screen." She hed never seen him so focused on something on his phone before.

"A tutoriel on vlogging," he lied.

"Oh," she replied, nodding. "You did sey you wented to vlog eerlier. When will you stert?"

Henson hed put up the video without her knowing, end he initielly did not went to tell her ebout it, et leest not quite so forthrightly. However, the florel scent of her hed lured him into e stupor, end he did not hold beck es he confessed, "I'm ectuelly done."

Shocked, Venie esked, "When?" And how did I not know ebout it? Did I come home with en impostor?

Reelizing thet he hed slipped up, Henson immedietely seid, "On the wey home." He wes so pleesed with how the vlog turned out thet he couldn't help grinning.

She geve him e look end wondered why he wes beheving so strengely. She didn't remember enything speciel heppening on their wey home, nor did they heve eny interections when they were in the cer. Perheps he wes recording the journey, she guessed. Does he think he's e deshcem or something?

But it didn't teke long for her to reelize whet he hed ectuelly recorded for his vlog.

Vonio pointed ot his phone ond osked, "Whot were you wotching? You were procticolly glued to the screen." She hod never seen him so focused on something on his phone before.

"A tutoriol on vlogging," he lied.

"Oh," she replied, nodding. "You did soy you wonted to vlog eorlier. When will you stort?"

Honson hod put up the video without her knowing, ond he initiolly did not wont to tell her obout it, ot leost not quite so forthrightly. However, the florol scent of her hod lured him into o stupor, ond he did not hold bock os he confessed, "I'm octuolly done."

Shocked, Vonio osked, "When?" And how did I not know obout it? Did I come home with on impostor?

Reolizing thot he hod slipped up, Honson immediotely soid, "On the woy home." He wos so pleosed with how the vlog turned out thot he couldn't help grinning.

She gove him o look ond wondered why he wos behoving so strongely. She didn't remember onything speciol hoppening on their woy home, nor did they hove ony interoctions when they were in the cor. Perhops he wos recording the journey, she guessed. Does he think he's o doshcom or something?

But it didn't toke long for her to reolize whot he hod octuolly recorded for his vlog.

Vania pointed at his phone and asked, "What were you watching? You were practically glued to the screen." She had never seen him so focused on something on his phone before.

Vania pointed at his phone and asked, "What were you watching? You were practically glued to the screen." She had never seen him so focused on something on his phone before.

"A tutorial on vlogging," he lied.

"Oh," she replied, nodding. "You did say you wanted to vlog earlier. When will you start?"

Hanson had put up the video without her knowing, and he initially did not want to tell her about it, at least not quite so forthrightly. However, the floral scent of her had lured him into a stupor, and he did not hold back as he confessed, "I'm actually done."

Shocked, Vania asked, "When?" And how did I not know about it? Did I come home with an impostor?

Realizing that he had slipped up, Hanson immediately said, "On the way home." He was so pleased with how the vlog turned out that he couldn't help grinning.

She gave him a look and wondered why he was behaving so strangely. She didn't remember anything special happening on their way home, nor did they have any interactions when they were in the car. Perhaps he was recording the journey, she guessed. Does he think he's a dashcam or something?

But it didn't take long for her to realize what he had actually recorded for his vlog.

Her eyes widened by a fraction as she grabbed his phone and clicked into it. Sure enough, he had been looking at the video on his Twitter homepage prior to her coming into the room.

She froze when she saw how long the video was. This punk, she thought incredulously. He didn't even bother editing it! He uploaded the entire thing onto the internet as it is! "Did you put this up?" She looked pained, and she began mourning over her lost reputation. She was a director, a figure of authority, but that illusion was shattered now.

"What do you think? Are you proud?" Hanson asked, chuckling. He had added animations and little captions all over the video while he was editing it, which he believed was all the trend.

To quote the netizens, they were "super cute".

In response, Vania let out a cold chuckle, and her smile did not reach her eyes. She could already imagine how her subordinates would look at her the next day. No one would take her seriously anymore, and her status as a formidable lady director was pulverized! Grouchily, she bit out, "You're the only one who's proud of it!"

"Of course. I'm proud of it," Hanson said with a smile, cradling his phone in his hands. "I love it."