Interpenetrating with the top male gods, the vase actress exploded

Chapter 90 The Son of God
This is a colorful and dreamy oil painting——

A handsome and impeccable man is wearing a white shirt and suit pants, sitting in front of the piano, playing with his head down, a ray of sunlight shines in and falls on his slender fingers like jade, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a large expanse of beautiful but pure and innocent white roses.

It makes the man more and more like a son of god.

As the creator of this oil painting, Jiang Di'er is very familiar with every detail of this oil painting.

But every time I see it, I still subconsciously hold my breath.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Di'er's eyes finally moved away from the painting, she turned her head to look at Bo Yue, and met the eyes that were going to Bo Yue.

I don't know how long Bo Yue has been looking at her.

Jiang Di'er was about to speak, but saw Bo Yue smiled, and said one step ahead of her:
"Why are you more fascinated than me, who saw the painting for the first time?"

Jiang Dier also laughed, but did not answer Bo Yue's question, only asked:
"Like it?"

The sunlight in the oil painting seems to be reflected in Jiang Dier's smiling eyes.

For a moment, Bo Yue didn't dare to look directly at Jiang Di'er's overly bright eyes.

Bo Yue turned his gaze back to the oil painting and nodded:
"Of course I like it, there is no reason not to like it."

After speaking, he added:
"Very well drawn."

"I feel so too."

Jiang Dier blinked a little proudly, playful and cute.

Bo Yue picked up the oil painting from the ground, looked around the inside of the room, and considered where to hang the oil painting.

Finally he took the oil painting into the study.

Jiang Di'er followed for a few steps, and stopped at the door of the study, hesitating a little.

She knew that the privacy of some people's study rooms was the same as that of bedrooms, and they were not allowed to enter casually.

Bo Yue noticed Jiang Dier's hesitation, thought for a while, and then understood what she was hesitating for, and said directly:
"You can come in."

Only then did Jiang Dier follow, seeing that Bo Yue first placed the oil painting against the wall, and then took out a large box from the bottom of the bookshelf next to it—a toolbox.

Standing by the side, Jiang Dier watched as Bo Yue successively took out hammers, nails, hanging pieces, markers, screwdrivers, and balances from the large toolbox...

Jiang Di'er suddenly felt that this big toolbox was a bit like Doraemon's treasure bag, and it even had nails for hanging pictures...

Jiang Di'er thought so, and said so.

Bo Yue listened and couldn't help asking:
"What is Doraemon?"

Jiang Dier explained:
"It's a character in a cartoon I watched when I was a child. It's also called Doraemon, and it's blue."

Bo Yue shook his head:
"I never watched cartoons when I was a kid."

Jiang Dier froze for a moment.

"what?"

Bo Yue thought she didn't believe it, so he turned his head to look at her again, and said:
"real."

Jiang Dier naturally believed Bo Yue's words, but:
"...Then when you were not studying when you were a child, what was the way of entertainment?"

Bo Yue thought about it seriously:
"...horseback riding, swimming, archery, skiing?"

Jiang Dier: "..."

#Good guy, is this the entertainment method of the wealthy young master? #

#I thought it was a bit pitiful that you hadn’t watched cartoons, but it turned out that the pitiful one was me#

Jiang Di'er entered the entertainment circle, and she only saw a real horse for the first time when she had to ride a horse when she was filming a costume drama. As for swimming, archery, skiing... she doesn't know how to do it.

Sour.

These two words came out clearly from Jiang Di'er's expression.

Bo Yue looked at it, a little funny:
"Actually, it's not pure entertainment. When I was young, I had many classes covering various aspects, but I was more interested in equestrian lessons, swimming lessons, archery lessons and skiing lessons. I would also play after class."

When Jiang Di'er heard it, the expression on his face immediately changed to amazement, admiration, and a little pity.

"So many classes... very hard, right?"

Bo Yue didn't expect that Jiang Di'er would actually ask this, as if something brushed the tip of his heart, an inexplicable emotion spread.

Like a piece of jade smashed into the water, ripples rippled out circle after circle.

Bo Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Other than that, his expression remained the same as before, making it impossible to see what was going on in his heart.

"Ah."

He gave a soft "um", which was the answer to Jiang Di'er's question.

Responding to Jiang Dier, Bo Yue turned around and placed the nails for hanging pictures on the corresponding wall, and nailed the nails to the wall with a hammer.

Jiang Di'er wanted to say something else, but her eyes were attracted by Bo Yue's hand.

Bo Yue has a pair of particularly beautiful hands, with clean and slender fingers, like works of art. At this moment, full of strength, there is a sense of elegance and beauty full of vitality.

Jiang Di'er had always felt that she had nothing to do with "manual control", but at this moment she realized that was not the case.

She will be moved by Bo Yue's hand.

Crazy heartbeat.

After Bo Yue hung up the oil painting, he realized that Jiang Dier was staring at his...hand without blinking?
Bo Yue raised his hand and waved it in front of her, and found that Jiang Di'er's eyeballs would move with his movements.

Really looking at his hands.

but……

Why do you see blush?

Bo Yue touched Jiang Di'er's face with the back of his hand, and the touch was instant, but it was enough for him to feel the heat.

Bo Yue frowned:
"Have a fever?"

Jiang Di'er came back to her senses suddenly, only then realized that her face was very hot, but she didn't feel any discomfort.

She covered her face with her hands and rubbed:
"No fever, just... just a little hot."

Bo Yue saw that she was in good spirits, but she was still a little worried. He turned around and walked to the bookshelf, took out the medicine box from the penultimate shelf, and took out the infrared electronic thermometer.

Bo Yue approached Jiang Di'er with the thermometer, and raised his hand to measure her forehead.

Jiang Dier looked closely at the temperature——

37.0 ° C.

"Look, I don't have a fever."

Jiang Dier laughed.

Bo Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and put the thermometer back into the medicine box.

Looking at Jiang Di'er again, she still couldn't help but say:
"You're blushing a little..."

Jiang Di'er froze for a moment, took out her phone, and called up the camera to take a picture of herself.

This shot, I was immediately shocked, and blurted out:
"God... how does this look like the red apple is possessed?"

Bo Yue was amused by her novel description, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

His voice was originally pleasant, but now it was tainted with a smile, making it even more bewitching.

When Jiang Di'er heard it, she felt her face getting hotter.

She put away the phone, covered her face with her hands, and asked Bo Yue pretending to be calm:
"...is there any ice in the fridge?"

Bo Yue shook his head:
"No, but there is refrigerated mineral water, which should be more suitable for you."

The ice cubes are too cold.

Bo Yue walked out of the study room, took out a bottle of mineral water in front of the refrigerator, handed it to Jiang Dier with cold hands.

Jiang Di'er was standing at the door of the study at the moment, her eyes glanced at Bo Yue in the oil painting on the wall, and then at Bo Yue who was handing her water.

I feel that the painting cells in my whole body are activated at this moment.

"Thank you."

That night, Huahua blogger WZALYLYL posted a new Weibo:
[I want to paint every new heartbeat towards the moon into an oil painting. 】

(End of this chapter)