Evil Wife Defying Heaven

Chapter 224 235: The only protagonist in the novel

After arriving at Feng's house, as Feng Yan said, Feng Changxun was already waiting at home, Feng Yan's mother Xie Yu and two older brothers Feng Ya and Feng Sheng were not at home.

However, it is normal for several people to not be at home at this time. After all, the three of them are not idlers and they all have their own work to deal with.

Seeing Bo Xichen coming, Feng Changxun waved with a smile and said, "Chenchen is here, hurry up and sit down, I haven't seen him for a few months, and he looks more and more juicy."

Such obviously flattering words came from Feng Changxun's mouth but there was no flattery in the slightest. On the contrary, because of his loud manner and strong aura, he seemed very natural, as if treating himself as a junior, serious yet gentle.

Bo Xichen had a good impression of Feng Changxun, after all Feng Changxun was considered a character.

Bo Xichen walked to Feng Changxun's side, followed his gestures and sat on the sofa next to him, chuckled softly, "Uncle Feng."

Hearing Bo Xichen's address, the smile on Feng Changxun's face became more and more real. Sanfang also gestured to Feng Yan: "Sit down, look at your face."

As he said that, he looked back at Bao Xichen, with a hint of a complaint: "This kid hasn't been well-raised yet. He looks like a sick beauty all day long. As soon as he heard that you were coming, he became refreshed instantly, and he didn't let Han Yue go. After picking you up, I ran out excitedly, saying that my savior greeted me."

Bo Xichen looked at Feng Changxun's expression of hating iron and steel, but knew that what he said was not joking with Feng Yan, nor was he really suing her, but to explain to her in a disguised form that she was in Feng Yan's heart and in the hearts of the entire Feng family. status.

This kind of thinking is appreciated by Bo Xichen with a smile on his face, at least on the surface it looks very friendly, but in fact, only Bo Xichen knows what he thinks in his heart.

However, perhaps Feng Yan could also feel it, after all, he had been in contact with Bo Xichen, so he knew that this chick was not as gentle and friendly as she appeared on the surface.

Raising eyebrows at Feng Changxun, he smiled recklessly and said: "From now on, the matter of the little beauty is my business, Feng Yan, not to mention that I can walk, but I can't move in bed. As long as the little beauty has something to do, I will let people You have to lift yourself to her side."

Feng Changxun glared at Feng Yan angrily. He had nothing to do with this unrestrained, unrestrained and unrestrained kid. Who made this kid so unscrupulous yet hide his clumsiness inside? It made him really want to treat this kid as a second generation ancestor. It doesn't work either.

but……

Feng Changxun looked back and forth at his youngest son and Bo Xichen with a gloomy gaze. They are both at the age of fancy, and it is also a good time for young people to start their love. Doesn't this kid have a crush on him? ...

If he really fell in love with it, he would be happy to see it come true. No matter what Bo Xichen's background is, it might be the luck of the Feng family to be able to be the daughter-in-law of the Feng family based on her own abilities.

Bo Xichen and Feng Yan naturally didn't know what Feng Changxun was thinking. After all, Feng Changxun was not an ordinary person who was able to sit in the position of commander. Not to mention his strength, he was also a man with a gap and a city inside. It was so easy to be seen by others. If he didn't think in his heart, then he would be blind to his decades of experience in vain.

It's just that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Whether they can succeed or not depends on Feng Yan's ability. Although he, as an old man, is happy to see his success, it's not that he fell in love and married a wife. This kind of thing can't help If you are busy, you have to rely on the parties themselves to get things done.

Thinking of this, Feng Changxun calmed down, stood up with a slightly solemn expression, and said, "Feng Yan must have mentioned it to Chen Chen, let's talk in the study."

Bo Xichen nodded slightly, then stood up and followed Feng Changxun upstairs, Feng Yan didn't follow this time, but stayed in the living room, drank the medicine brought by Han Butler, and followed Han Butler to personally supervise the evening dishes up.

Here, after Bo Xichen followed Feng Changxun to the study, the atmosphere was not as relaxed as before, but a little more serious and dull.

It's just that Feng Changxun didn't feel it himself, while Bo Xichen didn't care.

After signaling Bo Xichen to sit down, Feng Changxun murmured with a serious expression.

"Chen Chen, that kid Feng Yan should have mentioned to you that something happened in the military area, and the matter is very serious. So far, hundreds of people have disappeared in the military area in just half a month. Originally, we thought it was a sneak attack. Or something happened, but there was an accident two nights ago, a soldier found something wrong with his roommate, and his roommate disappeared the next night."

"What's wrong?" Bo Xichen raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Changxun with questioning eyes.

Seeing this, Feng Changxun explained: "The soldier found that the missing roommate's complexion was extremely bad the night before. Not only was he pale and bloodless, but there was also a layer of black under his eyes. After that, I specially asked someone to investigate. , Those who disappeared all had such symptoms before disappearing."

"So Uncle Feng suspects that this disappearance case is related to ghosts?" Bo Xichen concluded calmly.

Feng Changxun nodded and said: "That's right, and it's not a suspicion, it's affirmation. After more and more people disappeared, the military base has stepped up its vigilance and stopped going out on missions, but there are still people who don't know it." Missing, and even the monitoring of the middle-grade magic weapon can't detect the slightest suspiciousness."

After hearing this, Bo Xichen pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll go to the military area with Uncle Feng after dinner tonight."

What's in the military area has to be checked to be sure, not to mention that Bo Xichen's exhausted magic power has not been fully recovered, and he can't use mystical skills, and he will have to train for at least two months before he can recover.

So just to be on the safe side, it's better to check it out first. If the skill is not high, even if she can't make a move now, she can deal with it alone. If even the cat can't deal with it, then in a short time She is also helpless.

However, for Feng Changxun, having Bo Xichen's words undoubtedly reassured him. It gave him a very powerful feeling.

Obviously, Feng Changxun had put aside Bo Xichen's young age, and regarded him as the most powerful existence in this field.

After talking about the business, Feng Changxun picked up the tea set on the table to make tea, and began chatting with Bo Xichen without saying a word.

To Feng Changxun's surprise, although Bo Xichen was young, he was profoundly knowledgeable and had unique insights, which shocked him deeply.

He found that Bo Xichen seemed to understand everything, but whenever he raised a topic, Bo Xichen could pick up the topic at will, and he spoke clearly and logically. Although many things were not clearly stated, the deep meaning and explanation were deeply shocking.

Before he knew it, Feng Changxun seemed to be addicted, and he grabbed Bo Xichen and chatted in the study so dimly that he almost forgot the time.

If Feng Yan hadn't come in and interrupted their conversation, Feng Changxun might have caught Bo Xichen to continue the chat.

"What are you talking about? After working so hard, mom and brother are back, and we can eat when we're ready."

Suspicion flashed in Feng Yan's eyes when he walked in, and he glanced thoughtfully at his father and Bo Xichen. It was the first time he saw his old man's happy expression, and the way he looked at Bo Xichen. What's with the eyes?

Why does it look like you have found the feeling of forgetting friends? ...

Feng Yan felt that either he was hallucinating or the world was a fantasy, but he admired Bo Xichen more and more in his heart.

The old man in his family seldom has juniors who look up to him. Even a wise man like his elder brother is barely enough in the eyes of the old man. Today, it is so easy for Bo Xichen to handle it. It is really amazing.

When Feng Changxun heard that his wife and son had returned, his expression was a little unfinished, but seeing Feng Yan's curious eyes, he restrained his expression, and left the study with a serious expression.

Feng Yan looked at Bo Xichen with interest and said, "What did you say to my old man? You actually made him look like he's still not satisfied, I can tell that the old man looks at you differently, obviously a little more Admiration and exclamation from the bottom of my heart.”

Bo Xichen shrugged, with a noncommittal look, and said with a smile: "I guess I think I'm knowledgeable."

"Oh?" Feng Yan became interested, looked Bo Xichen up and down teasingly, and said with a smile: "Then talk to me sometime, let me cultivate your profound knowledge."

Bo Xichen walked towards the door, and said as he walked, "Aren't you just addicted to painting?"

"Naturally, but the things about you will become my obsession in the future." Feng Yan said with a bohemian smile.

The gorgeous eyebrows and eyes are full of charm, although the face is still a little youthful, but it can already see the beauty of the future.

Bo Xichen glanced back at Feng Yan who was following, met his smiling Danfeng eyes, and also smiled with his lips curled up: "Then you have to work hard to catch up with me~"

She, Bo Xichen, has never left useless people around her, and now she may not be able to see the gap between her and other peers under the circumstances that she deliberately hides, but when the time comes in the future, all things will be exposed and spread out on the bright side. The gap that exists naturally appears.

And she is not a person who will stand still and wait for others, no matter who this person is, so if the distance is too far, she will only be a stranger to her in the end.

Feng Yan originally looked unscrupulous on the surface, but in fact he was a clear person, and much clearer than ordinary people.

Hearing Bo Xichen's meaningful laughter, his mind moved, and he suddenly felt a little touched.

Chewing these words carefully, his mind kept replaying what he had seen and heard about Bo Xichen's past, and the foggy thoughts in his mind gradually opened up, and the clouds slowly cleared away.

That's right, such a unique person, such a person with a tiger inside, her future is limitless, if he really wants to walk with such a person, wouldn't he be left behind if he doesn't try hard to catch up with her? ? ...

So, he will work hard, it's rare to meet such an interesting person, who makes him want to befriend and get close, how can he let him go so casually.

Naturally, it is impossible to catch up head-on. Bo Xichen's own association and his mysterious magic skills are enough to tell that the gap between him and her is not 01:30, so he can only save the country by curve.

Thinking of this, Feng Yan smiled meaningfully, and the tangle between his brows and eyes turned into a chic and reckless smile.

He stepped forward to catch up with Bo Xichen and said, "Wait, don't rush down, I'll take you to my room to see something."

With that said, Feng Yan dragged Bo Xichen to the room on the third floor.

Seeing his cheerful and unrestrained appearance, Bo Xichen became somewhat interested in what he said.

When he came to Feng Yan's room and saw what Feng Yan said, a gleam flashed in Bo Xichen's eyes, leaning against the large finished watercolor painting on the wall, he was immediately attracted by the wonderful and vivid scroll .

The huge painting in front of him is dazzling and colorful, but the most eye-catching thing is the artistic conception expressed in this painting.

The whole body of the beautiful girl exudes an angelic clean and sunny aura, but when she is flying in the air, the eyebrows and eyes that look back are sharp and murderous, full of a cool, ruthless and awe-inspiring aura that makes people feel chills all over her body .

Cleanliness and beauty and bloody slaughter form two kinds of strong contrasts, which is a kind of extreme visual impact, which is enough to fascinate the eyes and capture the soul at a glance.

On the other side of the girl is a huge, ferocious black weasel full of darkness. Its body is extremely huge, several times the size of the girl. Its claws that are waving towards the girl are sharp and black, emitting bursts of dark and gloomy. The terrifying air makes people feel cold at the first glance.

In the whole painting, half of it renders black horror, gloomy, bloodthirsty and ferocious, while the other half is full of sunshine and redemption, fierce killing.

One stroke at a time, every artistic conception is rendered to the extreme, full of strong contrast and contrast, so lifelike, so imposing, as if everything in the painting is alive.

"How is it? Is this painting not bad? I was fascinated by your heroic figure when I was in a daze, but I couldn't see the evil Huang Daxian. This is the Huang Daxian I drew based on my imagination. Does the refined Huang Daxian look like the original body?"

Speaking of painting, Feng Yan's originally unruly eyes became brighter, it was a focused and burning light, which shows how strong his attachment and love for painting is.

Feng Yan thought that Huang Daxian was a weasel, so he drew a weasel directly. As for why he didn't draw it as a female fairy, it was because he was psychologically shadowed by the female fairy in his dream before, so he deliberately spoofed it He painted Huang Daxian so hideously and ugly.

And those sharp and slender claws were conjectured based on the traces left in his room at that time. At that time, there were extremely deep traces of claws on the ground, so he thought, the weasel's claws must be very Perverted, terrible.

As for Bo Xichen, that was the emotion he truly captured, and he was not wrong, the Bo Xichen at that moment was indeed beautiful, so beautiful that it made one's heart flutter.

At that very moment, a surging and fierce obsession surged in his heart, that is to record this eternal and beautiful scene.

And after seeing the most beautiful scene, he only had one thought in his mind, he wanted Bo Xichen to be his model and the only protagonist in his portraits.

From now on, he will only draw characters for her alone, except for Bo Xichen, no one in this world is qualified to be the most perfect portrait of a character in his brush...

"I didn't expect that you are not only good at painting, but also the imaginary artistic conception is very appropriate. This weasel is indeed very similar, and your painting is very vivid."

Bo Xichen smiled slowly and said that this praise is not exaggerated. Even if Bo Xichen doesn't know much about painting, he can tell that this painting is definitely a masterpiece in the world, and it is much better than the paintings of some famous painters circulating outside.

It's no wonder that at such a young age, Feng Yan can sell tens of millions of paintings for a single painting at an auction. With such a painter, such a vivid brushwork, what's really amazing is not the reality of the painting, but the perfection of reality, artistic conception and vividness. combined together.

With Bo Xichen's affirmation, Feng Yan was even happier. So far his favorite thing and the only thing he has persisted in is painting, and it has reached a point of madness.

Bo Xichen was the most perfect model he cared about the most, her affirmation, how could he not be excited, it was far more exciting than all the paintings being snapped up.

"Then you will be my model in the future? I will help you to record everything about you." Feng Yan said excitedly.

Hearing this, Bo Xichen's expression paused, his eyes flickered slightly, as if a cunning gleam flickered away, he curled his lips into a chuckle.

"Yes, but without my consent, my paintings cannot be circulated, and every painting you get on the market will be handed over to me for help."

(End of this chapter)