Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 202 Just hang it in the bedroom

The black car slowly stopped at Bo's main residence.

When Mi Xia got out of the car, she saw Aunt Chen waiting outside.

"Miss Mi, long time no see."

Mi Xia nodded. Although when she first came to Bo's main house, she felt that Aunt Chen was a bit fierce, but after getting along for a while, she realized that Aunt Chen just had a disgusting and kind face.

Many times, I helped Misha.

"Are you all right?"

"Everything is fine with us."

Mi Xia was led by Bo Xinglan to walk in, looking around while walking.

The house is still the same as before, with a history of hundreds of years, a little old, but it is very neatly maintained.

There are many famous paintings worth millions or tens of millions of dollars hanging on the walls, and some antiques with a long history appear from time to time, all of which are placed around casually.

If it is broken into by malicious thieves, it will definitely be full of joy.

But this place has the world's top security measures. Although there are only three people in the room, Bo Xinglan, Aunt Chen and the driver, but there are bodyguards all over the place, not even a fly can fly in, let alone steal things.

Misha walked forward, but suddenly saw the painting hanging in the most prominent position in the corridor, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The oil painting depicts the back of a tall man cooking in the kitchen.

The pen and ink focused on the man's body, under the staggered light and shadow, there was gentleness and pampering.

This painting was stolen by Mi Xia's teacher when he participated in the competition before. After winning an award, Mi Xia gave it to Bo Xinglan.

And the other one was bought by a mysterious person after the competition.

Unexpectedly, Bo Xinglan would hang this painting in the middle of the corridor, anyone who came in would definitely see it.

Misha felt a little embarrassed.

"Why did you hang the painting here?"

Bo Xinglan's suspicious eyes fell on her.

Mi Xia said: "There are famous paintings by world-class painters all around, worth tens of millions, and my paintings can't be compared with them at all."

"This is what you drew for me."

Bo Xinglan's eyes stared at Mi Xia in front of him. "In my heart, the sum of all these so-called famous paintings can't compare to this one."

His tone seemed flat, his face was expressionless, and even his eyes were so deep that no emotion could be seen. It seemed that he had no emotion, but it seemed to be deeply affectionate.

Misha's face was getting redder and redder.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Bo Xinglan thought that Mi Xia didn't want her painting to be hung here, so she said, "If you don't like it, I'll let them take it down."

"Ah."

Misha nodded.

Aunt Chen walked in quickly, ready to take down the oil painting.

Misha stood aside and couldn't help asking curiously: "After you take it off, where are you going to put it?"

Bo Xinglan said: "It's hanging in the bedroom."

"Lying, bedroom?!"

Misha was surprised.

Bo Xinglan turned her head to look at her, with a somewhat rigid expression on her face showing doubts, as if she was asking what's wrong?
Misha's face flushed.

"This, this is of course not good!"

Aunt Chen smiled and said, "Master, Miss Mi, do you still need to take it down?"

"No need, no need!" Misha waved his hand quickly.

Instead of letting Bo Xinglan put it in the bedroom so that she can see it every day before going to sleep and when she wakes up, it's better to put it here first.

Aunt Chen stopped and left.

The temperature on Misha's face remained high.

Bo Xinglan's eyes fell on her, and his voice was serious.

"are you sick?"

"no!"

Misha was anxious, her face turned redder, and she stammered, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)