Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 72
Back in the room, Misha saw the half-painted oil painting he had put on the easel, and an idea popped up in his mind.

She originally wanted to paint an abstract painting, but at this time, she had another idea.

The picture was outlined stroke by stroke in my mind, and soon a beautiful picture scroll appeared.

Misha sat down excitedly, without any sleepiness, and picked up the paintbrush.

She had already removed the zongzi-like gauze in her hand, and started painting with all her heart.

She frowned slightly, showing absolute concentration.

She sat in front of the easel and drew stroke by stroke.

Misha completely forgot to rest and painted all night.

The next morning, Bo Xinglan waited in the dining room for a while, but Mi Xia didn't come out, so she went outside her bedroom worriedly.

Knocked on the door, there was no response from inside, but the door opened.

Bo Xinglan pushed open the door and took a look.

Misha was sitting in the bedroom, leaning forward slightly, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and was painting intently.

She was still wearing the long white dress from yesterday.

Mi Xia painted very attentively, the bangs on his forehead drooping down frequently.

She rubbed it up with the back of her hand, but it fell down again after a while, her face was covered with oil paint, which made her skin fairer.

The morning sun shone in from the window and fell on Misha.

Bo Xinglan was stunned.

The scene in front of him was so beautiful that it took his breath away.

He stood and watched for a while, then walked over gently, as if he was worried that if he made a big move, it would alarm him.

Bo Xinglan walked around behind Mi Xia, and saw the painting that was about to be completed in her hand.

That is a back view.

Standing in the kitchen with a spatula in one hand and a pot in the other.

The person in the painting turned his face slightly to the side, and he could see the graceful arcs, and there were subtle wrinkles between his brows, looking very distressed.

The neatly pressed suit is out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Bo Xinglan felt that this figure looked familiar...

He looked at it for a while, and suddenly remembered who it was!

The people in the painting...

It's him!

Bo Xinglan moved closer, as if wanting to take a closer look.

The fine airflow brought out by breathing sprayed on Misha's shoulders.

She made a quick movement and turned her head.

The lips brushed against Bo Xinglan's cheeks, bringing a cool touch.

Misha's eyes widened instantly.

Bo Xinglan's movements froze, and she stopped in place without moving.

"Bo... Xinglan..."

Misha's face gradually heated up, and two blushes flew to her cheeks.

He stepped back slightly.

"How did you come?"

Under the sun, Bo Xinglan's ears turned slightly pink.

"Breakfast." He popped out two words suddenly.

The expression on his face was tense, looking like he was angry.

When Misha saw it, he quickly hid his right hand back.

"I, I'll be back in a while..."

Bo Xinglan's eyes flickered, staring at Mi Xia's hand, his face darkened.

He didn't speak, but Misha could clearly feel that he was angry, so he quickly explained.

"It's not easy to paint when wrapped, and the injury is very small."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and showed him the apparently small wound on her finger.

Such a big package is nothing more than a fuss...

But the crease between Bo Xinglan's brows still hasn't unfolded.

His eyes glanced at the clean and untouched bed, and his wrinkles became tighter.

"You did not sleep?"

Misha felt bald in his heart.

Oops, how did I forget this?

She quietly glanced at Bo Xinglan.

"I drew too seriously...but..."

Misha reached out and took the oil painting down, and showed it to him happily.

"Look, I've finished drawing!"

(End of this chapter)