Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 73 She Drawn Him
Bo Xinglan's eyes were burning.

The painting in front of him was obviously him.

Misha actually drew his portrait...

I painted all night.

His gaze became deeper, looking at Misha as if it was shining, wanting to reflect him deeply into his eyes.

Misha waited for a while, but did not wait for his answer, and looked up at him.

Bo Xinglan just looked down at the painting in his hand and remained motionless.

Is there something wrong with the painting?
Mi Xia looked down, and when he saw the movements painted on it, he was stunned and his eyes widened...

Terrible!

She completely forgot!

She painted Bo Xinglan!
Misha suddenly became nervous, and regretted showing him this painting.

I don't know what happened yesterday, but somehow I was inspired to draw it...

Bo Xinglan was still staring at her painting, Mi Xia carefully turned the oil painting in her hand, trying to hide it.

But the canvas is so big, even if it is placed behind her, her petite figure can't stop it at all...

The scene looked a little funny.

Misha in front of him looked a little cramped.

The corners of Bo Xinglan's mouth curved slightly in an almost imperceptible arc.

"Not bad." He said deliberately.

Misha's face was red and red, and she lowered her head, almost burying her head in her chest.

"I... I didn't draw you, don't get me wrong."

The corners of Bo Xinglan's mouth curled up again.

Mi Xia's face was very red, with a lot of paint on his face, he looked like a little tabby cat, even his clothes and hands were stained a lot, like a child.

"It's time to eat." There was a hint of a smile in Bo Xinglan's tone.

"Oh……"

Misha nodded, lowered her head, looked at her toes, feeling uneasy.

"Go take a shower first."

"it is good."

Misha waited for a while, seeing that he still hadn't left, she glanced at him again.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

Bo Xinglan's eyes were dark, staring at Mi Xia, his eyes flicked across her beautiful collarbone, and his eyes became deeper.

Misha became tense after being stared at by him, and his palms were covered with sweat.

After a while, Bo Xinglan finally turned around and left.

"Come to the restaurant later."

After the people had left, Misha looked up and breathed a sigh of relief, then took the oil painting in his hand.

The back on the canvas is indeed Bo Xinglan...

The half month stipulated by the professor will soon pass, and this painting is the one Misha is most satisfied with...

However, she can't follow this painting to participate in the competition, can she?
"Although it looks good, I can't participate in the competition, so I can only draw a new one."

Misha put away the oil painting regretfully, put it away carefully, and then wiped off the oil paint on her body.

Walking into the bathroom, Misha was taken aback when she saw herself in the mirror.

No wonder Bo Xinglan's gaze was wrong just now, it turned out that he saw her appearance.

Mi Xia hurriedly wiped the oil on his face, but instead of getting clean, it became more smudged, just like a cat.

No wonder Bo Xinglan laughed at her just now.

laugh?
wrong……

Mi Xia's eyes widened, recalling the appearance of Bo Xinglan just now.

The corners of the mouth seemed to curl slightly.

"Just now...it seems that Bo Xinglan laughed?"

laugh, laugh?
Immediately, two red clouds flew over Mi Xia's face, and the appearance of Bo Xinglan and the slight smile on his lips kept appearing in his mind, which couldn't be lingered no matter what.

She shook her head quickly, touched her hot face, and hurried towards the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)