Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 75 Is This Your Painting?

Bo Xinglan resolutely fed Mi Xia with his own hands for a while, until Mi Xia insisted that he could pick up the vegetables himself, and he finally stopped, with a trace of disappointment hard to see in the depths of his eyes.

Misha lowered her head and didn't notice it at all.

After finishing her meal in a hurry, she left in a hurry.

As soon as she returned to the room, Mi Xia turned over the chipboard again, preparing to draw a new oil painting, but no matter what she did, the image of Bo Xinglan always appeared in her mind.

After painting for a whole day, there was no result at all. A few pictures were messed up, and halfway through the painting, I couldn't draw any more.

It took a full three days before she finally got a good result.

Misha looked at the barely finished oil painting on the canvas and sighed.

No matter how you look at it, it's not as good-looking as the portrait of Bo Xinglan's back.

But, she can't take Bo Xinglan's portrait to the competition, can she?

Just as he was thinking, the phone rang suddenly. Mi Xia took it out and saw that it was Professor Yuan.

Half a month is almost here, but she doesn't even have every piece of work in hand.

Misha frowned and connected the phone.

"Professor Yuan."

Professor Yuan's deep voice came. "Misha, is your painting finished like this?"

Misha glanced at the painting in his hand, hesitated and said, "Not yet."

"No?"

Professor Yuan's voice suddenly rose. "The competition time is almost over, and you haven't finished yet? Do you not want to participate in the competition?"

"No, I want to participate."

Misha thought for a while, and said, "Actually, I've already finished one, but I'm still not satisfied."

Professor Yuan's tone improved slightly.

"Bring it over this afternoon, and I'll take a look for you."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Mi Xia looked at the painting that even he was not satisfied with. If he showed such a painting to Professor Yuan, he would definitely not be satisfied.

Mi Xia took out the portrait of Bo Xinglan's back that he had hidden before.

No matter how you look at it, this painting is the one Misha is most satisfied with right now.

But you can't take it to the competition.

Misha sighed, and was about to put it away, when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open!

Bo Xinglan suddenly appeared at the door!

"you?"

Misha was taken aback, and quickly stuffed the oil painting in his hand under another painting.

"Why didn't you knock on the door?"

She rolled her eyes around and blocked the oil painting so that Bo Xinglan could not find out.

Bo Xinglan glanced behind her.

Seeing Misha blocking it, he looked away again.

"Aunt Chen is leaving."

"what?"

Mi Xia became nervous. Bo Xinglan already knew that he had drawn his portrait. If he saw it, he would take it out and look at it. He would not be able to explain it clearly in the future.

There was no expression on Bo Xinglan's face.

"I'm going to the company later." He said.

Did he come here on purpose to report?
Misha nodded.

"I'm going out too."

She pointed to the painting on the table. "I have to show the drawing to the professor, the deadline for the competition is coming soon."

"Ah."

Bo Xinglan nodded, and stood there waiting for her.

Seeing that he refused to leave, Misha quickly rolled up the scroll on the table, put it in the scroll, and followed him out.

When he arrived at the school, Mi Xia went directly to Professor Yuan with the painting.

Professor Yuan glanced at the painting in his hand, his face darkened instantly, mixed with anger.

bang.

He directly threw Misha's painting on the ground.

"Is this your painting?"

(End of this chapter)