Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 85
Bo Xinglan frowned, staring at Mi Xia for a while, her gaze followed her arm, and fell on Mi Xia's hand holding his clothes.

After pausing for a moment, he froze his face and took back the steps he had taken.

"If there is any problem, you can let me know."

"I know."

Misha nodded and loosened his clothes.

Feeling the strength disappearing from her side, Bo Xinglan glanced slightly down, feeling a little lost in her heart.

"Go home?"

"Ah."

Misha nodded.

"Millie, today's matter will not end like this."

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

Millie glanced at Bo Xinglan who was next to her, and smiled coquettishly.

"Mr. Bo is here, how can you frame me, I really haven't touched your painting."

As she spoke, she walked over, twisting her waist and swinging her hips, with a charming look.

She came directly in front of Bo Xinglan and brushed her long hair gracefully.

"Mr. Bo, I just want to go back, can you give me a ride?"

Where did Mi's and Bo's houses go?

But Millie's eyes were bright, she kept looking at Bo Xinglan, and she was very confident that Bo Xinglan would definitely agree.

Seeing that Bo Xinglan remained silent, Millie thought he was embarrassed and reached out to pull her.

Just when she was about to meet her, Bo Xinglan suddenly avoided her.

"No."

Millie was taken aback for a moment, her face full of disbelief.

"No reason?"

Bo Xinglan looked at her condescendingly, with no expression on his face, his eyes were cold.

"No why."

Regardless of Millie's shocked gaze, he turned his head, and his gaze softened for an instant.

"go?"

Misha nodded and glanced at Millie.

"Let's go."

Bo Xinglan turned around, grabbed Mi Xia and left.

Mi Xia froze for a moment, and clearly felt the temperature of Bo Xinglan's palm.

She widened her eyes.

Bo Xinglan tightened her palms and pulled Mi Xia away in big strides.

"Mr. Bo!"

Millie wanted to catch up unwillingly, but the other party didn't even look back, and just left.

She gritted her teeth, looked at the hands held by Mi Xia and Bo Xinglan, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Mi Xia was dragged out of the door by Bo Xinglan, speeding up to keep up with his pace.

"Wait, Bo Xinglan, I..."

Bo Xinglan stopped suddenly, and Mi Xia almost bumped into him, so she quickly took a step back and opened the distance.

Looking at the expressionless face in front of him, he was suddenly a little scared.

Not to mention, the two were still holding hands.

Misha's face was a little hot.

"I want to go back to the studio."

Bo Xinglan's ear tips were slightly red.

Without saying a word, he turned around and pulled Misha to the other side.

After walking a few steps, Misha quickly grabbed him and pointed in another direction.

"Go, go wrong, over there."

Bo Xinglan paused, her ears turned red again.

The oil painting in the studio still maintains the appearance that Misha left just now, and the original appearance is completely invisible on the canvas.

Misha stopped in front of the oil painting, and the surroundings were in chaos.

She took a deep breath, no matter what, even if this painting was destroyed, it was once the one she was most satisfied with.

Bo Xinglan looked around the entire studio, his complexion getting worse and worse.

He only knew that there was something wrong with Misha's painting, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.

He frowned, regretting that he had let Millie and that group of people go so easily just now.

(End of this chapter)