Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 86 Disqualification if you don't eat!

The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop.

Mi Xia raised his hand slowly, wanting to put away the oil painting on the drawing board, but he couldn't make up his mind.

While hesitating, Bo Xinglan suddenly came up from behind, without saying a word, carefully put away the oil painting and rolled it into the roll.

Carrying the painting tube on his shoulder, he took Misha's hand.

"Let's go."

leave school.

There was no sound at all in the car.

Mi Xia looked down at the painting tube on her knees, and Bo Xinglan was sitting beside her, their knees were pressed against each other.

Through the thin fabric, you can clearly feel the other person's body temperature.

"I will try my best to draw new paintings and participate in the competition before the deadline."

That's what I said, but tomorrow is the last day of the deadline, and by six o'clock in the evening, all the paintings participating in the competition must be sent to the competition hall.

There are still 28 hours.

It is simply impossible to complete a painting in such a short period of time.

But Misha didn't want to lose this opportunity.

"I know." Bo Xinglan said.

Mi Xia turned her head and looked over, just in time to meet Bo Xinglan's gaze.

Bo Xinglan looked at him with burning eyes.

"Tomorrow, I will hand in the painting with you."

"it is good!"

Misha nodded firmly and clenched her fists.

"I will definitely finish it within a fixed time!"

Back in the house, Misha plunged into the room and started preparing for tomorrow's painting.

Although she swore before that she would complete the task, it is indeed possible to complete a painting in more than 20 hours, but the quality of the painting cannot be guaranteed.

What Misha wants is a perfect painting.

Since Millie still wants her not to participate in the competition, she must not only participate in the competition, but also get a good result!

Misha picked up the brush and sat in front of the drawing board, but his mind was very confused.

It seemed that there were countless balls of wool messed up, and there was no clue.

She took a deep breath, but still nothing helped.

It was getting dark, and a few crumpled pieces of paper fell on the ground.

Misha frowned, tore off the painting on the ceiling again, crumpled it up and threw it out.

Snapped--

The lights in the room were suddenly turned on.

The bright light instantly dispelled the darkness.

Misha turned her head and looked towards the door.

The door of the room was opened at some point, and Bo Xinglan was standing at the door.

The tall figure was against the light, with no expression on his face.

Bo Xinglan's eyes scanned the floor of the room, and finally returned to Mi Xia.

"Are you eating?"

Misha looked at his painting that had made no progress, and suddenly lost the mood to eat.

"Don't eat."

Bo Xinglan lifted her foot and walked over.

"Have a meal."

Mi Xia shook her head, and was about to refuse when Bo Xinglan suddenly reached out and took the paintbrush in her hand.

"I really don't eat..."

As she spoke, she started to grab her paintbrush.

Bo Xinglan quickly avoided her movements, but instead stretched out his hand to hold her.

"go to eat."

He looked at Misha persistently.

Misha opened her mouth, but finally had to give up.

"But time is running out, if not..."

Bo Xinglan exerted a little force on his hands, and his eyes became more determined.

"If you don't eat, you will be disqualified from the competition."

"what?"

Misha's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief.

But Bo Xinglan's expression was very certain, if Mi Xia didn't follow suit, he would really make Mi Xia unable to participate.

She just nodded helplessly.

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)