Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 88
The sky is already dark, and the long river of stars in the sky is bright and beautiful, attracting everyone's attention.

But at this time, such a beautiful sea of ​​stars did not take away the slightest bit of Bo Xinglan's attention.

His eyes stayed on Misha all the time.

Under the moonlight, her figure shone brighter than the stars.

Misha has completely immersed herself in her own world.

Her mood was soaring, and the paintbrush seemed to have a life of its own in her hands.

Bo Xinglan was wearing a black suit, standing not far from her, as if her whole body had been merged into the darkness.

He just stood aside so quietly, just like in the past ten years.

The sky turns from dark to bright, and the east is gradually dawning.

When the first ray of light fell from the sky, Misha finally raised his head.

She stretched her sore arms and looked up.

Its daybreak?
Mi Xia turned his head and looked around, just in time to see Bo Xinglan standing not far away.

"Why are you here?"

Bo Xinglan walked over, his gaze swept across the canvas.

"Take a break."

The painting on the canvas is [-]% complete, and there are still ten hours left, and the next thing is to prepare for the finishing work.

"it is good."

Misha carefully put away the canvas on the drawing board.

Bo Xinglan frowned, and took Mi Xia to the restaurant.

After eating, Mi Xia hurriedly walked towards the bedroom again, preparing to continue the painting just now.

Bo Xinglan quickly grabbed her.

"No drawing."

Misha looked at him in surprise. "why?"

"rest."

Misha glanced at the time and said worriedly: "But it's only nine hours..."

Bo Xinglan squeezed Mi Xia's hand slightly with force.

"No, I need to rest."

Seeing that Misha was still hesitant, he took out the painting that had been hidden behind him.

"If I don't go to rest, I won't paint for you."

Mi Xia's eyes widened suddenly, no wonder Bo Xinglan took the initiative to get him a painting just now.

She looked at Bo Xinglan for a while, then suddenly leaned over to grab it!

"give me!"

Bo Xinglan quickly raised the painting in his hand, and Mi Xia threw himself on him.

Mi Xia snatched it a few times, but Bo Xinglan relied on his own skills to easily lift the painting high.

Misha almost lay on top of him.

Bo Xinglan pinched her chin with both hands, fixing Mi Xia's gaze.

The four eyes met, and Bo Xinglan's dark pupils shone with golden light.

"take a break."

Misha was stunned, as if immersed in it for a moment.

Misha finally loosened up and had to compromise.

"Then I'll rest for an hour."

Bo Xinglan bargained with a straight face.

"Two hours."

"Okay..." Misha compromised a little aggrieved.

The lines of Bo Xinglan's facial features softened.

"Walk."

Back in the bedroom, Misha was arguing not to sleep a second ago, but just lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep the next second.

Bo Xinglan was standing by the bed, still holding Mi Xia's painting in his hand.

A slight smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a warm temperature in his eyes.

After watching for a while, the phone rang suddenly.

He quickly took it out, looked at Misha worriedly, and found that she was not awake, so he walked out quickly.

"Hey."

The assistant's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Bo, we have found out that Professor Yuan did indeed participate in the competition."

"Send the photo."

After hanging up the phone, a photo was immediately received on the phone.

Bo Xinglan clicked on it, and when he saw the familiar painting on it, he clenched the phone tightly, his face turned cold, as cold as ice!

(End of this chapter)