Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 93 Because, I am the evidence.

"Misha, if you want to say that you painted it, then show evidence."

"I see, it's just a painting I bought. If she could paint so well, she would have become popular a long time ago. Who would come here to take classes?"

"It's a big copy, and you still have the nerve to participate in the competition? I'll tell the organizer the truth now!"

Millie folded her arms around her chest, raised her head, and looked at Misha from top to bottom.

"How is it? At this point, you still refuse to tell the truth?"

Misha trembled with anger.

"The truth is, this painting was originally drawn by me! Not only this one! Even the painting that Professor Yuan participated in the competition was also drawn by me!"

"What? You said Professor Yuan's paintings were also drawn by you?"

Upon hearing this, Millie raised her head and laughed.

"Misha, you have to limit your bragging! It's okay to plagiarize and cheat, and even get Professor Yuan's painting under your own name, shameless!"

Several people around also laughed together.

Zhang Yili, who had been by Mi Li's side all the time, looked at her with contempt.

"Professor Yuan is the most famous art teacher in our school. You said he took your painting? I think you want to be famous and crazy!"

"Professor Yuan is the honorary chairman. As his student, you still slander him. If you don't teach you a lesson, you don't deserve to be in Yunshang!"

Zhang Yili rolled up her sleeves, took two steps forward with a fierce face, and reached out to grab Mi Xia's hair!
"I'll let you learn a lesson!"

Misha quickly hid back, and as soon as he moved, he felt that he had bumped into something.

"Take your hands off!"

A deep and angry voice swindled behind him!

It was as if he was gritting his teeth, and each word popped out, with a strong threat.

Zhang Yili's movements suddenly stopped, and when she looked up, her eyes widened in fright, her face turned pale.

"I said, take it away!"

Zhang Yili trembled all over, and slightly tremblingly withdrew her hand, lowering her head and not even daring to look at him.

Everyone in the room fell silent instantly, and no one dared to speak.

Misha has already guessed who is behind him.

Turning around, she saw Bo Xinglan standing behind her.

His face was dark and angry, and the black suit on his body made him stand taller.

"How did you come?"

She lowered her head slightly, trying to avoid his sight.

Why does Bo Xinglan always see her in a mess?

Ji Jingchen lowered his eyes, lifted Mi Xia's face, and looked her over carefully from head to toe.

"Are you hurt?"

Misha shook her head. "No."

Only then did Bo Xinglan turn her head and look at Millie on the opposite side, her eyes were sharp, like a blood-soaked knife, piercing directly into the heart!

Millie's heart shuddered, and she showed a flattering smile with difficulty.

"Mr. Bo, long time no see."

Bo Xinglan ignored her words and took a step forward, her tall body protecting Mi Xia behind her.

"I should have warned you last time, what can and cannot be done."

Millie's smile froze.

"Mr. Bo, it's not me this time, it's Misha herself. Some people suspect that her paintings were bought."

As she spoke, she pinched Zhang Yili hard.

Zhang Yili quickly said: "Yes, we don't believe it, she painted it!"

"That's right, how can a freshman draw so well?"

"Even if you didn't buy it, it's plagiarism!"

The people around chattered loudly.

"It's not plagiarism!"

Bo Xinglan suddenly raised her voice, and everyone fell silent again.

Someone whispered: "How do you know?"

Bo Xinglan's sharp eyes quickly swept over.

"Because I am the evidence."

(End of this chapter)