Having Triplets With Potent CEO

The second time, Tang Qingge and a plate of mud.

The third time, she made a bowl bottom, and then paralyzed into a lump.

It's rare for a young man to have so little talent. He couldn't help whispering, "what a surprise."

Some people look very powerful, but they don't expect to do it... They can't even do a lump of shit.

Tang Qingge cried blind in the arms of the big boss.

"I don't play anymore. It's too difficult!"

Bo Qichen helplessly hugged her, "shall we go?"

She raised her eyes, pitifully, "but I still want a bowl."

She looked at the mud eagerly, but she was still unwilling.

Bo Qichen pursed his lips, sighed for a long time, untied his suit, rolled up his cuffs, and decided to make a bowl for her personally.

Tang Qingge was still crying. Later, he blinked and his eyes lit up.

The big boss is going to do it himself?!

Oh, this is a rare scene!

The boy was directly shocked!

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Others hurriedly gathered together. They saw that the limp mud made by Tang Qingge formed the shape she wanted in Bo Qichen's hand. The boy didn't explain how to do it, but some people could understand it by themselves. According to his words, they could develop it by themselves.

Tang Qingge's mouth was round into an "O" shape. She saw with her own eyes that the disobedient mud had become extremely obedient in the hands of the big boss. She suspected that the mud had been tampered with, so she secretly touched it.

Then the whole shape collapsed again.

The people around were curious, "Hey, why are you paralyzed again?"

She withdrew her hand with a guilty heart.

Bo Qichen took a look at her guilty look, sighed a few times and made the embryo again. This time, it took less than five minutes to make a bowl. Tang Qingge hurriedly drove the people away. "Boss, you go to play the others first, and I'll do the rest."

She took the bowl from him and secretly didn't know what to do.

The young man coughed and said to Bo Qichen, "there are oil paintings. I can explain to you how to draw a beautiful oil color painting. People's hands are the presenters of their hearts. What you think can be drawn in the way of painting."

"No need."

The young man was stunned and scratched his hair, "but you can draw a portrait for this young lady after learning."

He was silent.

For a long time, he looked at the boy. The boy's scalp was numb. He thought he wouldn't agree. He just wanted to talk.

Bo Qichen suddenly opened his lips.

"You lead the way."

"Ah? Oh."

The teenager took him to the oil painting area to learn how to draw an oil painting. He first started to draw a pair of sunflowers by himself. "I started painting since I was five years old. Painting is actually a job that needs patience and love. A painting master in Virginia once said that what you paint is also what you think. I like him very much."

The young man's painting skills were very good. In less than ten minutes, a beautiful Van Gogh sunflower jumped on the paper, and the people around him couldn't help but make a sound of surprise and praise.

"This pair of sunflowers is really beautiful. Each one has such brilliant sunshine."

The young man smiled shyly at the people, "because I am full of hope for the future, I also like to use bright colors when painting, so these sunflowers will bloom so brightly."

But Van Gogh is different. His sunflowers are dark yellow, representing a state of decadence.

The boy handed the pen to Bo Qichen, "you can have a try. Do I need to call that lady to be a model?"

"No."