Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 106 Never seen such a shameless person!

The audience was silent, only Bo Xinglan's voice was heard, but there was no picture.

But even so, no one dared to neglect in the slightest.

"I'm Bo Xinglan, and I can prove that the author of "Night" is Mi Xia."

A short sentence is more powerful than a thousand words!

The host was stunned for a while, and quickly grasped the biggest selling point of this show!

He quickly calmed down and asked the screen: "Mr. Bo, do you have any evidence?"

Bo Xinglan's voice paused for a while.

"I am the evidence. Because "Night" was completed right in front of my eyes."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar!

The audience whispered and talked a lot.

Professor Yuan's face was dark and ugly. He never expected that Bo Xinglan would suddenly appear at this time.

He quickly raised his hand and took the microphone to explain.

"Everyone, don't believe it! Everyone knows that Mi Xia married Bo Xinglan's brother, so she must have hired Bo Xinglan to act as her trustee on purpose! They are all together!"

Professor Yuan raised his voice and kept shouting, shaking the hearts of the audience again.

Misha looked at the screen in surprise.

Little did they know that Bo Xinglan would appear suddenly.

Shouldn't he be on a business trip at this time?

Just as he was thinking, Bo Xinglan's voice came again.

"I'm sure that the two paintings were not painted by Professor Yuan because he can't hold a paintbrush at all. Only his attending doctor knows about this."

Professor Yuan trembled all over, his pupils shrinking in fright, and quickly hid his hands behind his back.

As soon as Bo Xinglan finished speaking, a doctor in a white coat came up as if she had been prepared a long time ago.

When Professor Yuan saw him, the blood on his face faded instantly!
The doctor pushed his glasses and said, "I am Professor Yuan's attending doctor."

The host walked over and asked, "Doctor, what did Mr. Bo mean when he said that Professor Yuan cannot draw pens?"

"Professor Yuan came to me for treatment a year ago. His hands trembled and he couldn't even hold a cup. After examination, I found that his brain and nerve coordination were out of control, and this disease is incurable."

"Although I give him some treatment on a regular basis, it can't alleviate the condition. During the routine consultation last week, Professor Yuan still couldn't hold things with his hands."

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately understood.

Professor Yuan's hands can't hold things at all now!
How can I paint when I can’t even hold a paintbrush?

At this moment, everyone realized that they had been deceived!
"A dignified professor, to do such a thing! How shameless!"

"No wonder he doesn't go to class, it turns out he can't draw at all."

"If I can't paint myself, I suppress the students and prevent them from painting. Is such a person worthy of being a teacher?"

"Stealing my own student's painting competition, and yelling "Stop the thief," saying that I drew it myself. This is the first time I've heard of it."

"Are we fools?"

"that is!"

Whether it was the computer or the person in front of the TV, they were all so angry that they slapped the table!

It's been a long time, I've never seen such a shameless person!

The scene was even more noisy, and the audience's dissatisfaction grew louder.

Professor Yuan's face is getting darker and darker, and he still doesn't give up.

"I said I drew it, so I did it! Shut up, all of you!"

The audience rolled their eyes in dissatisfaction, and was about to quarrel when a voice suddenly sounded from below.

"If you drew it, why don't you draw another one for us to see now?"

When Misha heard this familiar voice, she quickly turned her head to look.

I saw Shasha holding a painting in her hand and walking up aggressively.

(End of this chapter)