Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 112 It Talked
Misha still couldn't believe it.

"Who actually bought it?"

After hanging up the phone, all the long strings of numbers were floating around in her mind.

Even when he was at Mi's house, Mi Zhihe would never give her so much money, not to mention pocket money, even the necessary living expenses were pitifully small, and Mi Li and Mi Li were just like each other.

This is the first time I have received so much money, and I earned it myself!
Mi Xia thought about it for a long time, and decided to invite Bo Xinglan to have a meal.

But now that Bo Xinglan was on a business trip, even if he wanted to invite him, he had to wait until he came back.

Mi Xia repackaged "Back View" and prepared to give it to Bo Xinglan when he came back.

But she couldn't help but still wondered, who bought her painting?
This answer was quickly answered.

That night, when Misha woke up in that strange room again, he saw "Night" hanging on the wall at a glance.

The black panther was lying next to him, exactly as it looked in the painting.

"Why is this painting here?"

Surprised, Mi Xia leaned over to take a closer look, she was right, this painting was drawn by her.

"Did you buy it?"

This absurd idea popped up in Misha's mind, and it was overturned as soon as he said it.

"How is it possible? Your master must have bought it, right?"

She reached out and held the panther's head, feeling even more curious.

"It's really strange. He sent you to me and bought my paintings. Does he know me?"

Misha frowned.

"Why did he do it?"

Rubbing the black panther's ears, Misha couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Who is your master?"

Panther moved lazily, making it impossible to answer her question.

But Misha was not reconciled, she stood up and looked around.

"No, I must know."

The room was surrounded by walls, without windows, so the outside could not be seen.

There is a small skylight on the ceiling, and the moonlight comes in from the outside, but it is so high that there is no place to climb around, and Misha can't go up at all.

"If there is no window, there must be a door."

Using the moonlight, Misha touched the wall, and finally found a few very small gaps, square and square, which should be the location of the door.

The door and the wall fit very well, almost connected together, if you don't observe carefully, you can't find it at all.

Misha reached out and touched the door. The door was very smooth, and there was no door handle.

Misha tried her best, but couldn't open it at all.

"How is it possible? Can it only be opened from the outside?"

Misha frowned, and tried to force the door open along the crack of the door.

The black panther came over suddenly, rubbed its tail against Misha's body, entangled her calf and pulled her back.

Saya's strength was so great that she almost pulled Misha back.

"You don't want me to open the door?" Misha looked back at it.

Roar--

A low and hoarse roar came from the black panther's throat, clearly expressing his attitude.

Misha still didn't understand, but the attitude of the panther was very persistent.

With no other choice, Misha had to give up.

She sat on the bed, kept stroking the black panther's smooth back, and her eyes fell on the painting hanging on the wall.

Who is the other party?

Why exactly?
As I thought about it, my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Before she knew it, she slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the black panther opened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly.

In the quiet room, Bo Xinglan's voice could clearly be heard.

"Misha..."

(End of this chapter)