Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 77 Bo Xinglan, I can't participate in the art competition.

Professor Yuan looked at the oil painting in his hand with bright eyes, and stroked it with trembling hands.

"What a beautiful painting..."

Even if it's just a back view, he can still feel the strong emotion in the painting.

Is this brought by Misha's painting?

If you use this painting to participate in the competition, you will definitely win a prize...

Professor Yuan's eyes radiated strong desire.

If he can compete...

He stood up excitedly and walked around the room twice, his eyes shining brightly.

Professor Yuan quickly took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Hello? Yes, I want to participate in the competition myself.

my student?

No, her drawing is terrible, I think it's better for me to participate. "

Professor Yuan picked up the oil painting on the table and said excitedly, "Believe me, this time, No.1 must be mine!"

After hanging up the phone, he carefully put away the oil painting.

Misha walked out of the school angrily.

Standing at the gate of the school, there is a lot of traffic in front of you, and everyone is in a hurry.

A sudden sourness surged in her heart, she looked at the person in front of her, turned and walked in another direction.

She was walking aimlessly on the road, and what Professor Yuan said just now kept ringing in her mind.

She originally regarded this art competition as her greatest hope, but she never expected that she would not even have the chance to participate.

Maybe she really can't draw well...

but……

Misha clenched her fists, and the raindrops began to fall from the sky at some point.

The cold rain fell on her body, and the people around started running, but Misha didn't seem to notice it.

The sky gradually darkened.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she was the only one left on the road, and the pouring rain fell from the sky, soaking all the clothes on her body.

"what are you doing!?"

A voice came suddenly through the sound of rain, with strong anger.

Misha stopped, and before she could see the person in front of her clearly, a black suit jacket wrapped her up.

The coldness all over his body seemed to be dispelled instantly.

She raised her head and saw an angry face through the rain curtain.

"Bo... Xinglan?"

Bo Xinglan frowned tightly, her eyes were condensed, and she wrapped Mi Xia tightly with a large suit jacket.

"What exactly are you doing?"

Misha trembled all over.

"Bo Xinglan...I can't participate in the art competition."

Her voice was small, muffled by the sound of rain.

But Bo Xinglan heard it.

He looked at her deeply for a while, Mi Xia's lips were pale, and his face was full of loneliness.

Bo Xinglan frowned even more, wrapped her suit jacket tightly, and led her into the car waiting on the side of the road.

Misha lowered his head and followed him into the car with a lonely expression.

"Turn up the heat."

He hugged Misha tightly, frowning, Misha was really too cold.

Mi Xia lowered her head, her whole body was drenched, and the rain rolled down her hair, making her face even paler.

Bo Xinglan took a towel and carefully wiped the sweat off her head.

Misha suddenly raised her hand to grab him, and raised her head.

"I can't participate in the art competition..."

Her voice is very small, if there is nothing.

Bo Xinglan pursed her lips and pulled her tightly.

"I know."

But Misha showed that he didn't hear it.

"Bo Xinglan, I can't go..."

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Xinglan suddenly hugged her.

Misha moved, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

She leaned on Bo Xinglan's shoulder and sobbed silently.

Bo Xinglan sat stiffly on the spot.

Although he was already wet, Misha's tears were so hot.

(End of this chapter)