Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 79 Your painting is not ugly

Misha lowered her head, deep sadness spread out.

Bo Xinglan stared at her, but did not speak.

Misha raised the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

"It was my mother who taught me how to draw. Since I can remember, I have been sitting in my mother's favorite studio. The first painting I drew was also taught by my mother."

"I used to rely on painting as my only reliance. If I didn't have a paintbrush, when my mother had an accident, I would have..."

"My mother said that the greatest hope is to see my paintings appear in the art exhibition. I thought..."

"I thought that through this opportunity, I could realize this wish"

"Although my mother is gone, I still want to fulfill her wish, because it is not only her wish, but also mine."

The smile on Misha's face gradually became painful.

"I've always... always thought so..."

Bo Xinglan didn't speak, but sat next to Mi Xia and didn't leave.

He listened to her quietly, and seemed to be by her side forever.

Mi Xia looked at Bo Xinglan, the tears in his eyes were about to fall.

The flickering eyes made Bo Xinglan's muscles tense instantly.

His hands on his knees were even clenched into fists, and his expressionless face looked fierce!
As if angry.

After a while, he spoke forcefully.

"do not Cry."

Gritting his teeth, he jumped out word by word, not like comforting, but more like cursing.

Misha froze for a moment, the tears in his eyes retreated in fright.

All the sadness in my heart disappeared.

Misha looked up at him blankly.

Bo Xinglan frowned, the displeasure on his face became more obvious.

"Just because of one person's words, you gave up?"

He stood up abruptly and looked down at Misha condescendingly.

"So you're going to give up?"

Misha was stunned, not knowing what to do.

"No, no..."

"Then why are you crying!" Bo Xinglan suddenly raised her voice.

Misha trembled all over.

"I do not have……"

Bo Xinglan frowned, his face was full of anger.

He bent down suddenly and approached Misha.

Misha's eyes widened, and he stepped back slightly.

Bo Xinglan has already stretched out her finger, and tapped slightly at the corner of Mi Xia's eyes.

There were crystal tears on the fingertips.

"what is this?"

Misha's face burned, and her cheeks slowly turned red.

"No, no..."

Bo Xinglan's eyes fell on her face and stared at her for a moment.

"It's eleven o'clock."

He slowly stood up straight and looked down at Misha. "go to sleep."

Misha was taken aback by the commanding tone.

Bo Xinglan was standing beside her, waiting for her motionless.

Misha didn't even have time to continue to be sad, so she stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Bo Xinglan also followed behind her without saying a word.

Misha walked to the door and turned to look at the person behind him.

"Thank you for today."

After finishing speaking, he did not wait for Bo Xinglan's reply.

Misha turned around and was about to close the door, but her hand was suddenly pulled.

She turned around and saw Bo Xinglan looking at him.

He frowned, as if he was making a difficult decision.

He almost used up all his strength.

"Your painting."

"Ok?"

Misha looked at him curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.

Bo Xinglan frowned even tighter, looking very fierce.

After watching for a long time, he finally spoke.

"Not ugly."

(End of this chapter)