Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 80 The person who made Misha cry is unforgivable

Not ugly?
Mi Xia was stunned, Bo Xinglan was saying, isn't her painting ugly?

"Have you seen my words?"

"I have seen."

It was only then that Mi Xia suddenly remembered that Bo Xinglan had indeed seen her oil paintings, and it was still...

The back view of Bo Xinglan she painted...

Misha blushed.

"Thank you, thank you."

She turned to leave, but Bo Xinglan did not let go.

Mi Xia turned her head and saw that Bo Xinglan was still frowning, not relaxing at all, and didn't want her to go.

"Bo Xinglan?"

Bo Xinglan frowned and didn't speak.

Misha thought about it.

"Don't worry, I won't give up on myself anymore. So what if Professor Yuan doesn't like my paintings? Someone will like them."

She smiled and glanced at Bo Xinglan, her round eyes smiling into two crescents.

"Don't you still like it?"

Bo Xinglan froze for a moment, then slightly looked away.

Misha tilted her head and said with a smile: "I will draw better paintings in the future, and I will definitely get the first place!"

After she finished speaking, Bo Xinglan finally let her go, and his eyes moved to the other side uncomfortably.

But his brows relaxed.

Mi Xia withdrew her hand, the place where Bo Xinglan pulled her just now was slightly hot.

She took a deep breath and cheered: "Don't worry! When I successfully hold the art exhibition, I will leave you a ticket!"

Bo Xinglan nodded slightly inaudibly, and quickly turned away.

Mi Xia watched him leave, and remembered the painting he had drawn before, the back view of Bo Xinglan.

She rummaged through the table, but couldn't find it.

"Gone?"

Misha rummaged through boxes and cabinets, searched the entire bedroom, but still couldn't find it.

"What's the matter? Aunt Chen came to clean it?"

No, Aunt Chen never comes into her bedroom.

Misha sat on the bed, frowning.

That painting was her best masterpiece so far, how could it be lost?

On the other side, Bo Xinglan had just left Mi Xia's room, but instead of going to the bedroom, he took out his phone.

The dim light in the corridor shone on his face, making his expression more condensed and gloomy.

After connecting the phone, he said coldly: "Professor Yuan from the Art Department of Yunshang University, investigate clearly."

"I will get the materials tomorrow."

"Well, there is also the National Art Competition, sign up for one person..."

In the middle of speaking, Bo Xinglan frowned, and even paused in her footsteps.

"Add the investment project of the art competition to the company's project, and I will be the final judge."

He walked to the door of his bedroom, raised his hand and opened the door, and finally said: "Investigate Professor Yuan's life, bit by bit, and send it here."

After hanging up the phone, Bo Xinglan's eyes became darker.

Those who make Misha cry are unforgivable.

The next day, Mi Xia met Aunt Chen who was cleaning.

"Aunt Chen, did you clean my bedroom yesterday?"

"No, what's the matter, Miss Mi?"

No?

Mi Xia shook her head. Since Aunt Chen never went in, where did the paintings in her room go?

At this moment, Bo Xinglan walked over.

"Do you want to participate in the art competition?"

Mi Xia was taken aback, and said in surprise: "But the registration time has passed."

Originally, she planned to sign up by herself, but then Professor Yuan said that she could sign up for her.

But thinking of what Professor Yuan said that day, she is no longer qualified to participate in the competition, right?
She is not willing to let her continue to compete with Professor Yuan...

But Bo Xinglan asked again.

"Would you like to participate?"

(End of this chapter)