Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

"The ink of this painting is fresh and the idea is unique. It should have been painted recently. Combined with the natural factors such as sunshine, forest, stream bird, style and the exhibition time of the international oil painting exhibition, it is not difficult to guess that it is an exhibition work. Moreover, a world-famous painter like my aunt will be on the list of invited artists."

"Mr. Bo's taste and knowledge are really extraordinary."

Xia Hewan praised.

Unexpectedly, he really understood painting, which broke her narrow understanding of businessmen. For example, although Zhuo Xuan supported her artistic dream, she didn't know anything about her works. His mind was full of commercial money and interests. Sometimes he forced him to have a look, he only estimated how much it would be worth, and his whole body smelled of copper.

She thought that all the businessmen in the world were the same. They didn't know how to appreciate art at all. They only knew how to put interests first.

I don't want to. Today, I met an exception. I'm still my junior.

As a young man, he not only flourishes in shopping malls, but also explores the art world. He has a delicate mind and makes meticulous observation. So far, he is excellent. He used to only hear his name, but now he is convinced by his personal contact. He deserves to be the youngest richest man and the most outstanding young talent in the imperial capital. No wonder Wen Yan is a dazzler. If she had such a son, It's a pity that none of them is interested in painting.

President, is this Rainbow fart blowing well? She's better than her. Mom is very happy.

Ye Xian's eyes turned and he began to imagine his mother accepting him.

"Can Mr. Bo comment on this painting?"

"It's a great honor. Although it's called the forest in the afternoon, the highlight of the painting is that the light shining into the small window uses geometric figures and some equal shapes, which makes people fall into the visual trap of static composition. In addition, it uses color gradients to transform to dynamic. Many interesting elements are added in the forest to disperse the visual center of the picture. The lines are very rhythmic, and the whole picture looks balanced and comfortable, It's like you're on the scene... "

Ye Xian listened to the man talk, looking at his concentrated side face, a don't pay attention to left God.

Is this noble, elegant and artistic man the same person she called last night?

She was stunned. Aunt Tao couldn't help but panic and remind her, "Miss, please cut your finger carefully!"

Bo tingshen turns around, and a fierce look sweeps over. He is so scared that ye Xian immediately puts down his knife, blinks his innocent eyes and looks at him... Wrong, no cutting.

Who told you to be too charming? You'll be stunned

Ye Shaowen originally wanted to embarrass Bo Ting deeply, but unexpectedly, he was in the limelight in front of his mother, and her mother's eyes were more and more appreciative of him.

He was even more angry, "Mom, don't ask any more, otherwise the vocabulary prepared by others will run out!"

“？”

Ye Xian looks at him suspiciously, all say this degree, two elder brothers still don't accept?

Other people also saw that he was deliberately picking fault.

But Bo tingshen didn't care. By contrast, ye Shaowen was mean. Xia Hewan glared at Ye Shaowen, "Mr. Bo, don't mind. Let's continue to look at the paintings."

"Ma..."

Ye Xian looks at Ye Shaowen's angry appearance and thin court's deep wind and light cloud expression. He silently picks up a piece of melon and becomes a melon eating crowd.

As like as two peas and the president of Mao Dou brother, like concubines and Gong Gong in the palace play, concubines frequently make trouble to make trouble for the palace. Unfortunately, the strength of the palace is crushed and ruthless, and it is just the same. Before, she acted in two women's torment, and this time, two men were very rare.

As she was happily preparing for the opera, Bo tingshen suddenly gathered a smile and walked towards her.

Ye Xian is holding a watermelon in his mouth

"Miss ye, may I try one?"

Ye Xian was almost choked by his sentence, and nodded, "of course, you are free!"

Bo tingshen looks at the melon on the plate. Ye Xian looks at him. A few seconds later, she reacts. This... Doesn't move. Is she waiting for her to give it to him?

She picked up a piece of it, connected it with the thin court, and pinched her fingertips with her finger pulp. A wisp of electric current passed through her finger bones, and ye Xian's face turned red.

Zhu Shanshan ran over to get the watermelon and whispered to her ear, "is it so easy to blush? It is worthy of being a pure little envy, that is, not to be touched! "

"Keke ~"

She coughed and said that she was choked by watermelon juice. Xia Hewan saw her scarlet face and shook her head with a smile.

Mr. Bo is so excellent that it's no wonder that even those who are not familiar with love have been occupied.

"By the way, Xianxian, my mother drew an oil painting for you some time ago. It's been hanging, but I haven't shown it to you. Aunt Tao, go to my studio and get it."

"Draw for me? When? "

Ye Xian looks at her curiously, how does she not know?

"The last time you read the script on the sofa and fell asleep, I thought the picture was beautiful, so I drew it."

Aunt Tao draws down a picture with a frame, gently uncovers the plastic cover, and a vivid picture of a girl sleeping suddenly appears on the paper.

Thin court deep Mou light instantly congealed.

In the painting, the girl is only wearing a thin pink fur coat, showing her slender and straight legs, overlapping on the sofa. The strong contrast between light and dark highlights her skin as white as porcelain. She is holding a page of paper in her hand, and several pages have fallen to the ground. Her head is leaning on the sofa, her eyes are slightly closed, her eyelashes seem static and quiver, and her cherry petals are tender and attractive, The neck is extended gracefully. Under the beautiful and distinct clavicle, it draws a beautiful radian that belongs to girls.

The Mou light one inch stroked the drawing paper, thin court deep hand did not feel clenched for a while, as if to grasp what.

"Wow! It's like, mom, it's you! "

Ye Xian looked at himself as like as two peas.

Xia Hewan saw Bo tingshen's eyes sticking to the top and said with a smile, "Mr. Bo, what do you think of this painting?"

"From an artistic point of view, it's impeccable, but from a character's point of view, my aunt has only drawn one tenth of her admiration."

what?

Words fall, everyone is surprised, ye Xian surprised to look at him, what to say? Take it back! You don't praise mom much, but you still attack her for fear that she will agree with us?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

On the sofa, came Ye Shaowen's merciless sarcasm, "it's really a layman. My mother's portrait is one of the best in the world. You can say three things and four things in turn?"

Xia Hewan: "this... Is my painting. Is there any defect?"

"No Bo tingshen nodded gently, "aunt, if I may be bold, envy is a unique treasure for me. There is no painting in the world that can show her beauty in my heart."