Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

Words fall, a son of heat rush up head, make ye Xian white such as jade of small face all burn red, connect to wear neck all dye on layer upon layer Fei color.

She lowered her head shyly, wringing the corners of her clothes with her hands, revealing her rare little daughter's home state.

What does the president say

Is she that good?

She wants to find a place to get in. If everyone is not there, he will be very good in his arms.

what the fuck! Big guy is big guy, say a love word is textbook level, than I and other mortals kill a hundred times stronger!

Zhu Shanshan quickly took out a small book and wrote it down.

Xia Hewan also looked at him in amazement and surprise.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Bo's evaluation of Xianxian is so high.

Look at Xianxian. He is always careless. He usually fights with his brother for snacks, but now he blushes.

This scene, can't help but let her think of her young age, relying on arrogance, all over the capital of the aristocratic family children, no one into the eye, only planted in a copper stink, eyes are her Zhuo Xuan hands.

This is what love looks like.

Meet the person you like, each other will become the best in each other's mind.

Shit! This flatterer!

Ye Shaowen never thought that there was a big turning point behind him. He was so angry that he was gnashing his teeth.

He began to brag and flatter his mother's painting skills when he entered the house, and now he comes to flatter his younger sister. Isn't his position as Bo's president just a slap in the face? But my mother and my younger sister are just like this. Women really can't tell the difference between men!

What a great president!

Pang Kai secretly gives Bo tingshen a thumbs up. This pun not only shows his mind, but also praises Mrs. Ye's painting skills.

No one in the world can draw one ten thousandth of Ye Xian's, but Mrs. ye can. Doesn't that mean Mrs. Ye is the best painter in the world?

Bo tingshen: "I have another request. Do you mind?"

"Bo always has something to say!"

"I want to buy this painting collection."

"Treasure?" Xia Hewan was surprised, "does Mr. Bo still have a hobby of collecting paintings?"

"No, I just want to keep this one."

He dropped his eyes slightly, and took a panoramic view of the shyness and moving appearance of the painting and the little woman beside him. The light in his eyes was gradually gentle and moving like a wave of spring water.

Ye Xian's heart beats like thunder. He's almost drunk in his love talk. His head is buzzing and his body wants to lean towards him uncontrollably. Did the president turn on the skill switch of love talk today?

It's terrible. She can't stand it

"Little leaf, you stand firm for me!"

Ye Shaowen called her mind back in a voice. In front of him, he still wants to make love with him?!

Xia Hewan looked at the tenderness of his eyes and said, "I see. Since Mr. Bo likes this painting so much, I'll give it to you directly."

"It's not..."

"There's no need to refuse, aunt Tao. Pack up the picture and send it to Mr. Bo's car."

"Thank you, aunt. I will take care of her."

"Mm-hmm ~"

Ye Xian nodded and twisted her hands, as if to take care of her.

Xia Hewan said with a knowing smile, "Mr. Bo is so proficient in painting. Has he studied specially?"

"It's not proficient, it's just a little understanding."

"But Mr. Bo's views on paintings just now are more than just a little understanding. They are almost up to the level of a master."

Bo tingshen: "probably it has something to do with receiving several times of guidance from neighbors when studying in Paris."

"Neighbors?" Xia Hewan said, "Paris is known as the romantic capital. Even a neighbor knows how to draw? Is it a teacher? "

"It's not a teacher, it's the painter Pierre augustemillet"

"What?"

Xia Hewan was shocked, and ye Xian looked at him in surprise. Even ye Shaowen almost stood up.

Pierre augustemillet is the most outstanding surrealist painter in Contemporary France. So far, he has only created three paintings, each of which is priceless and hung in the center of the world art museum. More importantly, he is Xia Hewan's favorite idol.

"Is it Pierre augustemillet?"

Xia Hewan is unbelievable. Although it's hard to believe, ye Xian believes it. After all, countless experiences tell her that the president never brags.

However, it's really "modest" just to be guided by the neighbors

"President, did you graduate from Versailles?"

Ye Xian raised her eyebrows slightly, and her face was flowing. Bo Ting squinted at her with long eyes.

The two men's eyes are filled with emotion. Ye Xian can't help but let go of the little hand holding the corner of his clothes. He wants to pull him, but he is scared back by an angry hum.

Ye Shaowen put his chest around and sneered, "well, Pierre Auguste millet has lived in seclusion for many years. Mom, you haven't seen a real person. You can't say what people want to say? How powerful, how to blow

Bo tingshen gives Pang Kai a look. Pang Kai immediately nods and walks over with the rectangular gift box behind him.

"I heard that my aunt had revealed her admiration and admiration for Mr. millet in many interviews. I came here today to prepare a special gift."

When Pang Kai opened the gift box and revealed a beautiful picture of sunset, everyone was shocked.

How beautiful!

When Xia he saw the painting, he was stunned.

Then, hand carefully toward the picture frame that a few of the most familiar handwriting touch, excited almost tears.

——Pierre-AugusteMILLET

"This is the work of... Milt?"

Ye Xian saw the signature of millet and was surprised to get close and observe it carefully.

Ye Shaowen also squints his eyes and glances at the painting desperately. When he sees milt's signature, he laughs wildly, "hahaha, finally he's scared. Who doesn't know that milt has only created three pictures, each of which is hung in the center of the World Expo. How can you have his paintings? How dare you take a fake to pretend to be a master's work and give it to the old man..."

"The exquisite brushwork, bright and open-minded color matching, and unique style... Are the works of milt, his own handwriting, and his signature..."

Xia Hewan felt the picture frame and his hands trembled excitedly.

Ye Shaowen's voice suddenly stopped.

what? Pro... Pen?

"Ma, you are wrong! Milt has not only painted three works in his life, but also... "

"Talk! What life? He's not dead yet

When the idol was offended, Xia Hewan's face suddenly changed.

Ye Shaowen was dumb again.

Zhu Shanshan looked at him repeatedly being crushed, and couldn't help laughing.

Male god is also too miserable, in front of Mr. Bo, it's like a weak and jumping cannon dust... But it's quite lovely!

Ye Shaowen's face turned blue when he heard the laughter.

Thanks to Bo tingshen, his face is swollen today and he has lost his face in front of Xiao Ye. Even Zhu Shanshan, a mindless girl, starts to laugh at him. He will not be dignified in this family in the future!