Dressed As the Heart of a Paranoid Boss

   "President Bo really has extraordinary taste."

   Xia Hewan praised.

Unexpectedly, he actually knew how to paint, which broke her usual narrow understanding of businessmen. For example, although Zhuo Xuan supported her artistic dream, he knew nothing about her works, and his mind was full of money and interests in business. , sometimes forcing him to look at it a few times, he would only estimate how much it would be worth, and his whole body reeked of copper.

  She thought that all businessmen in the world are the same, they don’t know how to appreciate art at all, they only know that profit is paramount.

   I don’t want to, I encountered an exception today, and I am still my junior.

At a young age, he not only flourished in the shopping malls, but also explored the art world, and his thoughts are delicate, and he has observed the details so far. Excellent, really excellent. He used to only hear his name, but now he is convinced by his own experience. The youngest richest man in the imperial capital, and the most outstanding young talent, it\'s no wonder that Wen Yan is a showman. If she had such a son, she would talk about it all day long. It\'s a pity that none of the three under her knees are interested in painting. of.

  President, this rainbow fart is pretty good, right? She is even more slippery than her, and my mother is very happy to see it.

  Ye Xian rolled his eyes, already imagining how his mother would accept him.

   "Then can I ask Mr. Bo to comment on this painting?"

"I am honored, although the title of the painting is Forest in the Afternoon, the finishing touch lies in the light entering the small window, using geometric figures and several equal shapes, making people fall into the visual trap of static composition, and using color gradients From transition 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, as if you are in the scene..."

  Ye Xian listened to the man talking, looked at his concentrating profile, and lost his mind when he didn\'t pay attention.

  This man full of nobility, every word is elegant, full of artistic charm is really the same person who asked her to call him last night?

  She was dumbfounded, and Aunt Tao couldn\'t help reminding in panic, "Miss, be careful not to cut your fingers!"

  Bo Tingshen turned around, and a sharp gaze swept over, so frightened that Ye Xian immediately put down the knife, and looked at him with pure and innocent eyes...wrong, not cut.

  Who told you to be too charming, you just stare at it...

  Ye Shaowen originally wanted to embarrass Bo Ting, but he didn\'t expect to make him stand out in front of his mother, and the way his mother looked at him became more and more appreciative.

  He became even more angry, "Mom, don\'t ask any more questions, be careful that the vocabulary prepared by others is about to run out!"

   "?"

  Ye Xian looked at him suspiciously. He has already said so much, why is the second brother still not convinced?

  Others also saw that he was deliberately finding fault.

  But Bo Tingshen didn\'t care. In comparison, Ye Shaowen seemed petty. Xia Hewan glared at Ye Shaowen, "Mr. Bo, don\'t mind, let\'s continue looking at the painting."

"mom…"

  Ye Xian saw Ye Shaowen\'s annoyed appearance and Bo Ting\'s calm expression, silently picked up a piece of melon, and became the melon-eating crowd.

Why does Mao feel that the second brother and the president... are like the concubine and the main palace in Gongdou drama. Two women are fighting each other, this time it is rare for two men to have a scheming confrontation, it is interesting and interesting!

  She was happily preparing to watch the play, when Bo Tingshen suddenly suppressed his smile and walked towards her.

  Ye Xian held the watermelon in his mouth, "?"

   "Miss Ye, can I have a piece?"

  Ye Xian almost choked on his words, Miss Ye, and nodded repeatedly, "Of course, you can do whatever you want!"

  Bo Ting looked deeply at the melon on the plate, and Ye Xian looked at him. It took a few seconds for her to realize that this...was motionless, waiting for her to give it to him?

  She picked up one piece, and when Bo Tingshen took it, he squeezed her fingertips hard, a ray of electricity went numbly along the finger bones and spread to all the limbs, Ye Xian\'s face turned red all of a sudden.

  Zhu Shanshan ran over to get the watermelon, smiled softly and leaned into her ear, "It\'s so easy to blush? As expected of a pure and innocent little Xianxian, she just doesn\'t flirt!"

   "Ahem~"

  She coughed seriously, indicating that she choked on watermelon juice. Xia Hewan also saw her blushing face, smiled and shook her head.

  Boss is so good, no wonder even the ignorant Xianxian has fallen.

   "By the way, Xianxian, my mother also drew an oil painting for you a while ago. It has been hanging in the air, and I haven\'t shown it to you yet. Aunt Tao, go to my studio to get it."

   "Draw me? When?"

  Ye Xian looked at her curiously, why didn\'t she know?

   "Last time you were reading a script on the sofa and fell asleep. I thought the picture was beautiful, so I drew it."

  Aunt Tao drew a picture with a frame, gently opened the plastic cover, and a vivid picture of a girl sleeping soundly appeared on the paper.

  Bo Ting\'s deep eyes froze instantly.

In the painting, the girl is only wearing a thin pink long sweater, revealing her slender and straight legs, crossed on the sofa, the strong contrast of light and dark colors highlights her skin as fair as porcelain, holding a sheet of paper lightly in her hand, A few pages have already fallen to the ground, the head is leaning on the sofa, the eyes are slightly closed, the eyelashes seem to be static and trembling, the pink and attractive lips of the cherry blossom petals are lightly opened, the neck is gracefully extended, and the beautiful and distinct collarbone, It draws a graceful arc that is exclusive to girls.

  Looking at the drawing paper inch by inch, Bo Tingshen clenched his hands tightly, as if trying to grab something.

   "Wow! It seems, Mom, it\'s you!"

  Ye Xian himself was amazed when he saw it.

  Xia Hewan saw Bo Ting\'s deep gaze as if glued to it, and smiled slightly, "Mr. Bo, what do you think of this painting?"

   "From the perspective of art, it is impeccably beautiful, but from the perspective of characters, Auntie only draws one ten thousandth of the charm of envy."

What?

   After the words fell, everyone was shocked, Ye Xian looked at him in surprise, what did he say? Take it back! You don\'t praise your mother much, but you still retaliate. Is it because you are afraid that she will agree with us?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  On the sofa, came Ye Shaowen\'s ruthless ridicule, "Sure enough, you are a layman, and my mother\'s portrait is one of the best in the world. It\'s your turn to make irresponsible remarks?"

  Xia Hewan: "This... Is there any flaw in my painting?"

   "No." Bo Tingshen nodded lightly, "Auntie, forgive me, but envy is a unique treasure to me. There is no painting in the world that can capture one ten-thousandth of her beauty in my heart."

Ding-

   Your love talk little prince has been envied!

   Thanks to LILY, Baby, Good Morning, Momo Tail, Leisurely Clouds in the Mountains, Sunshine and Salt, Ustinian, Baby Pig for the book coins and the votes from the cuties~

  

  

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