The Big Brother's Daughter Has Become the Favorite of the Wealthy Group Chapter 259

   Chapter 259 Bo Ya's Amazing Paintings

   It's just that Mr. Huo's humiliation has not yet received a response from Mr. Pei.

   I saw the little girl over there who was immersed in painting and suddenly put down the brush in her hand.

   She picked up the drawing paper on the table, happily looked at the handsome man who was answering emails with his mobile phone down, and called him crisply:

   "Dad, I'm done drawing."

   Mr. Huo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the time on his phone.

   It's been less than ten minutes, and the thin bud is finished?

   This is too fast.

Mr. Huo was deeply surprised. He thought that Bo Ya would paint for two or three hours. After all, painting is a very labor-intensive, detail-oriented thing that requires full attention. Moreover, it is a portrait of such a complex character with a lot of details. For a few hours, it can't be done at all.

   I'm afraid Huo Ji'an thought so too, he closed his eyes and started to doze off blatantly.

   But Mr. Huo thought about it and understood again.

  What kind of character is Bo Ya? People don't know how many world-class masterpieces he has painted before, and practice makes perfect.

Now it's just a small portrait of a person. For Bo Ya, who has rich painting experience, it's a piece of cake. It's not even a piece of cake. You don't even need to think about it, you can move your fingers easily and effortlessly. to draw Huo Ji'an's appearance.

   This further confirmed the conjecture of Mr. Huo.

  Bo Ya must be a mysterious painter in the world.

   Mr. Huo hurried over and was about to take a photo to show off to Mr. Pei.

   Huo Suixi, who was bringing creamed corn to Bo Ya in the kitchen, also ran over.

   Huo Ji'an, who was about to fall asleep, was also awakened by Bo Ya's voice and opened his eyes. He was obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect Bo Ya to draw it so quickly.

   However, when the three of them probed towards Bo Ya's painting, they all fell silent.

The most silent among the    is probably Bo Ye Xiao.

   He just wanted Bo Ya to remember Huo Ji'an's face, so that after a long time, or if she ate too much, she turned her head and forgot what she looked like.

   As the saying goes, good memory is not as good as bad writing, no matter how much you remember, no matter how long you look at it, it is not as impressive as drawing.

It's just that Bo Yexiao looked at the painting with a ferocious expression, as if he wanted to eat people, but his body was extremely shriveled, with four hands and eight legs, like a spider but not quite like a spider, and two pig noses to act as a The stickman with eyes has not been able to speak for a long time.

   He forgot that the first picture this little thing drew was a thing that could not be seen.

  Huo Ji'an was silent for a long time, still unwilling to believe that this was what he looked like in Bo Ya's heart, the corner of his mouth raised a deceptive smile like a spring breeze, pointed at the painting, and asked in a persuasive manner:

   "Who is this? Shouldn't it be me?"

   "It's you, Uncle Huo."

The little girl didn't take this trick, and directly shattered his fantasy. After she finished painting just now, she breathed a long sigh of relief and was starving. She turned around and picked up the bowl of cream that Huo Suixi had just brought. She buried her head and ate the corn, and then she heard Huo Ji'an asking, her dark and bright eyes were like crescent moons, she bent, and said:

   "Isn't it super nice! You look so much like Uncle, right?"

  Huo Ji'an couldn't accept such extreme humiliation. He didn't give face at all, and said blankly, "I don't think so..."

   Before he could say the word "yes", Mr. Huo stomped his foot hard.

   Mr. Huo glared at him as a warning, telling him not to talk nonsense, and then said to Bo Ya kindly:

"Yes, yes, this painting is very similar to him. I have never seen such a painting, it is more like a real person than himself, Bo Ya, you are too amazing, you actually painted him like this. picture."

Huo Suixi also recovered and understood that the goddess is not proficient in everything, which also gave Huo Suixi the confidence to defeat Bo Ya - Bo Ya also has things that she is not good at, and she is not invincible. .

   Hearing what Mr. Huo said, he gave a thumbs up and said in agreement, "It's amazing, it looks like it is my uncle."

  Huo Ji'an: "..."

   Enough is enough.

  I still want you shameless.

  Bo Yexiao was not discouraged, and there was no way to be discouraged. If he was angry because of one painting, he would have been angry long ago. Instead, he took out a few more sheets of paper and asked the little girl to continue painting.

  Xiao Boya did not complain, as long as she had something to eat, she would be happy.

   And I have fun drawing.

   It's even happier when you eat while drawing.

   But Huo Ji'an was not so happy anymore, he rubbed his forehead, his expression not so friendly: "No, you still let her paint? Do you think she humiliated me and not humiliated enough?"

  Bo Yexiao folded his fingers and sat gracefully on the sofa, not frightened by him at all, looked back without hesitation, and said lightly:

   "I advise you to accept it. After all, this is your only chance to not have nightmares at night after seeing this painting."

   In fact, Bo Yexiao didn't quite understand why this little thing's painting made people have nightmares, but it was the truth, no one could escape after seeing that terrifying corn portrait.

Except for Mr. Pei, but Mr. Pei was blinded by lard, which is a special case. He is blind. He thinks that Bo Ya's paintings are particularly beautiful and shocking. Therefore, even if he has nightmares, he is blinded by these paintings. When surrounded, I just feel happy.

   Therefore, it is not entirely correct to say that Bo Ya's paintings will give people nightmares. Qin Wu's conjecture may be correct. The paintings of this little thing have a unique soul.

   Those who see it think it is ugly, and nightmares will follow them. People who see it think it is beautiful, and they will have sweet dreams at night.

   And now, they all feel very ugly, and this night's nightmare is probably indispensable.

   I can only make this little thing draw a few more pictures, and strive to draw as much as possible. It's brainwashing.

   What Bo Yexiao said was mysterious, Huo Ji'an knew very well that he was not a man full of lies, even Bo Yexiao rarely told lies, and basically told the truth.

  Huo Ji'an had a bad face, but he sat back on the sofa and said:

   "I only believe you once."

  Huo Ji'an is done here, the little girl can continue painting again. Relying on the filter of worshipping Bo Ya, Huo Suixi also stepped out of the shadow of the terrifying painting, and was completely unaffected by the painting.

It was Mr. Huo, who wanted to come out too, but unfortunately he couldn't. Bo Ya's paintings were so ugly. If Huo Ji'an really looked like this, Mr. Huo would sell him as soon as he was born. Ugly things live in Huo's house.

   However, to make matters worse—

The words he sent before, "How is it, do you want to see it? If you ask me, I may be able to take a picture of it with great mercy, and send it to you to see, so that you can see the world.", also received Pei. Father's reply.

   Mr. Pei returned almost immediately: "Well, please."

   added: "Remember to take a picture for me! If you let me know that you are playing with me, you will die."

   Mr. Huo: "..."

   (end of this chapter)

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