The Big Brother's Daughter Has Become the Favorite of the Wealthy Group Chapter 260

   Chapter 260 Do you still want two more legs?

   Mr. Huo obviously forgot that Mr. Pei was such a "spineless" person.

As long as he can achieve his goal and let him sell himself, he can immediately take off his clothes and lie on the bed for you to see. It is very shameless, and his brain circuit is not normal. He just asks him to ask. I don't know how much Mr. Pei has done. Again, not too simple.

If Bo Ya's painting was good, Mr. Huo would have taken the picture to Mr. Pei to show off without saying a word, but now Mr. Huo couldn't hold back the painting, and took another look at the painting, only one glance made him tremble He quickly retracted his gaze, his little heart was beating violently, and he couldn't look at it any more.

   Probably seeing Mr. Huo and not answering for too long, Mr. Pei sent it again: "Where is the person?"

   Mr. Pei: "Don't you regret it?"

Just as Mr. Huo was about to say, so what, he planned to scoff at the rogue and pretend that nothing happened, but saw Mr. Pei send it again: "Even if you go back on your word, you have to send it to me! No one is being attacked yet. After I begged, I didn't agree to do things! If you don't send it, I'll kill Huo's house now."

   Mr. Huo: "..."

   Mr. Pei is really not that easy to pass away. He said that he will come, and he really will. Mr. Huo hasn't told Bo Ya about the two ivy snakes. How could Mr. Pei come over to ruin his good deeds.

   In order to make him shut up, Mr. Huo had to bite the bullet, closed his eyes, picked up the phone, and without looking at it, he took a random picture of the picture and quickly sent it to Mr. Pei.

   Mr. Pei: "???"

   Mr. Pei: "What the **** did you send me?"

   Mr. Huo: "Aren't you going to watch Bo Ya's paintings?"

   Mr. Huo: "This is it."

   Mr. Pei opposite didn't reply for a long time, Mr. Huo asked, "Old Pei, are you alright?"

   "It's okay," Mr. Pei's tone sounded quite normal, but the ending sounded a bit floating, "...I can still persevere. Isn't it just a painting, trivial... ugh."

   The voice of nausea suddenly sounded.

   Mr. Huo: "..."

   is very good, but another scourge.

   I have to say that Bo Ya's paintings are really ugly. Ugly is too horrible to see, can't bear to look directly at it, and there is a strange power that directly hits people's hearts, making this kind of ugliness full of impact that destroys people's hearts.

   To a certain extent, Bo Ya is a painting genius, but not someone who paints at a young age can give a painting a unique soul.

Although Huo Ji'an was persuaded by Bo Yexiao, he still looked at Bo Ya, who was painting with suspicion, and didn't believe it at all. The more she could paint, the better, but the little girl was full of confidence. You can draw so well, and in the next few pictures, I will definitely be able to draw even better!

She looked at Huo Ji'an and carefully copied it on the paper. Occasionally, she would eat a few mouthfuls of cake and drink a few mouthfuls of milk from time to time. The painting speed was even faster this time, and it took almost five or six minutes to produce a painting in one breath. After taking four or five pictures, and one was uglier than the other, Huo Ji'an looked at Bo Yexiao silently.

   Bo Yexiao was also silent.

   Finally couldn't hold back, raised his hand and tapped the little girl who was eating corn on the head: "Draw carefully."

  Xiao Boya was stunned for a second, then looked at him aggrieved: "Dad, I'm serious about drawing, I'm serious, I'm not serious, can I draw my uncle like this?"

   Said, she spread the newly drawn paintings on the table, and patted them with her small hands, "Look, these look like uncles, they are almost exactly the same."

  Huo Ji'an: "..."

   You may have misunderstood about the exact sameness.

  Huo Ji'an couldn't bear it anymore, and went to correct Bo Ya: "Who told you that I have four hands?"

   The little girl shook her head and said truthfully, "No one."

"then you……"

   "But I think uncle has four hands." The little girl looked serious and her eyes were full of innocence, "This way, uncle can eat cake, corn and milk while eating."

   Thin Ya seems to be very envious: "It's so awesome!"

  Huo Jixin said that I had absolutely no idea where the stick was, and asked in a bad tone, "What happened to the eight legs? Think I'm a spider?"

"If you can't run fast on two legs," Little Loli said earnestly with her dark eyes full of sincerity, "If you can't run fast, your father will be arrested and beaten, and there is no food to eat, but if you have eight legs, your uncle can run It will be very fast, and I will definitely not be beaten by my father."

  Huo Ji'an's mouth twitched: "Why did I get beaten by your father?"

"Yes," Little Loli seemed to have reacted. She looked at the expressionless Bo Yexiao and then at Huo Ji'an, hesitated, and whispered, "Although you haven't been beaten by my father now, uncle, But maybe you will be beaten by my dad in the future?"

   What a good assumption.

  Huo Ji'an didn't smile: "So I have to thank you?"

   "No," Little Loli waved her hand, "You're welcome."

   looked at Huo Ji'an eagerly and said, "Uncle, do you want two more legs? I can draw two more for you."

Huo Ji'an didn't want to bear it anymore, why should he be treated with such humiliation, he just stood up from his seat with a gloomy face, and was about to leave with a pole, when he saw Bo Yexiao rolled up his sleeves, his smooth and cold jaw pointed towards him. Pointing at him, he said, "Wait a minute."

   Then, in the next second, he carried the beautiful little girl to the corner and started the first round of beatings.

  Three minutes later, Bo Yexiao's face was covered with tears, crying and sobbing non-stop, the little girl with a pale pink face came back, and asked her with a cold look:

   "Can you draw now?"

   "Woooooo~" Little Loli cried with a pear blossom with rain, with a big blister of tears in her eyes, choked up and said, "Can, can draw well..."

   Huo Ji'an suddenly felt that he could hold on for a while longer.

However, although she was severely taught by her father that she was not allowed to let go of herself and add her own subjective ideas to the painting, she couldn't bear the pen in the little girl's hand to have her own ideas. Give Huo Jian a leg.

   Obviously, the little girl at this meeting must be thinking that if she had an extra leg just now, she would not be caught and beaten by her father.

Bo Yexiao saw that leg, and let out a cold "cough" from the side. The warning was very heavy. The little girl glanced at him with teary eyes, and had no choice but to hold the eraser and remove the extra piece. legs wiped off.

   couldn't help but retorted in a low voice, "Dad, you don't know how to appreciate it at all..."

  Bo Yexiao replied ruthlessly: "I don't want to understand either."

   He didn't think there was anything worth appreciating about the spider spirit drawn by this little thing.

  Xiao Bo Ya's cheeks bulged, and he snorted angrily.

   (end of this chapter)

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