"This painting has a fresh ink and a unique design. It should be recently painted. Combined with natural factors such as sunshine, forests, streams and birds, 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-renowned painter like my aunt will definitely be on the invitation list of the exhibition."

"Mr. Bo is indeed very sensible."

Xia Hewan praised.

Unexpectedly, he really knew how to paint, which broke her narrow understanding of businessmen. Although Zhuo Xuan supported her artistic dreams very much, he knew nothing about her works, and his mind was full of commercial money and exchanges of interests. Sometimes, he would only estimate how much it would be worth, and his whole body was filled with money.

She thought that all businessmen in the world were the same, and did not know how to appreciate art at all, but only knew that interests were paramount.

I don’t expect that today I met an exception, but my junior.

At a young age, he not only flourished in the shopping mall, but also explored the art world. He also had a delicate mind and had a very detailed observation. He was really excellent. He was only known for his reputation before, but now he was convinced by his personal contact. He is worthy of being the youngest richest man in the imperial capital and the most outstanding young talent. No wonder Wen Yan is a sarcastic maniac. If she had such a son, she would have been talking about him all day long. Unfortunately, none of the three under her knees were interested in painting art.

The president is so good at this rainbow fart? It's even smoother than her. My mother is very happy to see it.

Ye Xian's eyes rolled, and he had already begun to imagine his mother accepting him.

"Can you please comment on this painting?"

"The honor is that although the name of the painting is the forest in the afternoon, the finishing touch is the light that shot into the small window. It uses geometric figures and several equal shapes to make people fall into the visual trap of static composition, and uses color gradients to over-move the dynamics. Many interesting elements are added to the forest to disperse the visual center of the picture. The lines are very rhythmic. The whole picture looks balanced and comfortable, as if it is immersive..."

Ye Xian listened to the man talking in a casual manner, looked at his side face, and left without paying attention.

This man full of noble atmosphere, elegant and elegant word by word, and is really the same person as the one who asked her to call him last night?

She was stunned. Aunt Tao couldn't help but panic and reminded her, "Miss, be careful to cut your fingers!"

Bo Tingshen turned around and a sharp gaze swept over, which scared Ye Xian so much that he immediately put down the knife and blinked at him with a pure and innocent look... It was wrong, no more.

Who told you to be too charming? I was stunned as I watched...

Ye Shaowen originally wanted to embarrass Bo Ting, but unexpectedly he made him show off in front of his mother, and his mother's eyes were getting more and more appreciative.

He became even more angry, "Mom, stop asking, be careful that the vocabulary they have prepared is about to be used up!"

"?"

Ye Xian looked at him in confusion, and he said this, but my second brother was still not convinced?

Others also saw that he was deliberately looking for trouble.

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 to read the painting."

"mom……"

Ye Xian looked at Ye Shaowen's annoyed look and Bo Ting's deep and light expression, and silently picked up a piece of melon and became a melon-eating crowd.

For Mao, I feel that the second brother and the president... are like the concubine and the chief palace in the palace fighting drama. The concubine frequently makes trouble for the chief palace. Unfortunately, the chief palace has crushed his strength and slapped his face ruthlessly. It is exactly the same. In the past, she watched two women fighting each other when acting, but this time, it is rare for two men to confront each other. It is interesting and interesting!

She was happily preparing to watch the show, but Bo Tingshen suddenly smiled and walked towards her.

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

"Miss Ye, can I taste a piece?"

Ye Xian was almost choked by his words, Miss Ye and nodded repeatedly, "As of course, you can do whatever you want!"

Bo Tingshen looked at the melon on the plate, Ye Xian looked at him. After a few seconds, she realized that this... was still moving, was she waiting for her to give it to him?

She picked up a piece and took it deep. When Bo Ting Shen took it, she pinched her fingertips heavily. A wisp of electric current spread through her finger bones into her limbs and bones. Ye Xian's face suddenly turned red.

Zhu Shanshan ran over to get the watermelon and laughed quietly to her ear, "I blushed so easily? I deserve to be the innocent little Xianxian, but I just don't flirt with it!"

"Ahem~"

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

Mr. Bo is so outstanding, no wonder even Xianxian, who is ignorant of love, has fallen.

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

"Draw for me? When?"

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

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

Aunt Tao took a frame and drew it down, gently unpacking the plastic seal. A vivid picture of a girl sleeping soundly appeared on the paper.

Bo Tingshen's eyes instantly subsided.

In the painting, the girl was wearing only a thin pink sweater, revealing her slender and straight legs, overlapping on the sofa, with a strong contrast between light and dark color, highlighting that her skin was as white as porcelain, holding a page of paper in her hand, and several pages had fallen to the ground, with her head resting on the sofa, her eyes slightly closed, her eyelashes seemed static and trembling, her pink and seductive cherry blossom petals opened gently, her neck was beautifully extended, and under her beautiful and distinct collarbone, she drew a graceful curve that belonged to the girl.

His eyes stroked the drawing paper inch by inch, and Bo Tingshen held his hands tightly, as if he was trying to grasp something.

"Wow! It seems, mom, it's worthy of you!"

Ye Xian was amazed as he saw it.

Xia Hewan saw Bo Tingshen's eyes sticking to it, and smiled slightly, "Mr. Bo, how do you look at this painting?"

"If you look at it from an artistic perspective, it is impeccable, but from a character perspective, my aunt only drew one ten thousandth of the charm of Xianxian."

What?

After the words came, everyone was shocked. Ye Xian looked at him in surprise. What were you saying? Take it back quickly! If you don’t praise your mother, you are even criticizing her. Are you afraid that she will agree to us?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

On the sofa, Ye Shaowen's ruthless mockery came, "It turns out that he is a layman. My mother's portrait is one of the best in the world. Is it your turn to say something?"

Xia Hewan: "Is this...what flawed in my painting?"
Chapter completed!