Dressed As the Heart of a Paranoid Boss

  She bowed her head shyly, twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, showing a rare look of a little daughter.

  What did the president say...

  Is she that good?

   This is too high, right... She wanted to find a place to get in. If everyone wasn\'t there, it would be fine in his arms.

   Damn it! A boss is a boss, and every love talk is at the textbook level, a hundred times more lethal than me and other mortals!

  Zhu Shanshan quickly took out her small notebook and wrote it down.

  Xia Hewan also looked at him in astonishment and surprise.

   Unexpectedly, Mr. Bo had such a high evaluation of Xianxian.

   Look at Xianxian again, the tomboy who has always been carefree, usually only fights with his brother to grab snacks, but now he is actually blushing.

  This scene reminded her of how arrogant she was when she was young, and none of the aristocratic children in the capital could catch her eye, except Zhuo Xuan, who smelled of copper all over her body, and her eyes were all in the hands of her.

  This is probably what love looks like.

   When you meet someone you like, you will become the most beautiful in each other\'s mind.

Depend on! The sycophant!

  Ye Shaowen never expected that there would be a big turning point behind him, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

  Since he entered the door, he has been bragging about flattering his mother\'s painting skills, and now he is trying to flatter his little sister with sweet words. He, the president of the Bo Corporation, couldn\'t be just a sycophant? But my mother and my younger sister are just like this, women really don\'t know how to distinguish scumbags!

  President is really good!

  Pang Kai secretly gave Bo Tingshen a thumbs up. This wave of puns not only showed his heart, but also praised Mrs. Ye\'s painting skills.

  No one in the world can paint one ten-thousandth of Ye Xian, only Mrs. Ye can. Doesn’t that mean that Mrs. Ye is the best painter in the world?

  Bo Tingshen: "I have another unfeeling request. I wonder if Auntie minds?"

   "Boss, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

   "I want to buy this painting collection."

   "Collection?" Xia Hewan was surprised, "President Bo still has a hobby of collecting paintings?"

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

  He lowered his eyes slightly, taking a panoramic view of the painting and the shy and moving appearance of the little woman beside him. The light in his eyes gradually softened, like a wave of spring water.

  Ye Xian\'s heart was beating like thunder, he was almost drunk in his love talk, his head was buzzing, and his body was uncontrollably trying to lean towards him. Did the CEO turn on some love talk skill switch today?

  It\'s too terrible, she can\'t take it anymore...

   "Little Ye Zi, stand firm for me!"

  Ye Shaowen shouted her sanity back, and wanted to flirt with him in front of him? !

  Xia Hewan looked at the tenderness in his eyes, and couldn\'t help being moved, "I see, since Boss Bo likes this painting so much, I\'ll give it to you directly."

   "It\'s not..."

   "No need to refuse, Aunt Tao, pack up the painting and send it to Mr. Bo\'s car."

   "Thank you auntie, I will definitely take care of her wholeheartedly."

   "Hmm~"

  Ye Xian nodded and twisted his little hands, as if he was talking about taking care of her.

  Xia Hewan smiled knowingly: "President Bo is so proficient in painting, did he have a special education?"

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

   "But Mr. Bo\'s insight into the paintings just now is more than just a little understanding, and he has almost reached the level of a master\'s appreciation."

  Bo Tingshen: "It probably has something to do with the several times I received guidance from my neighbors when I was studying in Paris."

  "Neighbor?" Xia Hewan, "Paris is known as the city of romance, but does even one neighbor know how to paint? Could it be a teacher?"

   "Not a teacher, but a painter Pierre-Auguste MILLET"

"What?!"

  Xia Hewan was shocked, Ye Xian also looked at him in surprise, even Ye Shaowen almost stood up.

Pierre-Auguste MILLET, the most outstanding contemporary surrealist painter in France, has only created three paintings so far, each of which is a priceless treasure, hanging in the center of the World Art Museum, and more importantly...he is Xia Hewan\'s most admired Idol.

   "Really Pierre-Auguste MILLET?"

  Xia Hewan was a little unbelievable. Although it was hard to believe, Ye Xian believed it. After all, countless experiences told her that the president never brags.

  However, it is really \'modest\' to be guided by neighbors twice...

   "President, did you graduate from the University of Versailles?"

  Ye Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression changed, and Bo Ting squinted his long eyes to look at her.

  The two looked at each other, entangled in emotion, Ye Xian couldn\'t help but let go of the little hand that was pinching the corner of his clothes, and wanted to pull him, but was scared by an angry snort and immediately retracted.

  Ye Shaowen crossed his chest and sneered, "Heh, anyway, Pierre-Auguste MILLET has lived in seclusion for many years, mom, you haven\'t seen a real person, why don\'t you let others say what they want to say? You can brag about how powerful you are!"

  Bo Ting gave Pang Kai a deep look, and Pang Kai nodded immediately, and walked over with the rectangular gift box behind him.

   "I heard that my aunt has expressed her admiration and admiration for Mr. Millet in many interviews, so I specially prepared a small gift for me today."

  Pang Kai opened the gift box, and when a beautiful picture of "Sunset" was displayed, everyone was shocked.

What a beauty!

  When Xia Hewan saw the painting, Chad was stunned.

   Immediately, I carefully touched the most familiar handwriting on the picture frame, and almost burst into tears with excitement.

  —Pierre-Auguste MILLET

   "Is this the work of...MILLET?"

  Ye Xian saw MILLET\'s signature, and was surprised to lean over to observe it carefully.

Ye Shaowen also squinted his eyes and glanced at the painting desperately. When he saw MILLET\'s signature, he laughed wildly, "Hahahaha I finally showed my timidity. Who doesn\'t know that MILLET only created three paintings, each of which is hung on the How could you have his paintings in the World Expo Center, how dare you take a fake one to pass off as the master\'s work, and give it to the old..."

   "This delicate brushwork, bright and open-minded color matching, and unique style...is the work of MILLET, his own handwriting, and his signature..."

  Xia Hewan touched the frame, her hands trembling with excitement.

  Ye Shaowen\'s voice stopped abruptly.

What? Dear... pen?

   "Mom, you read it wrong! Millet has only painted three works in his life, and..."

   "Slap! What life? He\'s not dead yet!"

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

  Ye Shaowen was dumbfounded again.

  Zhu Shanshan watched him being crushed frequently, and couldn\'t help but burst out laughing.

  The male **** is too miserable, in front of Mr. Bo, he is like a weak and jumpy little cannon fodder...but this is quite cute!

  Ye Shaowen turned blue with anger when he heard the laughter.

  Thanks to the **** Bo Tingshen, his face was swollen from the beating today, and he was completely humiliated in front of Xiao Yezi. Even Zhu Shanshan, a brainless girl, started to laugh at him, and he will definitely not have the slightest dignity in this family in the future!