Qi Fanling was unusually happy today, saying it was because her uncle was at home with her in the morning.
Bo Lin, the man who is not affected by Shu Yao's protagonist halo, may be one of the few characters in the original novel who is not a homosexual.
"Then today is a really happy day."
"Yeah, my uncle is super awesome," Qi Fanling thought of something and looked at Hua Jian timidly, "Teacher Hua, can you draw a picture for my uncle today?"
She liked the painting that Teacher Hua gave her last time very much.
Hua Jian was stunned for a moment, then said, "Of course, but I've only met your uncle once."
Qi Fanling was a little worried: "Is it impossible to paint now? But Teacher Hua only saw me once last time and painted that picture for me. It's so beautiful!"
Hua Jian thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "How about this? Let's draw a picture for Uncle that looks just like Miss Fan Ling."
Qi Fanling's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.
Hua Jian picked up the pen, thinking of Bo Lin, whom she met in the bar that night.
Wearing a well-tailored suit and leather shoes, with legs crossed, slightly thin ankles and firm thighs.
A slender white hand was bare on her thigh, a cigarette pinched between her fingertips, while the other hand rested lazily on her chin.
His jaw was delicate and sharp, his lips were straightened slightly, his nose was high, his narrow eyes were half-closed, and a hint of the light from above fell on his pupils...
Hua Jian was so engrossed in painting that he himself did not expect that he would remember the man so clearly after just a quick glance that night.
I even remember a strand of hair that fell from his forehead and scattered in the corner of his eye.
Qi Fanling went from being bored to being amazed.
Her lovely eyes were wide open, and she was amazed at the increasingly similar figure on the drawing paper.
The alien teacher is so awesome.
Suddenly there was a noise behind her. She turned her head and nervously put her finger to her lips, "Shh."
When she saw the person coming, she was surprised and asked, "Uncle?"
Hua Jian didn't notice someone coming behind him. He was describing the man's Adam's apple.
He remembered that when he placed the cocktail on the table, he looked up and spoke to Bo Lin, and the first thing he saw was Bo Lin's rapidly rolling Adam's apple.
He was a little confused. At that time, Bo Lin didn't drink anything and didn't know what he was swallowing.
The thought flashed through his mind, and the moving Adam's apple that caught his eye soon appeared on the painting.
Bo Lin held Qi Fanling's hand and stood quietly behind Hua Jian.
The young man was concentrating seriously. Bo Lin's eyes passed over his slender fingers and finally landed on the painting.
[So this was his expression that night.]
[Careless, mysterious, lazy, and a little dangerous.]
The boy was very serious today, not as noisy as usual, his tone was steady and his mood was calm.
Bo Lin just realized that this is how he looks in Hua Jian's eyes.
The man in the painting looks depressed, and the shadows on the corners of his eyes and neck are emphasized, which shows the painter's preference.
Bo Lin lightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze returning to Hua Jian's bony hands. As his fingers exerted force, veins appeared faintly.
[Tsk, this guy is pretty handsome from this perspective, the type that little girls like.]
[Or do I think he's too handsome? ]
Bo Lin's thoughts were interrupted by his noise. He said calmly, his expression unclear: "Teacher Hua."
The painter's arm trembled violently, and he turned to look at Bo Lin in horror and screamed: "Fuck! I'm so scared! When did he get here?"
A smile flashed in Bo Lin's eyes, "I'm sorry, Teacher Hua, I think I scared you."
Hua Jian forced a smile and said, "It's okay."
Bo Lin raised his chin and looked at the painting: "Teacher Hua is drawing me?"
"Yes, uncle, I asked Teacher Hua to draw it." Little Fanling hurriedly let go of Bo Lin's hand, moved closer to Hua Jian and exclaimed, "Teacher Hua, you are so amazing! The uncle you drew looks so handsome!"
Hua Jian took a deep breath, barely suppressing her pounding heart, and said, "Thank you, Miss Fan Ling, for the compliment."
Only then did Bo Lin realize that he seemed to have really scared him just now.
At this moment, Hua Jian seemed to come to her senses and muttered, "Tsk, if I had known you were going to scare me like this, I would have drawn him uglier."
Bo Lin could easily hear his dissatisfaction with himself from his inner voice, and he couldn't help but sneer.
"Master, a lady named Song Chengxin is here to see you. She said she has an appointment with you."
Butler Chen's voice interrupted the strange moment in the corridor, and Bo Lin then remembered that he stayed at home today just to see Song Chengxin.
"Please ask her to wait for me in the tea room. I'll be right there."
"Yes, Master."
Hua Jian listened to the footsteps behind her, but was thinking of the name Song Chengxin in her mind.
But after thinking for a while, he couldn't think of anything... Never mind, it must not be important.
The man in the painting before him was calm and composed, seemingly without any aggression.
However, the author's portrayal of Bo Lin is a hidden boss with unknown attributes.
Although he has a great talent for business, he is ruthless and inhumane.
At that time, after the Xie family cooperated with Shen Ling, the company collapsed within half a month, the Xie family's accounts were blocked, and almost all of its liquid funds were locked.
Xie Zhiwei found Lu Zexi and asked him to help with the cash flow. Lu Zexi agreed readily, but the money was not received for a long time.
Later, the Xie family went bankrupt, and Lu Zexi mentioned it by chance when he attended a class reunion.
It was Bo Lin who stopped him. At that time, Lu Zexi's classmates were sighing and said that it was a good thing that Bo Lin was there, otherwise Lu Zexi's money would have been wasted...
"Teacher Hua, are you feeling unwell? You look so bad."
The little girl's worried voice rang in her ears, and Hua Jian immediately came back to her senses and checked the time. "Teacher, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you, but we've finished our painting today and we can leave now."
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