Which wild man is the one painted in Chapter 1700?
Bo Yanzheng let out a long, painful breath, "No, all the communicators were probably discovered and destroyed. We tried to contact her, but there was no response."
"So there is a complete loss of contact..." Bo Leyao's heartbeat skipped half a beat, "Ever since I was a child, compared with Le Lin, I have been like a loser... I really can't believe that such a smart and outstanding person younger sister……"
She glanced out the window, and she didn't know when it started to snow again.
The tiny snowflakes are so small and thin that there are almost no traces when they fall on the ground.
She couldn't help but stand up, "It's snowing again."
Looking at the tiny snowflakes outside the window, she sighed, "I don't know what's going on with Lelin. I'm so worried! Brother, what can I do? I don't want to just wait at home. This is too painful. .” ??
"Le Yao, don't be like this." Bo Yanzheng walked to her side and held her shoulders with both hands, "You are not in good health to begin with. In this winter, you are more likely to suffer from old illnesses. I heard that you are suffering from chronic illness these days. Joe slept with you?"
Bo Leyao nodded, "You are all not at home, only Shen Qiao is at home, so I asked her to accompany me..."
It was too cold. Although the heating at home was turned on at full speed, she still felt cold all over when she went to bed at night, so she asked Shen Qiao to come over and help her warm her bed.
Bo Yanzheng felt warm in his heart, "Just be good and don't run around. Just stay at home. Do you understand?"
After saying that, he looked in the direction of the stairs.
Turn around and walk upstairs.
Bo Leyao turned around to look at him, inexplicably why he suddenly ran away?
However, she didn't think much about it.
Instead, she looked at her phone. It was almost noon now, so she simply went upstairs to find Su Jinghuai.
Su Jinghuai still couldn't speak and was sitting silently by the window, handling some official business.
Although he was speechless, he did not neglect his work.
"Brother Jinghuai, are you a workaholic? Can't you take a break?" Bao Leyao walked up to him, took the documents out of his hand, and looked at him displeased, "I order you now, hurry up Go back to bed and rest for a while."
Her delicate and pretty voice, coupled with her beautiful and delicate face, is both cute and alluring.
Seeing this made Su Jinghuai feel soft in her heart.
He couldn't help but smile softly and nodded to Bo Leyao.
He has become accustomed to being unable to speak in recent days.
Generally, short sentences are expressed by nodding and shaking the head.
If you are older, you can type on your phone.
Although he cannot speak, it does not greatly affect his communication with everyone.
Bao Leyao held his arm and helped him
When he got to the bed and sat down, he was wearing a pair of slippers. He took them off naturally. Bao Leyao helped him cover him with the quilt and covered his legs.
After doing all this, she looked at him and said, "It's snowing outside again, so don't work all the time and take a rest. Lelin disappeared, and her father and mother went out to look for her. Mom is so wise,
You can definitely find her, right?"
When Su Jinghuai heard what Bo Leyao said, her face changed slightly and she quickly typed on the memo on her phone, "Lelin disappeared? When did it happen?"
"It's just that you are sick. My brother and the others didn't tell you." Bao Leyao sat next to him and told him, "Brother Jinghuai, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't help but talk to you! Otherwise
If so, I will go crazy."
Su Jinghuai couldn't help but want to reach out and hold her in her arms to comfort her like before.
But when he just stretched out his hand, he paused and then quietly put his hand down.
He is just a mute now, so what qualifications do he have to hug her?
He couldn't give her anything.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart, and typed a line on his mobile phone, "Lelinji people have their own destiny. Leyao, be more optimistic. As long as dad and mom take action, there is nothing in this world that they can't do as a couple.
thing."
In his heart, the husband and wife team of Bo Xingzhi and Ruan Su are simply not too powerful.
No monster or monster can be a match for their couple.
Bo Leyao thought about it and felt that what Su Jinghuai said made sense.
Dad and Mom are god-like existences.
Not an ordinary person!
In the past, when we were in the metaphysical world, weren't all the powerful enemies eliminated by the couple?
Thinking of this, she instantly felt better.
She took the initiative to snuggle up to Su Jinghuai's shoulder, "Brother Jinghuai, it's great to have you."
The faint fragrance of her body came to Su Jinghuai's breath, but she thought painfully in her heart, I am not good at all, not even a little bit...
I am a mute, how can I be worthy of you?
Le Yao... stay away from me.
Thinking of this, he sadly typed on his phone, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while."
Bo Leyao nodded when he saw this, "Then I won't disturb you. I'm going back to the room first. You have a good rest."
Seeing her leaving, Su Jinghuai felt very disappointed.
His chest was as heavy as a big stone. He got out of bed and walked
Go to the window, your tall figure is reflected by the window, looking at the snowflakes outside the window.
The snowflakes were very small at first, but now they are getting bigger and bigger.
Le Lin... hold on, your parents will find you soon. He could only pray silently like this.
Not only him, but Bo Yanzheng also thought so.
He walked to Shen Qiao's room, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
But no one responded to him.
He was slightly stunned, and while he was hesitating, he suddenly remembered that Shen Qiao had been practicing painting recently.
She should be in her mother's studio, right?
So, he turned around and continued upstairs. The studio was not on the second floor, but on other floors of the villa.
He came all the way to the studio, and the door of the studio was open. .??.
In the studio, the woman sat next to the window. She took the paintbrush and started moving it on the canvas without hesitation. The woman steadily drew lines on the canvas, copied it, and painted it carefully.
The light shines on the woman's fair and slender hands, and even the blood vessels can be seen clearly.
She looked at the drawing paper intently, and the eyes gradually reflected the man on the drawing paper. The man smiled slightly with his lips curled up, and those deep eyes seemed to be looking at you as if you were his world.
After a while, she put down the brush and took a good look at the painting.
After these days of hard practice, she was able to draw portraits directly. This was her first attempt to draw a full-body portrait.
At first glance, the painting looks okay, but if you look closely, you will find that there are still many shortcomings.
She felt very dissatisfied and said, "It would be great if the teacher was here. She could give me some guidance."
She took a long breath, and when she looked up, she found Bo Yanzheng standing at the door.
She was startled, as if she had been frightened, and quickly pulled down a layer of curtains to cover the portrait she had just painted.
Bo Yanzheng raised his eyebrows at her, he was so handsome.
He opened his long slender legs and came to her side, "Why are you covering it? You don't want me to see it?"
Shen Qiao's face turned red, "It's not a good painting... you'd better not read it."
Bo Yanzheng's knuckled fingers were about to open the painting, "I also know something about painting, why don't I see how it goes?"
Shen Qiao's heart suddenly jumped to her throat. She quickly pressed his big palm without thinking, "No... no, just wait until the teacher comes back and ask her to help me evaluate it."
Her little hands were cold and pressed against the warm back of the man's hand. She realized belatedly that she was in conflict.
With a swish, he took back his hand, feeling that it was originally cold
My fingertips felt hot now.
"I'm really sorry, you better stop reading..." She lowered her eyes and changed the subject, "Why are you here?"
She was usually alone in the studio, but she didn't expect anyone to come here now.
Bo Yanzheng looked at the woman who lowered her head in front of him. Her snow-white neck was as low as a swan. She was also wearing a painting apron. The apron was stained with some paint, and her beautiful little face was also stained with some paint.
.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and help her gently wipe away the little paint on her cheeks.
The fingertips were a bit rough, rubbing her cheek, making Shen Qiao feel itchy and hot. She subconsciously took a half step back, a little embarrassed, and instantly felt as if the air was getting hot.
The atmosphere also became somewhat inexplicably ambiguous.
Bo Yanzheng retracted his fingers with some regret, "I heard Le Yao say that you have been accompanying her these past few days..."
Shen Qiao nodded, "I heard that she had cold syndrome, so I slept with her at night. I didn't expect that her body was really cold!"
The cold often woke her up in the middle of the night, so she had to hold a hot water bottle to keep warm.
"Thank you for your hard work." Bo Yanzheng knew what Bao Leyao's body was like. "If you can't bear it, you can ask her to find Brother Jinghuai. Brother Jinghuai has been at home these days."
"Young Master Huai was poisoned. Isn't it unkind to ask Le Yao to find him..." Shen Qiao laughed, "I can do it."
"Are you really not going to let me take a look at what you painted?" Bo Yanzheng's eyes fell on the painting again, and he could vaguely see that it seemed to be a portrait.
Or a man?
Who is she painting?
This aroused Bo Yanzheng's curiosity.
And there was a flash of jealousy, she actually painted another man?
Damn it!
Are other men as handsome as him? Are they as tall as him? Are they as good as his family background?
What kind of perspective is there to leave such an outstanding man like him unpainted and go to paint other men?
His sizing eyes fell on Shen Qiao again. Why was she so ignorant?
Shen Qiao didn't know what he was thinking at all, she just wanted him to leave quickly.
Especially since this is a portrait of him, a portrait based on him, it would be so embarrassing if he knew about it.
It's better not to let him know.
She was so guilty that she didn't dare to look at the man, she just prayed in her heart that he would finish speaking and leave quickly.
Bo Yanzheng frowned. Looking at her like this, he felt that she was going behind his back. When did she have contact with other men?