novelraw Chapter 651: Tsundere CEO, Paranoid Devotion 51
Chapter 651: Tsundere CEO, Paranoid Devotion 51
Chapter 651 Arrogant CEO, Paranoid Pampering 51
Bo Feng didn’t wish to see the painting.
He just wanted to kiss the person doing the painting.
But could he say that?
No, he couldn’t.
Sitting there, he nodded
"Okay."
Su Yan turned around and went upstairs to the studio.
Soon, she brought that painting out from the studio.
A few days ago, she had deliberately framed it.
She brought the painting down from upstairs; it was about a meter in size.
Quite a large one.
Su Yan wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked,
"How is it?"
Bo Feng sat there, watching Su Yan’s lips moving, his eyes seemingly filled with moisture.
His throat bobbed up and down
"Hmm, very good."
Su Yan looked at him, then back at the painting.
She reached out, tapping the frame,
"I’m asking about the painting, stop looking at me."
Only then did Bo Feng slowly shift his gaze from Su Yan to the painting.
After a few glances,
Bo Feng was at a loss for words.
Su Yan’s painting was very lifelike, with its cold, hard lines, and that slightly indifferent expression.
Dressed in a suit with neatly fastened buttons, ascetic, noble, and unattainable.
However, Mr. Bo Feng, for some reason, underwent several changes in his expression as he looked at the painting.
Then he averted his gaze.
His fingertips tapped on the armrest of the sofa
"Not good."
His lazy voice carried an unreasonable and bad-tempered remark.
Su Yan was stunned.
Then she stared at the painting carefully.
Every part was painted just right, the gaze, the face shape, almost an exact replica.
She puzzled,
"What’s not good about it?"
Bo Feng’s voice sounded once more,
"Everything is not good."
Su Yan got a bit angry.
She looked down, moving the painting as if to take it back to the studio again,
"If you don’t like it, then forget it."
Bo Feng stood up and walked over.
He picked up the painting and casually took Su Yan’s hand,
"How come you’ve never painted a picture of me?"
Su Yan blinked.
She didn’t speak.
Bo Feng closed his eyes, feeling he had said the wrong thing.
This painting is ’him’, isn’t it?
He didn’t say anything more but carried the painting back into the studio again.
He didn’t want to see this painting.
It made him angry just by looking at it.
If he were Bo Feng, he would probably be very happy.
Unfortunately, he was not Bo Feng; he was Jun Yu.
Though, from a certain perspective, Bo Feng was also a part of him.
Yet looking at it still made him angry.
Today at noon, during that sudden incident with the nurse.
Bo Feng’s blood mixed with Su Yan’s blood, dripping into that raindrop crystal.
Waking him up.
When he woke up, he found Little Guai obediently sleeping with her eyes closed in his arms.
What could be happier than this?
Then, he merged with the original Bo Feng’s memories.
He discovered how much Little Guai had indulged that Bo Feng.
Perhaps to enjoy this treatment,
He also wanted to see when Little Guai would discover that he was Jun Yu.
So he had not mentioned it.
He interacted with her using Bo Feng’s identity.
Now at this moment, upon seeing the self-portrait Little Guai had painted for Bo Feng, he thought of how she had never painted one for him.
That made him unable to hold back.
He was jealous of himself.
Her painting was very good, no, it was excellent.
So much so that looking at that painting, everything about it seemed displeasing to him.
Su Yan didn’t seem to understand what he meant by his words and didn’t ask him about it.
Even after coming out from the studio, the frustrated expression had faded away.
Not long after, the doorbell rang.
Upon opening the door, Assistant Xiao Zhang walked in with two chefs.
And there were freshly gathered seafood and other ingredients.