The Big Brother’s Daughter Has Become the Favorite of the Wealthy Group

   Chapter 258 Thin Ya is now painting at my house

  Huo Ji'an smiled and looked at Mr. Huo and said, "Old man, to be honest, Bo Ya is your son, right?"

  Who knows, Mr. Huo sighed, "I still think about it." Otherwise, it wouldn't be so difficult to speak.

  Huo Ji'an: "..."

   OK, he goes.

Huo Ji'an accepted his fate, crossed his long legs, and sat upright on the sofa, his hands resting lazily on the armrests of the sofa, his back against the back of the sofa. :

   "Okay, let's draw. Just be happy."

   "But Dad, I haven't had enough yet." Huo Ji'an was willing, but the little girl didn't. She hadn't had enough yet.

And the little girl has never painted portraits of people, she only painted corns. When she first started painting corns, people and gods were angry, and the world-shattering masterpiece that would cry when she saw a ghost, and now she suddenly asked her to paint portraits, For the small thin buds, it is indeed a difficult difficulty.

   But although the difficulty is not low, the little girl loves to paint, especially because her father asked her to paint. It must be that her father believes in her painting skills, and she has to perform well in front of her father.

   is that her cake is not finished yet.

  Bo Yexiao didn't want to argue with her, so he said, "You can draw while eating."

  Xiao Boya immediately agreed.

   Instantly excited.

   picked up the pencil, and before drawing, the little girl raised her head to comfort Huo Ji'an, "Uncle Huo, don't worry, I'm very good at drawing, and I promise to draw you beautifully!"

  Huo Ji'an didn't care what she painted, but he still smiled and said perfunctorily: "Well, uncle, thank you."

   The smile on Xiao Boya's face became brighter.

   Mr. Huo and Huo Suixi were even more jealous of Huo Ji'an.

   But don’t say much, so as not to disturb Bo Ya’s painting.

  Baoya is also very powerful. After eating two big mouthfuls of cake and drinking three mouthfuls of milk, she began to draw seriously.

   The first time I wrote it down, it made people understand that she had painted before and had certain painting skills.

   Huo Suixi admired Bo Ya even more. He really didn't expect that Bo Ya was not only good at hacking, but also had extremely good test scores. Now even painting is first-class, it seems that he would not be able to do it without her.

   While Mr. Huo watched, his mind moved to other places.

Bo Ya gave them too many surprises. The Hacker Alliance leader and the Tianyimen sect master, every identity can scare people to death. This is better than Bo Xueer's identity as a member of the Hacker Alliance and Tianyimen apprentice. Hundred times, the status is completely incomparable.

   Now that Bo Ya still paints so well, Mr. Huo directly searched in his mind to see if there were any big organizations famous for painting. Maybe, this organization is also Bo Ya's.

   But after searching around, no relevant organization was found.

   In recent years, there have been several famous painters whose first paintings sold for hundreds of millions at auction houses!

shock the world.

   Nowadays, paintings are even more difficult to find, and their specific identities are also very mysterious. Except for the artist's stage name, no other identity information is known so far, and there may be Bo Ya!

   Mr. Huo seemed to have discovered some great secret. He took out his mobile phone and quickly shared it with Mr. Pei opposite:

"Bo Ya is painting in my house now, and the first time I put it down, I can see that the painting level is definitely not low! I suspect that Bo Ya is very likely to have a hidden identity as a world-renowned painter. Maybe, we all I have spent sky-high prices and collected her paintings."

  Although Mr. Huo has never painted or learned to paint, he is a person of high society after all, so he will inevitably develop some elegant and noble hobbies.

   Over the years, he has collected a lot of paintings, all of which were painted by world-renowned painters with great effort. Even a layman, who has seen a lot of world-famous paintings, is barely able to appreciate it.

   Mr. Huo saw at first glance that Bo Ya's painting talent is extremely high and should not be underestimated.

  It was probably because Mr. Huo was angry before, Bo Ya never came to Pei's house in person, he sent someone to invite him, and he used the name of Pei Jue. Bo Ya probably didn't even know his name.

   Now that Bo Ya came to Huo's house in person, how could this discriminatory treatment make Mr. Pei angry.

  Unfortunately, Bo Ya couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only find Mr. Huo, the culprit, as a punching bag.

   Therefore, the chat interface was full of abuse, and it was all Mr. Pei was talking about.

   Mr. Huo will send a message, Mr. Pei will reply very quickly, and he will scold when he comes up.

   But he completely omits a series of guesses by Mr. Huo behind, and focuses only on the first sentence "Bo Ya is painting in my house now", cursing:

   "You shameless, let Bo Ya do things for you to prolong your life, and now let Bo Ya work so hard to paint for you, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

   said so, but the bitterness of jealousy could not be concealed in the words.

I completely forgot that Bo Ya had personally painted fifty corn portraits for him before, and now, those fifty corn portraits are like ghosts that can ward off evil spirits, sticking their claws in every corner of the living room corridor, avoiding them. If you don't open it, you can't throw it away, so Pei Jue, Pei Mei, and Pei Hanzhou don't even want to go home during this time.

   One nightmare at a time.

   That's why Mr. Pei was able to fall asleep peacefully surrounded by a bunch of ghosts.

   Mr. Huo glanced at the little girl who was painting seriously in the distance, and said triumphantly:

   "Her father asked her to paint. How about it, jealous? But jealousy is useless, Bo Ya loves to paint in our house! Your family doesn't have this blessing."

   Mr. Huo's proud look reminded Mr. Pei of the portraits that surrounded him these days. He sneered and said disdainfully:

   "Before Bo Ya personally painted fifty paintings for our family, you only have one painting, what's so strange. You are still jealous, you should be jealous of me!"

   Mr. Huo is not in a hurry:

"Bao Ya has drawn fifty pictures for you. It's good, but they are all mass-produced corn portraits. They are not valuable and have little meaning. We are different. We are portraits of people, and we are Bao Ya. Facing Huo Ji'an's appearance, I drew one stroke at a time, carefully and carefully, after deliberating for a long time, before I painted it, all the hard work was collected, can the value be the same!"

   Mr. Pei instantly closed himself and stopped talking.

   But Mr. Huo did not let him go, and sent out a number of voices in pursuit of victory:

   "I heard that Bo Ya took less than half an hour to paint you."

   "Painting the portraits this time, Thin Ya will definitely take longer. After all, it's a work that takes a lot of effort."

   "How about it, do you want to see it? If you ask me, I might be able to take a picture of it with great mercy and send it to you to see, so that you can also see the world."

   (end of this chapter)