Gao Leng Master Qiao's Little Honey

Qiao Jingchen laughed awkwardly, saying that he was innocent too!He had never been close to Qiao's compound, and he didn't know if he didn't check, and he was shocked when he checked.

"Come on, send me the photo, and I'll meet your eldest nephew when I go down. It's not free this time, and I'll keep the consultation fee for you!"

Xu Yingbo had an expression on his face that I was going to be ripped off, Qiao Jingchen could only smile helplessly.

Downstairs, Sun Meiqin, Qiao Ruixuan, Qiao Yuting's mother and son were all staring.

Seeing Xu Yingbo walking down the stairs slowly with his hands in his pockets, Qiao Ruixuan trembled involuntarily.His wrist still hurts to this day.

He didn't know how Xu Yingbo pinched it, he didn't seem to exert much force, and the redness of his wrist had subsided, but the hand still hurt so badly, as if it was broken.

Qiao Yuting got up first to meet Xu Yingbo, she blushed and thanked Xu Yingbo.

"Doctor Xu, thank you for saving me just now."

Xu Yingbo saw the love bubbles in Qiao Yuting's eyes clearly, and his heart sank slightly.

The misunderstanding between them seems to be a bit deep!

Xu Yingbo pondered for a moment, and decided to speak clearly so that this Qiao Yuting would not be trapped further.

Originally, this girl's feelings for him were caused by his misleading words, Xu Yingbo finally felt that it was his responsibility.

"You're welcome. I didn't do it for you. I just don't like a man beating a woman, especially a brother who beats his sister."

"Eldest niece, I have a younger sister in my family. I have been used to holding my younger sister in my palm since I was a child. I will teach anyone who lays hands on my younger sister. This is an instinct. You are Ah Chen's niece, I also treat you like a niece, you don't have to be too polite with me, you can just call me Uncle Xu in the future, I and your brother-in-law are like brothers, I can still bear your uncle."

Different from the sneering and harsh words towards Qiao Yuting before, Xu Yingbo's attitude was gentle and calm this time, but it suddenly made Qiao Yuting's heart ache.

Treat her as a niece... Let her call her uncle... So, she was completely rejected...

Tears welled up in her eyes again, and Qiao Yuting couldn't help but want to cry.

Xu Yingbo conveniently pulled a tissue to Qiao Yuting, intentionally misinterpreting her tears.

"Niece, you don't have to be too wronged about what happened just now. I promise your uncle will teach your brother the principles of life. With me here in the future, he will definitely not attack you again."

Xu Yingbo waved to Qiao Ruixuan as he spoke.

"Nephew, come here..."

Qiao Ruixuan's body shook and he was sweating all over. He timidly hid behind Sun Meiqin, not daring to move.

Xu Yingbo carefully observed Qiao Ruixuan's reaction. This is actually a weak and pollution-free boy. His dominant personality reflection is too inconsistent with his extreme painting style.

What secret is hidden in that disassembled painting?
"If you still want to continue painting, you'd better be obedient and come here."

The patient's resistance is not conducive to the treatment, so Xu Yingbo softened his tone.

When it came to painting, Qiao Ruixuan's eyes flashed with struggle. Although he was afraid of Xu Yingbo, he still hesitated, stepped forward cautiously, and approached Xu Yingbo.

When he approached, Xu Yingbo grabbed his wrist, causing Qiao Ruixuan to scream.

"Stop shouting, your wrist is dislocated, I'll take it back for you, it hurts a bit, bear with it."

Seeing Qiao Ruixuan as a patient, Xu Yingbo, who took on the identity of a doctor, immediately lost all the hostility in his body, and became a little more patient and gentle.

Qiao Ruixuan couldn't adapt to Xu Yingbo's completely different changes. While he was in a daze, Xu Yingbo had already neatly pushed back his dislocated wrist, and said in a gentle voice.

"Turn it gently to see if it still hurts."

Qiao Ruixuan moved his wrist in a daze and shook his head.

"I heard that there are many paintings in your studio, can you show me?"

Xu Yingbo began to diagnose and treat Qiao Ruixuan without any trace.

"You... like drawing?"

Qiao Ruixuan hesitated.He rarely let people into his studio, except for those who are particularly close...

"That's right, my hands can hold a paintbrush in addition to a scalpel. Your uncle knows me well. The tattoo on his back was carved by me."

Xu Yingbo called Qiao Jingchen, who was going downstairs later, to come over, and stretched out his hand to pull his shirt.

"Come on, Chen, show them my work."

Qiao Jingchen stretched out her hand to protect her collar, with black lines on her face.

"InBev, stop making trouble!"

"Almost forgot, your sister-in-law and eldest niece are still here. Let's go and see the studio."

Xu Yingbo couldn't help but pull Qiao Jingchen and Qiao Ruixuan up to the annex, without giving Qiao Ruixuan a chance to refuse.

Qiao Ruixuan struggled symbolically, and followed Xu Yingbo's pace.

He...needs a confidant...Desperately needs a confidant who understands his paintings...

Qiao Ruixuan's studio is a small independent building facing the lake next to the greenhouse. The environment is beautiful, the place is spacious and the light is sufficient.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see rows of shelves neatly stacked with all kinds of easels, brushes and paints. There are so many categories and complete styles that people have the illusion of walking into a painting supplies store.

"Tsk...that's a real shame."

Xu Yingbo snorted, and sold the things in this house, and he could make up a small 200 million.

Looking up, the second to fourth floors are filled with all kinds of paintings and sculptures, like a small art gallery. Among the paintings on display, there are many works by celebrities, and there are also some paintings by Qiao Ruixuan from childhood to adulthood.

From sketch to oil painting, from immaturity to maturity, from subtlety to boldness, from exaggeration to restraint, from realism to impressionism...

Each painting truly reflects Qiao Ruixuan's personality changes from childhood to adulthood.

While browsing, Xu Yingbo chatted with Qiao Ruixuan, occasionally commenting on some interesting paintings.

"Look at this painting of yours. It's as beautiful as it is beautiful, but it lacks some soul. At first glance, it looks like an art homework, rigid and boring. How about this one..."

Xu Yingbo flitted in front of a delicate and beautiful landscape with distinct layers, and picked up an unremarkable stick figure sketch in the corner.

The painting is a scene of a girl squatting on the ground, lowering her head to feed a cat.

The girl was wearing a long skirt with long hair covering her face, not showing her face, but the cat in front of her raised its wet eyes and looked at the girl with its head raised.

Qiao Ruixuan is obviously very good at drawing eyes. Even the eyes of a cat are vividly drawn by him. They are so lifelike and vivid that people can see at a glance the cat's trust in the girl in front of him.

"This is a painting with a soul. Look at the eyes of this cat. It looks like it can talk. You are very good at drawing eyes."

Xu Yingbo sighed in admiration, and asked naturally, "Is this kitten raised by this girl?"

"No, it's a stray cat. It's just that she often feeds..."

Qiao Ruixuan blurted out his answer, and then seemed to think of something, quickly stopped the topic, and closed his mouth with an ugly expression.