C68 A Mysterious Painting

The mysterious portrait.

Huo Jingyan had personally designed everything in his bedroom. Sometimes, the furnishings looked casual, but if you looked closely, you could tell that he had a good eye.

Moreover, his eyes were extremely good. If it was not the best and most valuable thing to collect, it would not be able to enter his bedroom.

Although Ye Zixuan's life in the past was not bad, compared to the Huo family, it was at a higher level. It was like heaven and earth. Looking at the things in this bedroom, with his eyesight, he could tell that they were all extraordinary. For a moment, it was like a child playing in a maze. He could look at every one of them for a long time and felt that it was very novel.

In an exquisite and beautiful crystal house, after looking at it for a long time, he discovered that there were two small figures carved into it. It was simply a marvelous work of art, and it made people gasp in amazement.

When she looked at a certain porcelain house, she was unable to recognize which dynasty it belonged to. However, Ye Zixuan thought that with Huo Jingyan's wealth, this item was probably not cheap either, right?

If she accidentally broke it, she was afraid that she would sell it to him. In addition to the advertising fees earned this time, she did not know if she would be able to compensate with a few pieces.

Thinking of this, Ye Zixuan quickly let go of the exquisite porcelain and did not touch those expensive things with her hands. She did not want to have to do hard labor when she sold herself!

With nothing to do, Ye Zixuan prepared to set up a place to sit. She looked at the books scattered on the coffee table and sat on a chaise chair. Ye Zixuan casually flipped through the books and saw that the book was called Economics.

When she flipped open a few pages, the densely packed words made her dizzy. This fellow really did not mind the book being dry and tasteless. This kind of book was still alright and he even made quite a few notes. It seemed that he was quite diligent?

But soon, Ye Zixuan thought of Huo Jingyan graduating from the computer science department of Stanley University. He worked for three years in a famous company in the United States, and after that, he applied for and obtained an MBA degree from Harvard Business School.

He had just returned to the country this year, and he had taken the position of president of the Hobitz Group. He was only thirty years old, and coupled with his handsome face, it was really enviable.

A talent like this was indeed not someone he could compare with.

No wonder he became so arrogant and arrogant, but he also had the ability and capital to do so. Ye Zixuan silently thought and put the book back.

Casually raising her eyes, Ye Zixuan saw the huge painting hanging on the wall. It was still covered by a white cloth and looked very desolate.

This midnight that was needed made Ye Zixuan slightly afraid but she could not resist her curiosity and took a few more steps forward.

She could not help but think of the time when she saw the portrait when she ignored it and was stopped by the nanny when she opened it. At that time, Mrs Zhang's expression seemed very serious, and she had even said that Huo Jingyan wouldn't allow anyone to touch the painting.

Thinking of Huo Jingyan, Ye Zixuan was a little hesitant.

But now that there was no one around, this Huo Jingyan was also not in front of her. She took a quick glance and put him down immediately. No one would notice him.

No, no, no. If Huo Jingyan came back and saw her, he would definitely be angry.

Or take a look?

No way.

Under such a dilemma, Ye Zixuan finally could not hold back her curiosity and walked forward. She stretched out her slender and fair hand and struggled in her heart. Finally, she picked up that layer of white cloth.

Originally, she wanted to secretly take a look and put it down.

Who would have thought that just as she was about to use some strength to lift it, the entire white cloth fell down and covered her body, scaring her so much that she almost screamed.

Fortunately, she covered her mouth and did not make a sound.

Ye Zixuan pulled off the cloth covering her body and in that instant, she lifted her eyes and saw the painting hanging on the wall. It was very big and very...

She stood there in shock. She did not expect that it was a portrait of a girl.

And from the texture, it could be seen that it was a hand-drawn painting. Looking at the lines and expression, it could be seen that the craftsman's skill was not bad. It was vivid and lifelike, as realistic as a picture.

Most importantly, this person must have put in a lot of emotions in order to draw this girl who was about 20 years old into a noble and elegant painting. She had a sacred temperament like Athena's goddess. Her eyes were clear and her long hair reached her waist. Anyone would be fascinated by her.

At least, Ye Zixuan could not bear to look away after taking a glance at her.

"She's so beautiful. This is the real goddess, right?" Ye Zixuan muttered to herself. The more she looked, the more she felt that this girl was really more pure and beautiful than any girl she had ever seen.

Just as Ye Zixuan was concentrating on admiring this painting, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"What are you doing!?"

Ye Zixuan was so scared that her body trembled. She was still wearing the white cloth that fell off the portrait. She looked funny and funny. She looked at Huo Jingyan's angry and handsome face and felt very awkward.

Huo Jingyan walked in front of her and roughly pulled the white cloth off her body. He stared at her with a livid face and angrily scolded her. "Who told you to touch this painting!"

Ye Zixuan could see that he was really angry and the nanny had also warned her last time.

But just now, she was really curious and wanted to know what this painting was. That was why she could not hold it in and took off the white cloth.

Being questioned by Huo Jingyan, she stuttered and could not come up with a reason. She could not tell him that she was curious! If that was the case, Huo Jingyan would probably be even angrier.

Ye Zixuan was like a child who had done something wrong. Her head drooped and she looked very aggrieved.

Huo Jingyan's line of sight was attracted by the portrait. A trace of pain flashed across his eyes. He faced Ye Zixuan and shouted, "Scram!"

Huo Jingyan's angry roar echoed throughout the entire bedroom. Ye Zixuan stood there with a confused expression, but her ears were shocked by his words. Tears filled her eyes. She grabbed the corner of her clothes and looked at Huo Jingyan's ashen face. She felt terrible in her heart.

This was the first time Huo Jingyan had such a big temper towards her, and also the first time he had asked her to get lost.

It was only because of a painting...

Ye Zixuan was at a loss. She could only lower her head and say with tears in her eyes: "Sorry,i did not do it on purpose."

Then, as if escaping, she walked out of Huo Jingyan's bedroom.

She really didn't do it on purpose. She was just curious, but she didn't expect Huo Jingyan to be so angry. If she was given another chance, she definitely wouldn't look at this painting.

But thinking about how angry Huo Jingyan was, Ye Zixuan's heart felt as if something was pressing down on her. Her heart was heavy, and tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

The remaining Huo Jingyan was filled with anger and gave off a terrifying aura. His hand was still tightly holding onto the white cloth. He looked at the portrait with a deep gaze. It was the girl who was smiling like a flower.

Her appearance had never changed. She was still twenty years old, and her smile was brilliant. She looked carefree and carefree, as if all the beautiful things in the world were gathered on her body.

When ordinary people saw such a girl, they would feel very comfortable. They would also involuntarily be attracted to her.

However, when Huo Jingyan saw this painting, his expression became serious. His half-covered eyelashes covered his eyes, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

He just stood there for a long time without feeling anything. His eyes were misty.