Hearing the voice of the glamorous woman, everyone's eyes turned away.

Then I saw Huo Boran who was walking towards this side.

Everyone immediately exploded.

"Oh my God, if you offend the third lady of the Huo family, she must be unlucky now."

"This woman is really bold, where do you say she got the confidence to dare to collide with the third miss of the Huo family in the Huo family, do you really think that this is a small company, can she do whatever she wants?"

"It doesn't look like it's dressed very well, how can you be so provocative, tsk, let's watch a good show!"

In the whispers of everyone, Huo Boran had already walked over.

Pei Yu, who followed behind him, greeted respectfully, "Miss Yunsan, why are you here?"

Huo Yun shook the delicate hairstyle she had just made, and snorted coldly, "I'm here to compete, didn't the second brother's company hold a painting competition, I'll take the apocalypse to win the first place!"

The first two words, but they are not at all modest.

If you don't know, you think the trophy is already in the hands of the apocalypse.

Pei Yu secretly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and reminded in a low voice, "Miss Yunsan, this competition still has to be fair competition, I know that the work of the little master of the Apocalypse is good, but it also needs judges to choose."

Huo Yun nodded impatiently.

Judges, judges, is it interesting?

Anyway, if you go back and give some money, you can give a high score to Apocalypse's works.

Just thinking about it, Huo Yun noticed that Huo Boran's suit had a nameplate pinned to it.

On it, six big characters of the judges of the painting competition were engraved with a laser.

Look!

I really want to come to something.

Since the second brother is a judge, he doesn't even need to spend money on dots.

As long as the second brother speaks, don't the other judges have to follow suit and give high scores?

Huo Yun thought about this, and immediately stepped forward with a smile, "Second brother, you came just in time, let's take a look at Tianqi's works first, Tianqi, show your painting to your uncle!"

Apocalypse triumphantly took out the painting from his small schoolbag and held it to his chest, as proud as a little fat pig had just eaten rice bran.

"Uncle, look at the picture I painted!"

Huo Boran's gaze slowly descended and fell to the side of the apocalypse.

Immediately, he walked over with his legs open.

However, Huo Boran directly swept past the apocalypse and squatted in front of Zhuzhu, his voice low and hoarse, "Little girl, why are you crying?"

"Uncle?" Apocalypse was dumbfounded, "What do you care about her, you look at my painting first!"

Huo Yun said in a sharp voice, "Second brother, you don't ask me, I forgot, this woman took the little she gave birth to, bullied the apocalypse, and slapped me!"

As he spoke, he hurriedly showed his tall and swollen face to Huo Boran.

However, she didn't notice a single thing.

If Huo Boran really cared about her, he saw the injury on her face at first sight just now, would he still need her to show it now?

Listening to Huo Yun's words, Huo Boran's handsome sword eyebrows frowned even tighter, but his eyes were still on Zhuzhu, "Tell Uncle Shuai, why are you crying?"

Zhuzhu was aggrieved, her nose was red, and she raised her hand and pointed to the debris on the ground, "He tore my painting to shreds."

This he refers to the apocalypse.

"The kind of thing you drew doesn't have anyone to look at all, so what's wrong with me tearing it up, anyway, my uncle is the organizer, so he won't make it difficult for me." Apocalypse looked up triumphantly.

Huo Boran turned his head and swept his gaze towards the apocalypse.

It was clear that he was still the uncle he was usually familiar with, but Apocalypse felt an inexplicable chill and oppressive force.

He was out of breath.

Even the voice stammered, "Uncle...... Uncle, what's wrong?"

"Draw it to me." Huo Boran stretched out his hand towards the apocalypse.

The apocalypse didn't know why, but he still obediently handed over his painting.

After taking the painting, Huo Boran handed it into Zhuzhu's hand, and his voice was extremely gentle, "Tear it."

That's it.

"Uncle!"

"Second brother!"

Tianqi and Huo Yun were stunned.

Huo Yun was very excited, and even rushed forward directly, wanting to snatch the painting back, "Second brother, you are crazy, how can you let this cheap girl tear up the painting of the Apocalypse, this is the masterpiece that the Apocalypse has been painting for half a month!"

Huo Boran's eyes didn't have half a minute of temperature in them, like an ice cellar, "It took half a month to draw such a thing, and it's not worth taking it out and embarrassing it."

Flutter –

I don't know who in the crowd couldn't hold back and secretly laughed.

Immediately after, everyone laughed.

That's right!

The painting that the apocalypse drew was really ugly.

It is no exaggeration to say that sprinkling rice on paper and letting chickens peck at it can be better than this.

It's just that everyone was hindered by Huo Yun's identity just now, even if it was ugly, they had to praise it.

But it's different now.

Huo Yun's brother, the person in charge of the Huo Mansion, directly said that the painting was ugly.

Then they didn't have to endure it, and they all began to laugh uncontrollably with the "fox fake tiger might".

Huo Yun listened to these laughter, her face turned red with anger, and her whole body trembled, "This is abstraction, and the teachers of the Apocalypse all say that this painting is very good, very artistic."

"This teacher can be replaced, he is not upright." Huo Boran said in a deep voice.

After a pause, he looked at Zhuzhu again, with an encouraging tone, "Tear it up, get revenge back."

Zhu Zhu took the painting in her hand, looked at the apocalypse, and then looked at Huo Boran, but still threw the painting to the ground.

"Beads?" Huo Boran was puzzled by her move.

Even if he supports him, don't you dare to tear it?

Zhu Zhu lowered his head, his voice was full of sadness and sadness, and the urn voice was angry, "Even if it is torn, it is impossible for my painting to become the same again, which will only make him lose his painting as well, and we will lose both."

Zhu Zhu doesn't like to lose both.

When Huo Boran heard this, a trace of complicated feelings flashed in his deep eyes.

Lifted his thin lips and said, "Okay, Uncle Shuai knows."