Newlyweds 1001 Nights: Mr. Bo’s Love Life

Then, looking around the room is in disarray.

No one can understand what paintings mean to a painter.

This is not counted, she can not understand his hard work, but really can not tolerate, she said again and again to hate him.

Her existence affects him all the time, making him want to ruin, but ... reluctant to start!

"You want to kill me, why don't you let me go? I tell you, if you don't let me go, I'm just ruining the painting now, maybe next time ... I'll demolish your house!"

Luo Zheng didn't realize that the man might be really angry, but he was trapped here, and he was really upset.

What's more, these paintings should have been destroyed, so she is not wrong!

"This is my studio. Most of the paintings I paint are here. There are some old works in the cabinet. If you tear it, you can continue to tear it! As for demolishing the house, if you can bear it, whatever you want Tear down ... "

Bo Hancheng restrained his emotions and left a sentence coldly.

As the man's words fell, Luo Zheng was about to turn back.

But at the next moment, the pupil shrank slightly, like what he heard, full of incredible.

"Tear it out to eat--"

In a word, the man turned with a calm face.

In the end, thinking about a girl's infirmity and frailty, she still needs to take care of her mentality.

It's such a charming girl, I can't beat it, I can't scold it, now ... I can't say it!

"Bo Hancheng, what did you just say? You ... say it again!"

But at this moment, Luo Zheng's voice trembles, opening with questions.

Afterwards, without even waiting for the man to answer, she hurried forward and grabbed the man's arm: "Bo Hancheng, you said ... those paintings, did you paint?"

It is said that Bo Hancheng's complexion is still as deep as ink, and he barely calms down a bit: "Otherwise? You tear these paintings, not because ... hate me."

Luo Zheng listened, his mind was blank, and he repeated the question: "The painting ... was it drawn by you? You are the song ..."

Suddenly, this recognition prevented Luo Zheng from thinking normally.

Bo Hancheng's eyes dropped down, looking at the girl's pale face, with a rare puzzlement: "Yes, I'm a song."

"No ... impossible ... this is impossible! How could you be a Lige? Lige shouldn't be you, he should be Xi Mubai ..."

Initially, she fell in love with Xi Mubai, but with his paintings.

Because of painting, he fell in love with his people.

If Xi Mubai was n’t a lyric song, would n’t the tragedy of her previous life be a joke from the beginning ...?

No, no, although Xi Mubai didn't admit, he was not a song.

But once, she mentioned the topic of Lige, he never denied it!

"Bo Hancheng, you lied to me, didn't you? You told me that you lied to me ..."

Luo Zheng said messily, clutching the man's arm, his eyes filled with hope.

Upon seeing this, Bo Hancheng was suffocated, questioning the appearance of the unbelieving girl, and his voice almost dropped to zero: "Oh, you really love Mu Xibai, even my hard work, I want to give him, right?"

With words, the man took a backhand grip, held the girl ’s wrist, and strode to the drawing board: "Luo Zheng, look at it, look at it!"

The man said, taking out a paintbrush at his fingertips and flexing around on the slender fingertips.

At the next moment, Bo Hancheng did not hesitate to write, and quickly stroked a stroke to outline the girl!

Luo Zheng is familiar with the style of Lige's paintings, just look at it like this.