Chapter 345 Don't Repeat the Words You Hate Me, I'm Afraid I Will Kill You by Mistake...
The paranoid idea was born, Luo Zheng picked up the painting, tore it into several pieces, and threw it on the ground with his foot.
Afterwards, he flipped open the other canvases, and it turned out to be... another painting by Xi Mubai!
Luo Zheng was angry, very angry, especially angry.
So, he raised his hand and took it off again, tore it back and forth, and continued to stomp on it hard.
That's not to mention, there are more than a dozen paintings in the studio, and every time she lifts the canvas, without exception... It turns out that they are all paintings by Li Ge!
Luo Zheng tore off one piece after another, not without pain in his heart.
You must know that Lige is a god-like existence in the painting world... Since he stopped painting, every painting is a classic, almost priceless.
And there's no denying that his paintings are shocking and resonating!
Seeing that only the last picture was left, Luo Zheng was a little out of breath.
Suddenly, the door of the studio was pushed open, and a man Zhilan Yushu appeared, looking at the scene in front of him.
The ground was full of shredded paper, and the girl had to tear off each painting, which was not enough, so she lifted her foot and stepped on it.
"Is the poison in your body happening?"
Bo Hancheng stood at the door and asked lightly.
Hearing this, Luo Zheng was frightened and subconsciously hid the last painting behind his back.
Then, looking at the mess in the room again, he did it all by himself, inexplicably giving birth to a little guilty conscience.
Seeing this, Bo Hancheng's eyes darkened, and he walked in slowly, his voice full of self-deprecation: "It seems that you don't have poisonous hair. So, you just hate my paintings?"
After a pause, the man leaned over, picked up the broken drawing paper, and sighed softly: "Is it really so annoying?"
Suddenly, there was a loneliness hidden in his tone that no one could understand.
These paintings are mainly used to express the emotions of the soul. Even if he doesn't expect, the girl can appreciate them... However, the painstaking efforts in the paintings just let her ruin one by one.
If you say you don't care at all, you're lying that you don't even believe in yourself.
Luo Zheng's eyes flashed with big stars, and stubbornly replied: "Yes, I hate it, especially hate it!"
Thinking of it, how could Bo Hancheng not reject so many paintings about Xi Mubai in his collection? !
While the girl was watching, the man picked up all the drawing papers and put them on the table beside them.
Finally, Bo Hancheng walked up to the girl and put his hand in front of her eyes: "Paint, bring it."
Luo Zheng clenched tightly, peach blossom eyes drooping: "No!"
"Sister Azheng, you destroyed all my paintings, and only this one is left, are you still refusing to give it to me?"
Bo Hancheng is tall and tall, and he looks down at the girl so condescendingly, like a junior who is disobedient to the elders.
However, Luo Zheng listened harshly, and then glanced at the drawing papers. When he picked it up just now, he felt distressed.
Suddenly, she couldn't help but want to lose her temper: "No, no, I won't give it! Bo Hancheng, do you know who painted these paintings? Do you know how much I hate that person? …”
After a pause, feeling an unknown grievance, he took out the last painting from behind and tore it clean again in front of the man.
Then, he sprinkled the broken drawing paper and smashed it all on the man, with a bit of provocation in his tone: "Look, there is no more, the last one is gone, I can't pay you back!"
A few inches apart, the two looked at each other deeply.
For a long time, Bo Hancheng looked cold, suddenly raised his hand to put his hand around the girl's chin, and the words were as clear as wine: "Luo Zheng, I know you hate me, it's just... As long as you are smart, don't stand in front of me and repeat 'hate' again and again. I'm these words! Otherwise, I really can't guarantee - next time, I will miss you and kill you!"