Chapter 345

Paranoid idea born, Luo Zheng picked up the painting, tore it into pieces, and threw it on the ground with his feet.

Later, I opened other canvases, and unexpectedly It's the painting of simubei again!

Luo Zheng is angry, very angry, especially angry.

So, raise the hand is to take off again, tear off a throw back and forth, continue to step on foot mercilessly.

It doesn't count. There are more than ten paintings in the studio. Every time she opens the canvas, there is no exception It's all song departing paintings!

Luo Zheng one after another tear off, the heart is not meat pain.

We need to know that songs of departure exist as gods in the painting world Since then, he has stopped painting. Every painting is a classic, almost priceless.

And undeniably, his paintings are shocking and resonate with people!

Seeing only the last one left, Luo Zheng was a little breathless.

Suddenly, the door of the studio let open, and the man Zhilan Yushu appeared, looking at the scene.

The ground is full of shredded paper. A painting is torn off by a young girl. It's not the same. Step on it with your feet raised.

"Is the poison in your body going on?"

Bo Hancheng stood at the door and asked lightly.

Hearing this, Luo Zheng was scared and subconsciously hid the last painting behind his back.

Then, I glanced at the mess in the room. It was all made by myself. I felt a little guilty.

Seeing this, the eyes of the thin and cold city are dark. They walk in slowly, and their voice is full of self mockery: "it seems that you have no poisonous hair. So, just hate my paintings? "

Wordon, the man stooped down, picked up the broken paper, and sighed softly, "is it so annoying?"

Suddenly, the tone hides the loneliness that no one can understand.

These paintings are mainly used for the emotional sustenance of the soul. Even if he doesn't have extravagant expectations, young girls can enjoy these However, the painstaking efforts made by the painting made her destroy one by one.

If you don't care, you are telling a lie that you don't believe.

Luo Zheng's eyes were rolling, and his big star eyes flashed. He stubbornly opened his mouth and said, "yes, I hate it, especially hate it!"

At the thought of the collection of so many paintings about Xi mubai, how could it not be excluded?!

In the girl's eyes, the man picked up all the paper and put it on the side table.

Finally, Bo Hancheng came to the girl, reached out and handed her at the moment: "draw, bring."

Luo Zheng tightly clenched, peach blossom eyes a hang: "do not give!"

"Sister ah Zheng, if you destroy all my paintings and only one remains, won't you give it to me?"

Bo Hancheng is tall and has a long body. He looks down at the girl like the elder taught the disobedient younger generation.

However, Luo Zheng listened to the harsh ears, and then glanced at the paintings. When he picked them up just now, he felt sad.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but want to lose her temper: "no, no, I won't! Bo Hancheng, do you know these paintings Who drew it? Do you know how much I hate that person... "

Wordon, feeling an unknown grievance, took out the last picture from behind, and tore it clean again in front of the man.

Then, I sprinkled all the broken paper on the man with a kind of provocation: "look, it's gone. The last one is gone. I can't return it to you!"

A few inches apart, they looked at each other deeply.

For a long time, Bo Hancheng looked cold and quiet. Suddenly, he raised his hand to tie the girl's chin. The words were as clear as wine: "Luo Zheng, I know you hate me, but If you are smart, don't be in front of me and repeat the words "hate me" again! Otherwise, I really can't guarantee - will you be killed by mistake next time! "