Chapter 346

Wordon, look around the room.

No one can understand what painting means to a painter.

It doesn't count. She can't understand his hard work, but she really can't stand it. She hates him again and again.

Her existence, affecting him all the time, makes him want to destroy, 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 again, I'm just destroying the painting now. Maybe next time I'll tear down your house! "

Luo Zheng doesn't fail to realize that the man may be really angry, but he is trapped here. He is really depressed.

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

"This is my studio. Most of my paintings are here. There are some old works in the cupboard. If you can't tear them, just keep tearing them! As for the demolition of the house, if you really have the ability, you can tear it down as you like... "

The thin cold city is restraining oneself mood, coldly drops a sentence.

With the man's words falling, Luo Zheng is trying to reply.

But in the next moment, pupil slightly shrink, as if to hear what, full of unbelievable.

"Tear it out and have a meal --"

at the end of the sentence, the man turns around with a cool face.

In the end, read the girl's delicate body, but also need to worry about her mentality.

It's so delicate. I can't fight or scold. Now No way!

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

But at this time, Luo Zheng's voice trembled and began to ask questions.

Later, without waiting for the man to answer, she ran up to him and held his arm: "Bo Hancheng, you say You painted those paintings? "

Smell speech, thin cold city face color is still deep as ink, reluctantly ease a bit: "otherwise? You tear up these paintings, not because Hate me. "

Luo Zheng listens, his mind is blank, and he asks repeatedly: "painting Did you draw it? You are the song of departure... "

Suddenly, this cognition made Luo Zheng unable to think normally.

Thin cold city slants Mou to hang down, glaring at the girl's pale face, rare take don't understand: "yes, I am to leave a song."

"No It's impossible It's impossible! How could you have left the song? It shouldn't be you. It should be Xi mubai... "

At first, what she fell in love with was not zimbabel, but his paintings.

Because of painting, people who fall in love with him.

If Xi mubai didn't leave the song, wouldn't the tragedy of her previous life start from the beginning Is it a joke?

No, it's not right. Although Xi mubai didn't admit it, he didn't leave the song.

But once, he never denied that she had mentioned the topic of departure songs!

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

Luo Zheng said disorderly, holding the man's arm to death, with hope in her eyes.

Seeing this, Bo Hancheng's heart was smothering. He questioned the young girl's disbelief, and his voice almost dropped to zero: "Oh, you really love Xi mubai. Even my hard work, you want to give it to him, don't you?"

Hua Dun, the man holds back his hand, holds the girl's wrist, and strides to the drawing board: "Luo Zheng, look, look!"

The man says, take out a paintbrush casually, on the long fingertip nimble turn.

At the next moment, Bo Hancheng did not hesitate to write. He quickly drew the outline of the girl!

Luo Zheng is familiar with the painting style of song departing, so he looks down on it. He doesn't wait for a man to paint well, and his heart is heavy.