Chapter 345: Do n’t repeat what I hate, I ’m afraid I ’ll kill you ...

A paranoid idea was born, Luo Zheng picked up the picture, tore it into pieces, and threw it on the ground with his foot.
Afterwards, he opened the other canvases again and again ... it was Xi Mubai's painting again!
Luo Zheng was angry, very angry, especially angry.
So he lifted his hand again, took it off, tossed it back and forth, and continued to step on it hard.
This doesn't count. There are more than a dozen paintings in the studio. Every time she opens the canvas, there are no exceptions ... it is all Lige's painting!
Luo Zheng tore off one by one, and it was not uncomfortable.
You know, Li Ge is like a in the painting world ... Since then, he no longer draws paintings, each one is a classic, almost priceless.
And it is undeniable that his paintings are shocking and can resonate!
Seeing only the last one left, Luo Zheng was a little breathless.
Suddenly, the door of the studio was pushed open, and the man Zhilan Yushu appeared, looking at the scene in front of him.
The ground was full of shredded paper, and the paintings let the girls tear off. It was not enough. They raised their feet and stepped on them.
"Is the poison in your body attacking?"
Bo Hancheng stood at the door and asked lightly.
Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng was shocked, and subconsciously hid the last painting behind his back.
Then, at a glance at the messy room, it was all done by myself, and inexplicably gave a little guilty conscience.
Upon seeing it, Bo Hancheng's eyes dimmed, and he slowly walked in, his voice ridden with self-deprecation: "It seems that you don't have poisonous hair. So, simply hate my painting?"
Then, the man leaned over, picked up the broken drawing paper, and sighed softly, "Is it really so annoying?"
Suddenly, the tone hides the loneliness that no one can understand.
These paintings are mainly used to trust the emotions in the soul. Even if he doesn't have extravagance, the girl can appreciate these ... However, the painstaking effort in the painting just made her destroyed one by one.
If you do n’t care at all, it ’s a lie that you do n’t even believe.
Luo Zheng's eyes were gleaming, and his eyes flickered, and he stubbornly replied: "Yes, I hate, especially hate!"
When I think of Bo Hancheng's collection of so many paintings about Xi Mubai, how can it not be excluded? !
As the girl watched, the man picked up all the drawing paper and placed it on the side table.
Finally, Bo Hancheng walked to the girl, reaching for her hand: "Draw, bring it."
Luo Zheng clenched tightly, and peach blossoms stared: "No!"
"Sister Azhen, you ruined all my paintings, leaving only such a picture, would you still refuse to give me?"
Bo Hancheng was tall and tall, and looked at the girl so high, just like a junior whose elders taught him.
By all means, Luo Zheng listened to the piercing sound and glanced at the drawing paper again. When he just picked it up, he felt distressed.
Suddenly, she couldn't help but want to lose her temper: "If you don't, don't give, I won't give! Bo Hancheng, do you know these paintings ... who painted them? Do you know how much I hate that person ... "
Speaking of words, feeling an unknown grievance, he took out the last painting from behind and tore it again in front of the man.
Then again, the broken painting paper was spilled and smashed all over the man, with a tone of provocation: "Look, there is no more, the last one is gone, I can't give you back!"
A few inches away, the two faced each other deeply.
For a long time, Bo Hancheng looked lonely, suddenly raised his hand around the girl's chin, and the words were clear and clear like wine: "Luozheng, I know you hate me, just ... But if you are smart, don't repeat it in front of me again and again. I'm saying these words! Otherwise, I really can't guarantee—the next time, I will kill you by mistake! "