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Chapter 347 Li Ge is not Xi Mubai, but Bao Hancheng, her bodyguard!

After a pause, he looked around the room in a mess.

No one can understand what a painting means to a painter.

That's not to mention, she could not understand his hard work, but she really couldn't bear it, she hated him time and time again.

Her existence affects him all the time, making him want to destroy her, but... he is reluctant to do it!

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

It's not that Luozheng didn't realize that the man might be really angry, but being trapped here by him makes him really depressed.

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

"This is my studio. Most of the paintings I draw are here. In the cabinet, there are some old works from before. If you are not satisfied with tearing, just keep tearing! As for tearing down the house, if you are really capable, you can do whatever you want." dismantle……"

Bao Hancheng restrained his emotions, and said coldly.

As the man finished speaking, Luozheng was about to reply.

But at the next moment, the pupils shrank slightly, as if hearing something, full of disbelief.

"Tear it out and eat—"

After finishing his sentence, the man turned around with a calm and handsome face.

After all, considering that the girl is delicate and frail, she still needs to worry about her various mentalities.

What a Jiaojiao, she couldn't beat her, she couldn't scold her, and now... she couldn't even talk about it!

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

But at this moment, Luozheng's voice trembled, and he spoke questioningly.

Then, without even waiting for the man to answer, she quickly ran forward and grabbed the man's arm: "Bao Hancheng, you said... those paintings were drawn by you?"

Hearing this, Bao Hancheng's complexion was still as dark as ink, and he managed to relax a little: "What else? You tore up these paintings because...you hate me."

Luozheng listened, her mind went blank, and she kept asking repeatedly: "The painting... was it you who painted it? You are Li Ge..."

Suddenly, this cognition made Luozheng unable to think normally.

Bao Hancheng lowered his eyes and stared at the girl's pale face, rarely puzzled: "Yes, I am Li Ge."

"No... Impossible... This is impossible! How could you be Li Ge? Li Ge shouldn't be you, he should be Xi Mubai..."

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

The person who fell in love with him because of the painting.

If Xi Mubai wasn't Li Ge, wouldn't the tragedy of her previous life... be a joke from the very beginning?
No, no, although Xi Mubai didn't admit it, is he Li Ge?

But once, she mentioned the topic of Li Ge, and he never denied it!

"Bao Hancheng, you lied to me, didn't you? Tell me, you lied to me..."

Luozheng was talking messily, clutching the man's arm tightly, her eyes full of hope.

Seeing this, Bao Hancheng's heart was suffocated, and his voice almost dropped to zero when he questioned the girl's disbelief, "Oh, you really love Xi Mubai, you even want to give him my hard work, don't you?"

After a pause, the man shook his hand back, grabbed the girl's wrist, and strode to the drawing board: "Luozheng, watch, watch carefully!"

As the man said, he took out a paintbrush and twirled it flexibly on his slender fingertips.

The next moment, Bao Hancheng did not hesitate to write, and quickly outlined the outline of the girl with one stroke!
Luozheng was familiar with Li Ge's style of painting, so he just kept looking at it, not waiting for the man to finish the painting, and his heart sank heavily.

(End of this chapter)