Paranoid boss wants to confess to me again

Chapter 197 Just half a month ago, back and forth...

Even the gossip and the truth can't be uttered, so what's the point of this life?
Nan Wen knew, so he asked out the guess that flashed through his mind just now.

But it didn't ask directly, but gave a foreshadowing before asking.

"Do you like to draw?"

Wen Mo scratched his head inexplicably: "I don't like painting, but I know people who like painting."

"Then do you like to post on Weibo?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just so-so. If I'm particularly handsome one day, I will definitely post on Weibo. After all, I always have to let everyone appreciate my flourishing face."

"How many fans do you have on Weibo?"

"Hey, hey, stinky girl, stinky girl, we can just ask other questions happily. As for fans' privacy issues, I will definitely not tell you. Don't even try to send messages from me. You won't die. will tell you."

"When did you post a portrait of me on your Weibo account?"

"Just half a month ago, back and forth..."

Wen Mo's face, which he claimed to be the face of the prosperous age, froze instantly, and the smile that was originally sunny, now looked so weird.

Scratching his hair in embarrassment: "Ahem, you, you know? But how did you know? I never used my trumpet to send anything else, and I wiped all my traces It's clean, then how do you know...?"

Nan Wen calmly explained Wen Mo's doubts: "I guess."

Wen Mo: "??!"

His eyes widened suddenly, and then a sad look appeared on his face, like a child who lost his favorite toy, or a little girl who was bullied, looking really wronged.

"Smelly girl... I didn't expect you to come to trick me. You are too much. I still answer your question so seriously."

The corners of Nan Wen's lips have been curled with a slight arc from just now: "But you didn't tell me how many fans you have on Weibo, it seems that you are not serious?"

Wen Mo really stopped in an instant.

It seems that after thinking about it, I figured out what answer I should give.

Some hesitated, and some hesitated: "I'm afraid that the number of my Weibo fans will scare you. I was worried about you, but you didn't even see it. You really are a heartless person." Smelly kid, alas, well, since you want to know so much, then I will tell you, in fact, my Weibo fans are..."

Nan Wen laughed several times. Although the voice was not loud, it was very clear in this extremely quiet alley.

"Hey, Wen Mo, stop talking, I'm just kidding you."

This time Wen Mo was so red that even the tips of his ears seemed to bleed.

"Smelly brat! Tell me again! I wanted to tell you the number of my Weibo fans so kindly, but now you are here saying that you are kidding me! I feel bad!"

Nan Wen took out a lollipop from his school uniform pocket, as if he bought it from a convenience store just now.

Throw it to Wen Mo: "Then why don't you talk about the number of fans?"

Wen Mo froze again in an instant, took off the wrapper of the lollipop, put it in his mouth, and the appearance of holding the lollipop looked cuter again.

"Then it's better to say goodbye, and take it as I forgive you."

Nan Wen asked, "Who painted that picture you posted?"

Wen Moyi sold the painting to the owner without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)