Paranoid boss wants to confess to me again

Chapter 273 You and Nan Jingran Are Really Similar

It can really be said that it is the kind of relationship where there is a lot of trust in everything.

Especially, in everything about Nanwen.

It is more trusting, and it also makes Bo Beimo not want to intervene in everything.

The pen just now had been inserted into the wall, and it must have been broken, but he never had only one pen, so he casually picked up an ordinary pencil from the table, and continued with the pen that he had just written. There is no finished painting.

"Stay away from her. You'd better not touch the paintbrush or anything in the future."

This is not just a persuasion, but a warning.

And Bo Beimo not only heard it, but also agreed.

It's true that Bo Beimo never liked brushes, let alone things like painting, but it was also because he did it for the first time by himself, but then it seemed that he never had the idea to do it like this again.

Because the sentence just now has really included everything, as well as what may happen in the future and what will not happen.

Bo Beimo was about to leave this place, and the door was almost pushed open.

But there was another voice suddenly coming from behind: "Is she pretty in my drawing?"

Bo Beimo stopped in his tracks: "It's pretty."

But what he got was not a reward, but a cold ridicule: "Even if she is very good-looking, you are not allowed to look at her, she is only mine."

Bo Beimo's voice seemed to be filled with resignation and resignation: "Okay."

"Bo Beimo, you really resemble Nan Jingran."

But it didn't say where it looked like.

But for a person who knows him very well, how could Bo Beimo not know what he just said?

But at this moment, even if it is really understood, it seems that it is not important anymore, but it seems that it has never been important.

After Bo Beimo left, the room was still as dark as ever, and just looking at it like this, it seemed to be the same as every time before.

But Bo Beimo had already understood the biggest change in the room during the few minutes he came in.

It's not that I am not the owner of this room, but the furnishings in this room.

Another painting was framed in the photo frame on the desktop.

But the previous ones were also not taken away, and they were even more reluctant to throw them away.

Because these are all the most important things to him, and because the person in the painting is the most important thing, it is impossible to throw away everything related to the person in the painting at will.

Even if it really becomes a failure, it will definitely be kept well, but it is just pressed at the bottom of the box where no one can see it.

This may be a kind of obsession, or it may be a morbid feeling, but no one knows exactly how, but it is certain that it must be a feeling different from friendship or family affection.

Just such a glance is an endless dead wood.

It looked lifeless, and no one was shaking here at this moment.

But even so, it won't make Bo Beimo feel strange, because everything here is the most familiar thing to him, and it's also a place that he doesn't want to leave.

Bo Beimo's gaze also shifted from the room he left to the place he came in.

Gardenia paves the way.

It was a wooden bridge with no end in sight.

But on the inner sides of the railings of the wooden bridge, there are two rows of gardenias.

(End of this chapter)