Paranoid boss wants to confess to me again

Chapter 290 The half pencil in the pocket

Nan Wen didn't think that anyone other than Bo Beimo would spend his spare time painting.

Those free moments to stop are simply few and far between.

So no one will use such a very short opportunity and time to exercise such a hobby.

However, Bo Beimo's painting has already appeared in front of Nan Wen's eyes, so the manuscript seems to be related to him, and it may be written by him.

Ji Qingxun answered very calmly, and also gave the answer right after the question was asked.

"Ah."

A rather indifferent, lazy answer.

But it also verified the guess in Nanwen's heart.

Nan Wen paused for at most one second while flipping through the painting, and gave a response from his mouth at the same time.

"Then he is really good."

"Compared to Nan Jingran?"

Nan Wen really didn't expect Ji Qingxun to be able to ask himself such a sentence at this time, but he was also a little baffled by this question.

Bo Beimo and Nan Jingran?
The two of them seem to be people who will never have any contact, because they have never communicated in anything, so why compare the two of them together?
It is also possible to compare Ji Qingxun and Nan Jingran together. If there is any communication between the two of them, it is quite normal.

Nan Wen frowned slightly at the words.

He added: "The two of them have nothing to do with each other, so why compare this matter together?"

Yes, it's really the kind that doesn't even have a half-money relationship.

But Ji Qingxun seemed to be pleased by this answer, and walked straight out of the room. After opening the door, the wind that was still noticeably cold was blowing in.

Nan Wen didn't pretentiously put the script on the table and followed it out.

But when he was about to step out of the room, he saw the penetrating pencil, and it was right in front of his eyes.

Nan Wen didn't need to think about who shot the paintbrush, but he was a little curious about why the paintbrush ended up like this.

Nan Wen knew that there were very few people who could step into this room.

And it's even more unnecessary to make Ji Qingxun angry, because everyone doesn't have the guts, and it's even more impossible for any quarrel to happen in this room, but this kind of thing that sounds very impossible happened, and it still happened. Take a pencil for such a punishment.

Nan Wen pulled the pencil out from the wall.

Looking up, you can see the half-broken pen that has been embedded in the wall, and it is impossible to be pulled out like this anyway.

Gently stroke the remaining half of the pencil that can move freely in the hand.

Put it in your pocket, this is going out.

It was really cold at the beginning of spring, and it was already afternoon, and the sun had already disappeared, so it was naturally a bit colder than during the day.

However, there is really very little sun in this place, and even if there is, most of it will be covered by the back and only a little bit of sunlight can be exposed.

Seems like a place that would be perfect for the dark side that is the exact opposite of the sun.

It was still very familiar and empty.

Because I am already familiar with it, when I see such a desolate scene, I don't feel afraid or fear.

(End of this chapter)