Mr.Bo, Love me please be gentle!

"Are you sure it's not because you want to be lazy?"

Thin cold pool picked his eyebrows, his eyes turned like waves, and his thin lips tilted up slightly.

Song Li immediately choked. A pair of beautiful apricot eyes blinked gently. Brother Bo, are you the roundworm in my stomach? You guessed my idea of being lazy.

Of course, she won't admit it.

The girl in front of her frowned, and the porcelain white shell teeth bit the corners of her lips. She looked a little hesitant, "well, since you have to let me choose, just that one!"

She casually pointed to the window, a proud picture of Han Mei, snow, Chimonanthus, pedestrians

"Oh! The young lady's vision is really good. This picture of Han Mei is made by the contemporary master Luo Chen. At a foreign auction last year, the trading price of Mr. Luo Chen's painting has reached more than 5 million, and it is a beautiful knife. Now it has a price but no market..."

The shopkeeper of the calligraphy and painting shop talked freely and did not hesitate to praise and praise the painting.

Song Li smiled. The price... Seems not to be low!

"Miss, to tell you the truth, I'm the only one in the whole Dongyang street. I have a painting by master Luo Chen here. If you want to buy it, you'll be robbed by others as soon as possible."

"How much is it?"

"Not much, three million!"

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On the way back to Bo's old house, Song Li turned around from time to time and took a look at the plum picture on the back seat. It's three million! Although it wasn't her money, she just felt distressed.

It's like robbing money.

"Brother Bo, the old lady will not believe that I bought the painting. It's too expensive!"

Even if you sell her, you can't afford that painting!

The man raised his eyebrows, thin lips aroused interest, and said meaningfully: "a little self-knowledge."

Song Li immediately choked. A pair of beautiful apricot eyes stared round. It's so boring! She had said no at that time, but he insisted on buying it and praised her for her good taste.

It's good!

With one finger, it is a painting worth millions.

"Forget it. Anyway, grandma Bo never likes me. I don't mind if she hates me more."

Song Li shrugged and reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth.

Looking at the lost look of the girl around him, the thin cold pool's dark eyes were slightly dark, and the fundus of his eyes fainted and smiled.

"Ali, grandma won't embarrass you with me."

"I know!"

Song Li replied crisply.

Those beautiful eyes are slightly bent, like the crescent moon in the night. They can't hide a smile from the corners of their eyes.

Bo's old house is located on the hillside of the western mountain, which is rich in red maple. This season is just full of red leaves. Quadrangles in pure Chinese style are reflected in these scattered red leaves.

White walls and grey tiles, rockery and bamboo forest, small bridges and flowing water, winding paths leading to seclusion

After a distance, Song Li saw the servant waiting at the gate of the hospital. She couldn't help feeling nervous.

When I got off the bus, I felt more nervous.

"Young master, Miss Song Li, you are here. The old lady is waiting for you in the living room."

Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper, bowed down and said quietly.

Song Li's impression of Bo's old house still lingered five years ago, but the scenes are still fresh in her memory. She has seen Uncle Zhang in front of her, but he is much older and has white hair than seven years ago.

"Uncle Zhang."

Song Li half narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Uncle Zhang straightened up, smiled innocently and said, "Miss Song Li has grown tall and grown up."

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