"Now that you're the only one who says that, will anyone agree with you?" Comrade Anchor asked, stretching out his white palm and pulling the frosty chest hair on Bobille's chest. Even if you let the anchor comrades themselves say it now, you can cite an example: Bobil disagreed with his friends and deliberately belittled and distorted his own work! Whether it works or not, it's an excuse. With their own heads being able to think of this, those art critics who have been grinding their mouths all their lives can't think of a better reason?

Bobil didn't think about it, shook his head, stretched out the hand that was originally pillowed behind his head, and swept it over the woman's smooth shoulder: "How can it be me, I'm going to pull in the guy who was originally watching the show!" His image has always been very good! In fact, he is a vicious wolf in sheep's clothing, treacherous and cunning! ”。

Thinking that he only played a small trick and circled Fang Yi, who likes to watch but does not participate in people, the old man Bobil was a little proud.

"Who is it?" As a mixed media, the anchor comrade is very concerned about this news, which is also the inevitable result of the formation of the usual hearing and seeing.

"Who do you think it will be?" Bobile took the anchor's comrade's hand, gently rubbed it to his mouth, and asked.

Comrade Anchor used his brain: "Floyd? ”。

Bobile couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth to ask, "How did you remember to talk about him!" ”。 Due to the appearance of himself and Fang Yi, Freud's fame was hit the most, because his paintings must still belong to the category of realism. When it comes to the table, there is still realism in the heart. Now no one can cross Fang Yi and Bobile to go. The post-classical canon not only shows the fragments of the natural scene, but also reveals the inner life of each character.

As one art critic said, Freud's greatness preceded Bobil and Fang! And the best result for him is not to see the success of Fang and Bobille! In the eyes of this critic. As soon as Fang Yi and Bobiler decided on the October exhibition in the post-classical style, the best thing for Freud was to immediately take the hat of the greatest contemporary artist and go west, out of sight!

And now, when the British mention Furrow, the French always have to bring out Popile, proving that Furberry can only be regarded as the greatest contemporary British artist at best, and when it comes to the world, we have to ask the French Popile.

Although I don't know what the withdrawn Freud thinks of Fang Yi and Bobile, this matter is now also a matter of public justification and mother-in-law and mother-in-law. If you want to really put Freund and Bobbile out of the high, it is estimated that there is still a fight, but the correct answer is not in the present. But decades and hundreds of years later, it is also in Fang Yixian's head.

The three of them are not famous now, but it is obvious that there is no intersection between the three of them! Fang Yi and Bobile can be regarded as having a good relationship, not to mention Bobile and Freund. Even Fang Yi and Freud did not have any communication. So Bobile was surprised to hear the anchor comrade mention Freund.

"Anders?" Comrade anchor remembered another great French artist.

"Does he have what it takes?" When I heard it, it was Anders, a stinky boy. Bobil couldn't help but snort through his nostrils to express his disdain.

After saying two names in a row, the anchor comrade said: "Then it can only be Yi?" Got it? ”。 After saying that, he looked at Bobil and continued to pinch the old thing's chest hair with his hand. The treacherous cunning in Bobille's mouth and Fang Yi's image in front of the public are a bit different, and the anchor comrades didn't think about it for a while.

Looking at Bobile and nodded, the anchor comrade immediately asked: "Isn't your relationship very bad, why do you think he will help you speak, and I heard that this person has a good personality, but he doesn't care about things that have nothing to do with him!" ”。

"I have his things in my hand, and as soon as I take them out, he'll have to jump out and speak," Bobille said proudly, and now he asked himself, lying beside him, in the white, tender, and delicious little lamb cake. It's hard not to answer yourself.

What a ruthless thing to lift his pants, with the current state of Bobil who has just finished being comfortable and is still naked, he can't do such a thing for the time being. As for actually lifting the pants. Then only God knows.

Comrade Anchor immediately came with interest, pressed his hand on the old man's chest, and asked repeatedly: "And his letter?" Can I take a look? ”

Bobile's ears were hit by this crisp greasy sound and he opened his mouth and said, "It's in my mailbox, you can see it as soon as you open it!" ”。

"E-mail?" Comrade Anchor couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then asked, "Only if the email is lost?" I don't know what I can do? What do you do if you don't admit that it's your own writing? ”。

Hearing the fruit girl beside him ask this, Bobile shook his head directly without thinking about it, and said in a very affirmative tone: "If he does this, then he is not a party!" ”。

Comrade Anchor nodded after hearing this, in fact, he didn't understand why Bobil was so confident, this person said that people were treacherous and cunning, and at the same time, he said that people would definitely admit it, but in his heart he immediately hit Bobiel's email.

The two chatted for almost an hour, and with the careful efforts of the anchor comrades, the old tree of Bobil sprouted new sprouts and spit out youth, and the two of them quickly started another game on this battlefield and fought fiercely.

If you think about how old Bobil is, how can he be a woman in her thirties and in the prime of life. After some tossing, Comrade Lao Bo was a little weak and had leg cramps, and after a few minutes, he fell asleep deeply, and let the anchor comrade push two or three times, and the little snoring was long, and in Chinese terms, he slept like a dead pig.

Comrade anchor tiptoed out of bed, then put on a dress and walked out of the bedroom, waiting to get out of the bedroom and bring the door, the shrewd comrade anchor listened to the sound of Bobil's breathing in the room for a while by the door.

Listening to the sound of breathing inside, the anchor comrade walked directly to Comrade Lao Bo's study. As for the location of the notebook, it is on the desk.

Sitting on the chair, the anchor comrade turned on the computer and began to mutter: "There is no password." No passwords! ”。 Obviously, God heard the prayer of the anchor comrade, and as soon as the computer was opened, the password was asked and it entered the desktop, and when the anchor comrade clicked on the mailbox connection, better luck came, and he clicked on the mail homepage, and found that the account number and password were filled in, and he only pressed the enter button and entered the mailbox directly.

Such a situation is also understandable. Bobile is in his sixties, and what kind of email can he use, judging from Lao Bo's age, is fashion-forward, let alone remembering any broken passwords. It's also such an advanced job as a boot password. That's why Comrade Anchor lightly entered the mailbox of the elderly Lao Bo.

The entire mailbox is full of emails, but from the perspective of Comrade Anchor, 99% of them are spam, except for the service provider emails at the time of the test, there are only four left. It's so easy! Just click on it and find it. It didn't take a minute for Comrade Anchor to find the email sent by Fang Yi, and after taking a look, he forwarded it to his mailbox.

After doing these things, Comrade Anchor turned off the computer and went back to Bobil's bedroom from the study. returned to the bed, turned his head to look at Bobil who was snoring and sleeping like a dead pig, and somehow it seemed that the anchor comrade was a little reluctant to go, reached out and touched Lao Bo's head and said: Bahedong! (Sorry in French).

If you let the anchor comrade, this physical and mental exchange is still very good. At least it's better than you think! Originally, Comrade Anchor just wanted to set up something, and if possible, let some reporters photograph himself coming out of Lao Bo's house. Of course, the next thing should be fried and denied, the anchor comrade felt that he said to the camera: We are just friends! This is still good for my career and reputation.

I thought that Lao Bo was so young and young, and doing this thing was just a dragonfly and a little water, and he was up to the point! However, after personal experience, the anchor found that Comrade Lao Bo was much better than his director and producer.

The so-called plan for the worst and strive for the best result, and now it is a good result, so that the anchor comrade can still score two goals for Lao Bo, and every task can be completed so-so, I feel very rare! After all, when I was walking with the general manager who was a few years younger than Lao Bo, for a long time, sometimes even all night, the anchor comrades performed bullfighting alone, and the fight was still a wilting cow.

Looking at Bobile, who was sleeping like a pig, the anchor comrade suddenly felt that it was very good to be this man's girlfriend, and when he thought of this, the anchor comrade began to ponder.

In the eyes of girls who generally don't have too many brains, Bobile is too old if he is rich, and the anchor comrade thinks that old is not Lao Bo's shortcoming, but choosing to marry a rich man, a very prominent worry point in this rich man! From this point of view, the only thing that Comrade Lao Bo is not perfect enough is that he is not old enough. It's really energizing to score two goals in one night!

Think about it, if you marry an old thing who seems to be rich and dying, endure the nausea in your heart for a few years, and wait for the old thing to hang up all of a sudden, isn't the house and the money all your own? All of a sudden, he made a beautiful turnaround in his life! And then think what kind of handsome man doesn't have it? And there is an added benefit of becoming a woman of Bobil, that is, the widow of Master Bobile, this name can also have a bit of weight. The more I think about it, the brighter my future will be, as long as he can sleep with the old thing that he is sleeping with now, then half of his current things will be his own! Who is going to do what to break the anchor? That's how much money you make, and there are people harassing you at every turn to take advantage of something or something

I couldn't fall asleep when I thought about it like this, and it wasn't until three hours later that Comrade Anchor fell asleep.

When he woke up, he saw that Pobille had moved his easel to the bedroom, waving the paintbrush in front of him, and was wearing only a thin nightgown and a pair of boxers.

Seeing the woman wake up, Bobil smiled: "I'll ask them to bring breakfast later!" ”。

Looking at the smile on Bobile's face, Comrade Anchor felt that he could give it a try: "Henry! Let's see if we can develop it, okay? ”。

When Bobile heard this, the small eyes on his old face opened wider and wider, and his mouth opened wider and wider, and he looked completely incredible. (To be continued......)