"Don't you go to see her?" Bo Beimo asked.

And the red-haired man was just a slight pause in the brush in his hand.

"See," he said, "but you may have something to tell me." ”

Bo Beimo's thin lips, which were not covered by the mask, pursed tightly: "No, maybe I should ask what you want to know?" ”

A second ago, the most ordinary pencil was obviously still in the red-haired man's hand, but at this time, it had already landed on the wall behind Bo Beimo, and it was not the same as Bo Beimo's face, and the pen had already been inserted into the wall behind him, and it was three points into the wood.

"Is this an attempt to cover up some facts?"

Bo Beimo still had something to say: "No, I never thought of covering up anything, I will answer everything you ask truthfully." ”

"What about the painting?"

Bo Beimo paused: "I don't know. ”

But it doesn't make it clear that he doesn't know what the painting is, or that he doesn't know what the painting is.

Just by sounding like a big gap.

So the things that are represented naturally have different meanings.

sneered, and leaned back rather lazily: "I don't know? ”

Bo Beimo's attitude can be called neither humble nor arrogant: "Yes, I don't know. ”

"You said that if you died, would Nanwen be sad for you?"

Bo Beimo's perennial body that stood like a green pine seemed to finally tremble slightly.

"I don't know."

The answer given was still these four words.

"I don't know? Just want to get away with it like this? ”

Every word that Bo Beimo said seemed to be truthful, and all the questions asked were answered quickly, but as for whether it was true or false, only he knew it himself.

"There is no attempt to get away with responsibility."

"But don't you still say nothing? But she was afraid that after she died, Nanwen wouldn't be sad, would she? ”

It should have been a few seconds.

Bo Beimo spoke again: "It's best if she doesn't feel sad, that's what I want." ”

It was a chuckle, but in this chuckle it was more dangerous than the previous few times.

"It's great, but I really won't let her grieve for you, after all...... Tsk, you know, I'm going to be jealous. ”

Just say this in the simplest tone.

But the coercion in this was something that Bo Beimo could hear in an instant.

In fact, this point has really been known for a long time, but he rarely takes the initiative to say it, after all, Bo Beimo is not a gossip person, even if these things are really managed, they are not nosy, but in the end they still won't take the initiative to say it.

Maybe it's because this well-known identity and relationship is not suitable, or it may be because I don't feel like I need to deal with anything, because the person in front of me will take care of everything.

This can be a trust, and it is a trust that is extremely difficult to exist.

Because in this kind of world, there are often some so-called friends who betray you, and these friends may know your most important news, if you really betray to send all these news, then you will lose more than just a friendship in the end, and it may be the most important life that everyone in that generation calls it.

But Bo Beimo has a lot of trust in the extremely moody person in front of him.