Bo Wunian looked down at Chen Chu in front of him. When his eyes fell under his almond eyes, he seemed to have been stabbed by something.

When Chen Chu looked at him, his eyes were filled with thorns and coldness.

But when she looked at Fu Yan, she smiled so gently and charmingly.

An emotion suddenly spread, tightly tying him, and I couldn't struggle with my old age, "You painted "Only I Know"?

When Chen Chu heard Bo Munian's words, she was rarely stunned. She originally thought that he came to ask for punishment for Bo Muqing, but she didn't expect that she would ask this question.

Chen Chu only found it funny: "Bo Ershao is really funny. With such poor painting skills, how could I draw such a good work? What's more, the painter created it based on her own experience. The story tells the author's fourteen-year-old When I was in a crush on a high school boy, what did Bo Ershou think of him? Do you have the same relationship with me and you?"

Chen Chu said, paused for a moment, and then added: "Are you already narcissistic? When you were seventeen years old, I had a crush on you?"

Bo Wunian's emotions were directly pierced by Chen Chu's words. He took a step towards Chen Chu. Chen Chu did not retreat, and the distance between the two was only about thirty centimeters.

Bo Wunian lowered his head and looked at her with a calm face, "Then tell me why the male protagonist is exactly the same as the one in your painting?"

Chen Chu froze slightly, but just for a moment, soon she realized: "Maybe you are going to ask the painter."

“The style of painting is the same.”

Chen Chu didn't expect that Bo Wunian could see it. She looked up at his gaze and did not dare to retreat at all.

She knew that as long as she had a slight flash, she would lose.

The two looked at each other straight for nearly ten seconds, and finally Bo Wunian closed his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I'm just asking."

His tone was loose, as if he didn't care.

Chen Chu looked at him and his face turned cold: "Since Mr. Bo has already determined that it is me in his heart, why should I ask me again?"

Chen Chu suppressed his anger, calmly threw down this sentence, and then turned around and left.

Bo Wunian stood there, watching her hands hanging down beside her tightly held, and her heart felt a little relieved.

He knew that it was Chen Chu.

But when did he meet Shen Chu when he was seventeen years old?

Bo Wunian closed his sight and took out his cell phone to call Zhou Zile.

Zhou Zile didn't expect that the person who abandoned him would come here so quickly. He raised his eyebrows: "I answered the wrong call, is it actually Mr. Bo taking the initiative to find me?"

Bo Wunian was too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "When I was in high school, which girl from junior high school liked to follow me?"

Zhou Zile was frightened by the question of Bo Wunian: "The question you asked is a bit scary, A Nian."

"Don't talk nonsense, think about it."

“…”

Zhou Zile thought for a while: "Don't say it, there is really one."

"who?"

"Lin Xiangyue."

“…”

Bo Wunian hung up the phone directly. He shouldn't have counted on Zhou Zile, because Zhou Zile was not reliable at all.

Instead of counting on Zhou Zile, it would be better to let Lin Chaoyang check it out.

As the footsteps of the twilight years became farther and farther away, the aisle was empty.

At this time, Bo Muqing, who was hiding in the corner of the terrace next to him, walked out slowly.

Such a shameful thing happened. She originally wanted to take a bus from the side door to leave the banquet, but unexpectedly, she just walked over from the opposite side of the sky garden and saw her brother and Shen Chu talking.

Bo Muqing didn't expect that he would hear such a shocking secret.
Chapter completed!