Paranoid boss wants to confess to me again

Chapter 272 Maybe You Should Tell Me Something

"Aren't you going to see her?" Bo Beimo asked.

But the red-haired man just paused with the paintbrush in his hand.

Say, "See, but maybe you have something to tell me."

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

A second ago, the most common pencil was clearly still in the hands of the red-haired man, but at this time it had already landed on the wall behind Bo Beimo, and it was not even close to Bo Beimo's face. It has been inserted into the wall behind him, penetrating three points.

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

Bo Beimo still spoke like that: "No, I never thought of covering up anything. I will answer everything you ask truthfully."

"What about that painting?"

Bo Beimo paused: "I don't know."

But it didn't say clearly whether he didn't know what the painting was, or he didn't know why the painting was shot.

There is already a big gap just by sounding.

So the things represented naturally have different meanings.

Sneered, and leaned back lazily: "I don't know?"

Bo Beimo's attitude can be described as neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes, I don't know."

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

Bo Beimo's body that had been standing like a green pine all year round seemed to be trembling slightly at last.

"I do not know."

The answer given was still these four words.

"I don't know when I ask three questions? Do you want to escape responsibility like this?"

Every word that Bo Beimo said seemed to be truthful, and he answered all the questions he was asked quickly, but only he himself knew whether it was true or not.

"There is no attempt to escape responsibility."

"But you still didn't say anything? But you were afraid that Nanwen wouldn't be sad after she died, right?"

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 in my heart."

It was a chuckle, but there was a more dangerous meaning in this chuckle than the few times just now.

"It's really great, but I really won't let her be sad for you, after all... Tsk, you understand, I will be jealous."

Just say this in the simplest tone.

But Bo Beimo could hear the coercion in it instantly.

In fact, I have known this for a long time, but I seldom take the initiative to say it out. After all, Bo Beimo is not a gossip person, even if these things are really in charge, it is not considered Nosy, but in the end still will not take the initiative to say.

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

This may be a kind of trust, and it is also a kind of trust that is extremely difficult to exist.

Because in this kind of world, there will often be some so-called friends who betray you, and these friends may know your most important news. If you really betray to the point of sending all these news, you will lose more than just It was a friendship, and what was lost might be what everyone in that generation called the most important life.

But Bo Beimo trusted the extremely moody person in front of him very much.

(End of this chapter)