National schoolmaster, too arrogant!

"Look at it."

With the warm heart urged again, Bo Yihan finally saw the past.

It was a pencil drawing, seemingly simple and casual composition, but the whole image of him was accurately expressed.

He had to admit that the standard of painters was super high.

Warm heart dragged him into the room, looked at the painting, sincerely said, "the painting is really good, don't you think, thin with cold?"

"Well." Thin to cold slightly nodded.

"I'll tell you, I can draw too. If I draw you, I'm sure it's better than the people who draw this."

"Well." Bo Yihan nodded again.

Thaksin, after all, can stay in her room painting, must be her own painting.

However, with such a painting, Zhang Ma didn't want him to see it.

"Why?"

A warm surprise interrupted his thoughts.

The warm heart took down the paper and said, "there seems to be some words in the back."

She turned the paper around, only to see a huge font on the back: thin to cold, tortoise son of a bitch.

Warm heart suddenly angry, "who wrote this? It's so hateful. If I know who it is, I'll break him up! "

Warm heart said, will tear the paper.

Was thin with cold eyes quickly seized down.

"Thin with cold, what do you do?" Warm heart dissatisfied way.

"No tearing."

Warm heart can't believe way, "don't know who is scolding you, I didn't find out the culprit, beat to death is good, you still don't let me tear?"

"..." thin with cold, but speechless for a moment.

How else can we find people? Isn't she the culprit?

However, the warm heart had long forgotten whose masterpiece it was and held out his hand to him, "give me the painting!"

Bo Yihan did not answer, but he directly left the paper behind, which represented his position.

"Give me the picture!" Warm heart stressed again.

Thin with cold still did not move.

"Thin with cold, I ask you to give me the painting!"

"No Thin with cold light way, "since you don't want this painting, better give it to me."

"You're still going to want this painting?" Warm heart exploded hair, jumped up and pointed to him to accuse, "do you know who painted this? Is that your favorite goblin? "

"No

"Give it to me if it's not you."

Bo Yihan still doesn't move, and even makes her heart warm. She points to his finger and starts to tremble, "Bo Yihan, you are my fiance! We're all engaged. You gave me a green hat! You scum! Depending on their own good-looking, they just hook up with those messy goblins

The more she said, the more angry she was. She went to the head of the bed, pulled her pillow and hit him. She kept saying, "let you like other goblins, let you like other goblins..."

The pillow is so soft that it doesn't hurt.

Thin with cold by her hit.

Warm heart to see that he would rather be beaten, not willing to take out the painting, is furious, "you don't take it, right?"

Thin with cold helpless way, "don't make."

"How can you say I'm making trouble?" Warm heart said, pillow also don't want, directly throw to him.

Then he sat in front of the drawing board and began to paint.

He said to himself, "it's just a painting. I treasure it so much. I'll draw you a hundred! It's a hundred times more beautiful than this little demon

This time, she painted with great care, especially to paint color.