"If I were the same painter as the painter she liked, then be with me."

"When I heard this, my heart was ashamed. I didn't know what painters were not painters. Just when I was desperate, I suddenly saw an open collection of paintings on her desk. The expanded collection happened to be a painter named Tang Bohu."

"So I took the dead horse as a living horse and said the three words Tang Bohu."

"When I finished speaking, she."

Speaking of this, Xu Peng choked up.

But this sob directly made netizens break their defenses.

"What's wrong with her?"

"What did she say?"

"Brother, don't cry at this time, don't lose your chain at critical moments."

"Brother, tell me quickly. If you don't say I can't sleep tonight."

"Brother, don't get out of context. Fuck it, this is even more uncomfortable than killing me."

【PS: Brothers, have a meal and update it!】

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!