After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 147 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (48)

Thinking of this, Jinting felt a little depressed in her heart.

Is Ding Bao still cautious in front of him?

Why don't you tell him what you really want?He obviously likes sunshine and the outdoors, why should he cater to his preferences?

Jinting stopped talking.

Seeing that he was silent, Ding Bao's voice was a little cramped.

"What's the matter? I'm just talking casually. You don't have to take it seriously. I don't have any requirements on where to live, as long as I can eat and sleep well like I am now."

"It's nothing, do you really like big houses? Like now?"

Jinting didn't know why she asked these questions, as if she was deliberately proving what she just thought.

Sure enough, Ding Bao smiled more calmly, saying indifferently.

"Well, who doesn't like a big house?"

But in your painting, there is only a low hut.

Jinting remained silent, and the strangeness in his heart became clearer, which made him not want to continue the conversation.

He got up and went upstairs, Ding Bao put down the cup in his hand and followed. When he reached the fourth floor, Jinting found that Ding Bao was still following him.

He turned curiously.

"What's wrong."

"I'm sorry I'm not, I'm not trying to follow you upstairs, I'm just, I just want to give you this."

Ding Bao, like a child who made a mistake, hurriedly explained clearly, as if he was afraid that Jinting might misunderstand, and then hurriedly took out the things in his pocket and handed them to him.

"This is the shredded papaya I baked today. All of them failed. Only this one can be eaten. Try it."

After handing the things to him, Ding Bao turned and left.

Jinting, who was standing at the corner on the fourth floor, did not move until the door slammed on the third floor.

He lowered his head, tore off the ribbon on his eyes, and looked down at the pink handkerchief in his hand.

A bunch of shredded papaya was wrapped in the handkerchief, with a sweet smell overflowing, and a thick layer of icing sugar was wrapped on it.

He likes to eat sweets, Ding Bao always remembers that.

"Ah"

There was a bit of self-mockery in the low laugh.

He has nothing to suppress, Ding Bao's performance just now has already explained everything.

It was he who divided the house into different places, and it was he who kept reminding Ding Bao to understand the rules and keep a distance. The person who was suspicious was himself, but now he cared about Ding Bao's dishonesty.

Countless emotions stirred in his heart for a while, the suspicion of human beings in his bones, mixed with the gradually deepening liking and guilt for Ding Bao, which plunged him into pain for a while.

However, at this time, in the dark room, Ding Bao was already lying comfortably on the bed, yawning and getting ready to sleep.

Bazahei broadcast in real time in her ear.

"He really has been standing there, what did you say to him?"

"No need to say anything."

"So that painting of yours was specially drawn for him to see?"

Ding Bao turned over, no matter how entangled and struggling Jinting outside was, she had no psychological burden, and she was still constantly suggesting herself in her mind.

From the first day she entered the castle, her daily task before going to bed is to go through Jinting's face and voice in her mind. She needs her brain to be completely familiar with this face, plus the day and night self Hypnotized, now when she sees Jinting, her cat flashes in her mind.

Beautiful and well-behaved, lazy and elegant, she likes that cat the most.

Bazahei saw that Ding Bao had stopped talking, so he shut up wisely.

Early the next morning, Ding Bao got up to pack his things.

(End of this chapter)