exploded

A boss is a boss after all.

Even the devil can't help it.

Gao Yiyao handed his deep sympathy to You Yang, and recorded this matter in a prominent place in his small notebook.

Then he continued to talk, which was something that Bo Yijian had ordered before: "Boss, no one came to me to sell materials in the past two days. I specially asked someone to monitor the Internet, and there is no bad news about you." Come on, what happened that night?"

Bo Yijian was a little surprised: "No one is looking for you? I thought someone took a picture of me sending women home that night."

Gao Yi gasped on the spot.

Bo Yijian couldn't help explaining: "Don't think wrongly, it's very simple to send the other party downstairs."

Gao Yi: "Even if it's just like this, once it is photographed, it will be exaggerated..."

Bo Yijian: "So I asked you to buy the photos. If there are any."

Gao Yi murmured: "Thinking about it this way, it's actually not as cost-effective as having something."

Bo Yijian: "..."

He glanced at the suddenly bold agent: "If there's nothing wrong—"

Gao Yi waited for Bo Yijian to issue an order to evict guests. He was used to being ignored, placed and driven away. The human habit is really terrible...

Bo Yijian: "Just tidy up the room for me."

Gao Yi: "???"

Bo Yijian didn't care about Gao Yi anymore.

He leaned on the sofa for a while, and suddenly found a blank piece of paper from among the piles of papers, walked into the study room, chose a book from the bookshelf, and then sat at his desk.

He was scribbling absently.

A speeding black car with a streamlined body.

A huge butterfly with a pair of magnificent wings half the height of a person.

These are all the things he dreamed about in the past two days.

A car with a smooth shape is speeding towards him, running over him, and butterflies with gorgeous wings are also approaching him. They are full of temptation, and at the same time, they are full of danger. Together, they are a deadly beauty.

like...

The kiss that Yu Shengwei leaned over to.

Bo Yijian's pen paused, leaving a round ink dot on the white paper.

Then, he gave up sketching half of the butterfly, found a blank spot on the paper, and continued painting.

This time, he chose to paint Yu Shengwei.

Without thinking too much, he sketched out the image of Yu Shengwei casually.

Yu Shengwei walking, Yu Shengwei sitting on the sofa, Yu Shengwei lying down and resting...all the characters have no faces.

This is not the end.

Bo Yijian finished drawing the basic human figure and went a step further.

His pen tip landed on the character's face, and he wanted to draw Yu Shengwei's appearance, but as he drew, the other person's eyes were too curved, his mouth was too long, his face was fluffy, and A few long beards.

He turned into a fox face.

Looking at his own painting, Bo Yijian was speechless.

But it's all like this, he simply writes and writes, whatever comes to mind.

He put a straw hat on the fox's head, and a rose was wrapped around the straw hat. The stamens of the rose were half-opened and half-closed, and a playing card fell out of it, and the playing card fell into the fox's hand, turning into a flying bird white dove.

After Bo Yijian completed it in one go, he turned around and examined the painting.

Through this painting, he analyzes his own heart.

This is Yu Shengwei's portrait.

The fox face shows that in his heart, Yu Shengwei is a cunning person.

The rose on the hat represents emotional ambiguity, similar to the magnificent butterfly in his dream.

The rose dropped the playing card, and the playing card turned into a white dove again, which means that this kind of ambiguity and magnificence is unpredictable and impossible to explore.

Oh... ambiguous and magnificent...

Bo Yijian pulled up the paper in a complicated mood and turned it back.

He continued to search his heart earnestly.

In the two days after that night, his heart was always filled with some kind of impulse and inspiration, the kind of impulse to capture inspiration and express it in the film.

But neither long-term thinking, extensive reading of scripts, nor even further self-hypnosis is of any use.

There is a membrane between him and inspiration, and this membrane is like a big lock, locking his way to inspiration.

...Maybe I should talk to Xiaoyu?

This feeling was brought to me by him, and chatting with him should help me clear the fog and capture more inspiration.

Bo Yijian put his fingers on the screen of the phone, and scribbled on it casually, wanting to find Yu Shengwei, but still unable to make up his mind...

Just then, his phone vibrated.

A WeChat message from Yu Shengwei flashed across the information bar.

Bo Yijian's finger that was playing with the screen retracted as if electrocuted.

He stared at the phone like he was looking at Pandora's box.Immediately, his gaze turned to the book he had just taken off the shelf.

The title of the book is, "Know Your Heart".

He quickly opened the book and turned to the test paper part.

This test paper is used to help users analyze their inner thoughts about someone. The full score is 100 points, with 50 points as the watershed. A score below 50 proves that you only regard the other party as a friend, and a score above 50 proves that you have respect for him The buds of love.

On the second day after the incident happened, Bo Yijian seriously read the book and finished the test paper.

but.

Who will tell him.

Exactly 50 points, what does it represent?

Does he have friends in one hand and love in the other hand, is he jumping back and forth between friends and love?

Bo Yijian wanted to tear up the book.

After tearing it up, the author will be taken out and beaten.

Ha ha!