"Don't think you are so important. Are you worth causing family conflicts?" he said coldly.
"That's hard to say. You don't know Bo Yeyuan's personality." He is narrow-minded and possessive in this regard.
"Tell me what his personality is like." The man sat down on the sofa and picked up the black tea cup. His posture was graceful and heroic.
It's a pity that no matter how hard you try, you still look like an uncle.
"Deep, elusive, with a volatile temper, possessive, and easily angry." Li Qiyu searched for words that suited him in his mind.
The man's face was stiff. He seemed not in the mood to drink the cup of tea when it reached his mouth. He put it back on the table and said, "Make me happy."
"Are you in a bad mood?"
"If you're in a good mood, I'll buy you 80 million to listen to your nonsense?" he said with a very angry temper.
Is it true that a rich man has such a bad temper? She knelt down and begged him to buy it? Eighty million kept saying it in her mouth. After all, she was also a member of the Bo family. Sure enough, as Shang Rujie said, he was stingy!
"I can do music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as long as I don't move violently." After a pause, Li Qiyu suddenly thought, "How about I paint for you? Don't you want to know what you look like now in my eyes?"
"
"You like to draw pictures for others?" His voice became darker, even undercurrent of anger.
Which of her words touched his nerves? "You don't like being painted?"
Bo Yeyuan didn't like taking pictures or being painted. But he just liked to pester her, asking her to take photos with her and asking her to draw pictures for him. He pestered her for a long time and she never drew one for him, but later she
I drew him by accident while sleepwalking...
[Li Qiyu, draw for me! I want to be the first man in your painting...]
[Sorry, there are many men in my works. You won’t be the last one. You are not even qualified to be one of them. I will never draw you. Because it makes you sick just to look at it. How can I draw you? 】
…
[You drew me with your own hands. You don’t have me in your heart, how can you remember my appearance?]
[I have a photographic memory since I was a child and am very talented in painting. What’s wrong with me painting you? I can also paint Beitang Maple. Do you want to see it? 】
…
"Get lost." He suddenly became angry, which was completely inexplicable.
Li Qiyu didn't know what had offended him. People in the Bo family had weird personalities. When she heard the word "gun", she felt as if she had been granted amnesty. She wished for it, so she thanked him and prepared to leave.
She just walked to the entrance and was about to ask the servant to take off the glasses for her...
The man's gloomy voice sounded: "Eighty million dollars and you just left like that?"
Li Qiyu sneered and smiled. She had used up all her patience tonight: "Then what else do you want?"
"I want to take a shower." He said sternly.
"You can wash it anytime."
"You serve me."
"Sir, the rules say that if you don't play adult games, I won't touch your body."
Don't take the porcelain job if you don't have diamond ware. Since she is stingy and can't part with the 80 million, why should she be angry with her? If she dares to take advantage of her, she will die!
"I won't touch you. I have no appetite for women who have been played with. I have mysophobia." He said coldly, already standing up, "Come here and give me a massage."
Li Qiyu wanted to leave. It was difficult to get along with such a moody man. She didn't know what would happen in the next second. Who knew that the door was already locked and she couldn't open it even with all her strength. When she tried to take off her glasses, she felt that her head was being burned by infrared rays.
Hot and dizzy.
In fact, she could have used 80 million to throw it at his old man's face...