Huh?
She left her things in the car?
At that thought, Bo Feng pursed his lips.
Always forgetful and absent-minded, what a sight.
Even as he said this, he still reached out to pick up the sketchbook.
On the cover of the sketchbook, there was a heart colored in with a red pen.
A girlish cover, with a red heart on the outside, deliberately left in his car.
Is this, a confession?
As Bo Feng thought this, a flush crept from the roots of his ears to his neck.
This, this wife of his, is always up to these tricks.
He had never seen a woman like this before.
With these thoughts, he yet pursed his lips and slowly opened the first page.
There were so texts mixed in.
Looking carefully, it seed like a conversation between two people.
"Su Xiaoyan, keep company for a chat."
"Chat about what?"
"About Bujidao~~so tired of this teacher’s class."
"I don’t like it either."
The ssy handwriting required careful reading to make out the words.
Flipping forward, there were silhouettes of people drawn with a black carbon pen.
Further on, there were eyes and brows, mouths and noses.
Page by page, it was a young man’s back.
Playing basketball, drinking water, frolicking with friends.
Su Yan’s artistic skills were quite good.
After all, she was a talented student who got into a prestigious art college.
The drawings were very detailed, and the boy was sunny and handso.
His smile was particularly captivating.
Bo Feng pursed his lips, his face showing no emotion, impossible to tell what he was feeling.
He just kept flipping through page by page.
And then, occasionally mixed in were conversations.
"Hey, if you like him so much, why don’t you confess??"
"He’s the school hunk, why would he ever notice ?"
"Pfft, what about him being the school hunk?? Our classmate Su Xiaoyan is also very pretty~"
"Oh co on, quit gossiping."
"Don’t be so shy, you weren’t like this when you secretly watched him play basketball behind the big tree."
"Sun Qing!! Stop it! ╭(╯^╰)╮"
"Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking, okay? Sigh, do you plan to never confess after secretly loving him for so many years?"
"Mind your own business!"
"Okay, okay, I won’t ddle. Tsk tsk, the turbulence of youth~"
"·······"
All the way to the last page, there was a complete, handso portrait of the guy holding a basketball.
Beneath it were written two words, Zheng Yao.
Bo Feng looked at that last picture for a long ti, expressionless.
Standing there like a statue.
Due to the way he was seated, his suit pants were taut.
Revealing the object in his pocket.
It was a heart-shaped box.
Originally, our President Bo had planned to give this ring to his newly-wedded young wife during their last trip to the suburbs.
Who knew that so many unexpected things would happen later.
There were fights, and then the passionate car scene.
Causing this ring to not have been presented yet.
It lay in his hand.
But this ring couldn’t be left lying around in his possession forever.
So, he planned to give her the ring at noon today.
He could even imagine his little wife happily hugging and kissing him.
But now, looking at the sketchbook in his hands.
President Bo, who had always thought his wife had a long-ti crush on him.
Froze in his seat.
His wife, she liked a jerk nad Zheng Yao.
Bo Feng pursed his lips, his well-defined hand gripping the sketchbook tightly.
Not a word said.
Assistant Zhang outside was intending to wait for President Bo to leave before going upstairs.
But this President Bo... why does he look so angry?
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