Bo Lin was silent for a few seconds, and Hua Jian frowned and looked at his phone.
The above also shows in the call.
He whispered to himself, "Bad signal?"
Bo Lin spoke again: "You saw him last time at UP, the one with the slicked-back hair. He was also at the gallery and said he saw you."
He immediately sold Zhang Yiming out, saying lightly, "He likes to make a fuss. He just filmed you and Jana in the video, so I saw it."
Hua Jian immediately asked, "Is this his gallery?"
Bo Lin said, "No, he wanted to exhibit Janard's paintings in Bo's gallery. But the last time I returned to China, when we were on the same flight, he harassed me. I mentioned it at a party. The collaboration fell through, but they still had some connection."
Hua Jian suddenly turned her head and looked at Janard in the distance with sharp eyes.
"Did he harass you? How?"
The man's cold and angry voice came through the unclear network.
"Bo Lin." Without waiting for his answer, the man on the other end of the phone called his name impatiently.
Bo Lin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 32nd floor of the Bo Group, looking out at the brightly lit night view of the imperial capital.
The corners of Bo Lin's lips could be vaguely seen through the floor-to-ceiling window.
"It was just a few struggles. Hua Jian, you forgot that I am a strong man."
After hearing this, Hua Jian couldn't help but lick his palate, feeling unhappy.
Entanglement? How?
Take out the QR code and let Bo Lin scan it like before?
Or just go up and throw yourself into his arms?
Tsk.
"You don't like men, so if you meet men with bad intentions in the future, you must protect yourself."
Hua Jian spoke in a depressed tone, and said something that came out of his heart after thinking for a while.
Suddenly, Bo Lin's laughter came from the microphone.
It was low and somewhat dull, and seemed to carry an unknown joy.
Hua Jian pursed her lips, "Is what I said funny?"
Bo Lin whispered, "Of course not, but Hua Jian, how can you be so sure that I don't like men?"
Hua Jian's face was blank. He didn't understand Bo Lin's meaning at first.
He asked in a strange tone: "Do you like men?"
Bo Lin paused, then said, "What I mean is, why do you think it's impossible for me to like men?"
Because Bo Lin in the original novel is a person who has no feelings or love. In the melodramatic BL novel where everyone is in love, he is a person who is crazy about his career!
But Hua Jian couldn't tell Bo Lin these words.
He said jokingly, "It's OK if you don't like men."
Bo Lin: "If I like men, you won't be willing to be friends with me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the only sounds on the phone were the two people's slight breathing sounds.
Bo Lin felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have asked this question at this time.
At least it should be when he and Hua Jian are face to face.
It was better for him to hear Hua Jian’s true thoughts at that time than to have random thoughts now.
But at this moment, as the conversation went on, this long-brewing temptation came out of his mouth.
He sighed softly and was about to say something to make amends when Hua Jian spoke.
The man opposite said with a resentful tone, "You underestimate me, don't you? Although I have a bad impression of homosexuality, you are Bo Lin, my friend, and you are different from everyone else. How could I give up my friendship because of something like this?"
Bo Lin's eyelids suddenly opened, but he immediately lowered his eyes to look at the phone.
'You are different from everyone else.'
He only heard this sentence.
"Hello? Bo Lin?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
Bo Lin's tone remained unchanged.
Hua Jian suddenly didn't know what to say.
The two fell silent again.
"Flower Jane?"
The man's sudden voice startled the two of them.
Bo Lin looked out the window and listened to the voice on the phone in silence.
"Sorry, did I bother you?" Janard said apologetically, "I misjudged you and thought you had finished your call."
Hua Jian glanced at him.
Bo Lin was very quiet on the phone.
Hua Jian didn't like Jana interrupting his conversation with Bo Lin.
He also felt that Janard's speaking out at this time gave him an excuse to hang up the phone.
He turned his head and said to Bo Lin on the other end of the phone, "I'm hanging up now. We'll talk next time we meet."
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Bo Lin suddenly felt like a bird flying quickly in the rain.
Unable to find a habitat, its beautiful feathers were all soaked.
Looks pitiful.
Throwing his cell phone on the coffee table, Bo Lin lay down on the sofa with a gloomy look on his face.
After hanging up the phone, Hua Jian's violently beating heart calmed down for a moment.
He turned to face Janard.
Janard immediately smiled widely.
Looking at Hua Jian's face, Janard thought to himself, it's not his fault that he wasn't reserved enough. He had been abroad for so long and had seen countless men, but none of them could compare to the man in front of him!
He blinked, trying to hide the determination in his eyes.
Hua Jian curled her lips and smiled slightly, "Mr. Janard, you've arrived just in time. I wonder if the painting 'Cooling' behind me is for sale?"
Janard was stunned, and his eyes moved to look at "Liang".
Soon he said sincerely: “Mr. Hua can take a look at other paintings. The author of this work was not famous when he was alive, and the collection value of this painting can be said to be unsatisfactory.”
The fragmented light fell on Hua Jian's glasses, and he raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, his voice sounding nonchalant.
"So that's the case, but I just asked casually. Mr. Garner doesn't want to give it up, so I can't force him."
Janard gritted his teeth and tried to hold it in, but seeing Hua Jian's lack of interest, he couldn't help but speak.
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