Spoiled! The yandere boss and his soft doll

"This was painted a month before you were about to come of age, Manman, I longed for you so much, I humbly imagined you with my mind.

"Ruo, Joao.

Christman was still frightened.

When she opened her eyes, she was like herself in the painting, and while impacting her head, her body trembled inexplicably.

Christman's naked appearance in front of João is beyond count, and she never cares, except that habit is a factor, and João has not taught her the difference between men and women.

Even what should have been learned in textbooks was deliberately covered up by Joao.

But...... How could she have such an expression? It seemed to be happy and painful.

"I haven't posed like this, Joao, how can you ......" "It's

my dirty mind baby, this is just the picture I desire, how could I deliberately make you pose like that in order to paint such a picture?"

"And.

João reached out behind Christman and gently turned her little head, the madness in his eyes undisguised.

"This one, baby, look, do you know when I painted this one?" Christine

glanced at it, it was still a similar painting, except in this one she was wearing a layer of tulle, and the whole thing was foggy and unclear.

But it is this indistinct atmosphere that makes this painting extremely ambiguous.

As if her eyes were burned, Christine shook her head again and again, and was about to ask timidly, when Joao's crazy words came out in her ear, "It's fourteen years old."

"It was when I was fourteen years old, baby, I dreamed of you at that time, although it was not the first time you entered my dream, but that time the dream was different.

"Do you know how much it shook my heart at the time?"

Krisman listened to this, and quickly glanced at all the paintings in it, except for these two, everything else looked relatively normal.

But in some paintings, her movements are still a little ......

Christine couldn't say it, but she was inexplicably a little aggrieved, and she wanted to be coquettish with Joao when she opened her mouth, but she didn't want to see it.

"Baby, have you seen it?"

"This is when we went to the beach, I remember you, when your smile was brighter than the sun that day. "

This is the first day you came to me when you were five years old, it was at the door of Grandpa Warris in S country, we hugged the scene, do you remember?"

"This is your first birthday by my side, you look at the smile a lot, the rest is some daily life, and your birthday every year, I remember you."

"I remember it, I didn't miss a single detail about it.

Christine saw that her head was not allowed to turn elsewhere by João, but her gaze was deliberately avoided by the two that had just begun.

"I remember it all, and I'm impressed. While some of these paintings are more shameful, more of them move Christman.

João's paintings are very meaningful days.

Joao gasped, his voice getting higher and higher, and his eyes began to redden, "And, there are babies!"

he put his arm around Christman's waist and led her to the cabinets.

"Baby, do you remember this fork?"

In the center of the box on the cabinet was a fork, which looked a little old, but it was still polished.

Christman took a closer look, and the patterns of the tableware in the Mo house were all in a uniform style, but she had no impression of this pattern, "I don't remember much."

Joao shook his head, his current mental state didn't look very normal, he was too excited, "It's okay, you were still young at that time, it was the fork I fed you for breakfast when you first came to that house in country S."

"After that, I took care of it and put it away. "He'll wipe it when he's free.

"And what about this?"

Joao pointed to the second to his right, a bath towel that Christman still didn't recognize.

"This is the same towel I used for your first bath, and it's still smelly. "Even every time I come, I have to come here and smell it.

"Baby, baby still has this!" he cried, pointing to one piece after another, and he couldn't tell what it looked like...... Ash Krisman

was a little startled by the voice, turned his head to see his state, and took the initiative to lean over and put his hand on his chest, patting it gently, trying to calm him down a little.

I forgot even the things I was afraid of.

Every time Joao was about to get sick, it was like this, and Christman had become accustomed to it.

"Joao, I'm listening, calm down.

"Okay. Joao gasped a few times, his eyes were full of light, and he looked at Christman and said, "This is the first cookie you handed me at that time, and I took a bite and put it away."

"It's just that it was still young at the time, and I didn't know how to preserve it, and it was already broken.

Speaking of which, he was still a little sad, and some complained about his ignorant self when he was a child.

On the surface, Joao seemed to be restrained, but his heart could not sink, and he did not ask Christman one by one, and began to pull her to tell the origin of each object.

"This is the first set of clothes I put on for you myself, and after it didn't fit, I brought it here, don't you look familiar?

"This is the first time you have given me flowers, and I am already sensible at this time, I have dried it, and then I have preserved it forever, just as you have saved the heart you gave me at that time. "

The flower in the glass vase still retains its bright color, but its petals are no longer visible to the naked eye.

"This!

and this!" "Baby, this is a picture of the first time you kissed my face!" There

was only one side of Joao's face in this photo, and there was no trace of the side face, after all, Christman was still young at the time, and Joao was not allowed to wear lipstick.

If he didn't say it himself, no one would know what the meaning of this photo was.

Even Chrissman didn't know.