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In the center of the capital of Belgium, there is such a luxurious and rich area.
It can be called the most prosperous area in the country, but it is surrounded by a circle.
Outside the fence, there is a lot of traffic, but inside the fence, the years are quiet.
Under the contrast between the two, I didn't feel the artistic conception at all. The only thing I could feel was the strong smell of money.
In one of the villas, in the bedroom, there was a man lying on a silk bed sheet. The bed sheet was dark green, which reflected the whiteness of the man's back in the air. His skin seemed to be whiter than white people, but It was black hair, and the thin waistline gradually sank into the quilt that was casually draped around the waist.
The man turned over, but such a dangerous movement did not let the quilt slip off, and he dutifully protected the key parts of the man.
Suddenly, an alarm clock rang beside the pillow, and the black-haired man lifted his head from the quilt beside him, revealing his face in the sunlight.
The black hair looked a little messy, but because of his handsome facial features, it seemed to have a special shape.
The man slowly opened his eyes. They were a pair of dark green eyes, the same color, more transparent than the silk sheets under him, like two special gems, precious and rare.
He was Shelley Esmond, and there was nothing special about the name, except his surname.
Esmond is a well-known surname in Belgium.
Behind this surname, it represents the king of the underground forged by blood and darkness. It is the kind of family that tells any child that the child will be scared to cry.
So Shelley doesn't like this surname, and usually replaces it with other surnames, changing one according to his mood every time.
He was in a mood the day before yesterday, changed his name, and is now Shelley White.
Shelley White randomly messed up her already messy black hair with her left hand, while with her right hand she took a look at the cell phone next to her pillow.
Jennifer Leslie: [Dear Shelley, today, near the Hazelnut Cafe on Yang Street in the city center, a senior I know at the Academy of Fine Arts opened an art exhibition, do you want to come and join us? ¡¿
Shelley sat leaning against the head of the bed, the silk quilt was still draped around her waist, and her slender legs were crossed together.
He stretched out his fingers, just as he was thinking of going back to "No", suddenly, there was a furry feeling at his feet, which attracted his attention.
Shelley raised his eyes and saw a pure white Persian cat acting coquettishly against his leg. He stared at the cat for a while, and suddenly showed a smile almost like a monster.
"Cat, it turns out that when I was sleeping just now, there was a little thing jostling around, and it turned out to be you, a bad guy."
Shelley hasn't responded to Jennifer's message yet, but he dropped the phone in his hand indifferently.
Standing up, he casually brought a silk nightgown beside him, covering his body in time. He tied a knot around his waist with his slender hands, and then walked to the pet room next to the bedroom. It was only when the fence used to keep the cat was pushed open by the unknown cat that the white Persian cat ran out and harassed him while he was sleeping.
When Shelley entered the pet activity room, seven or eight cats of different colors looked at the direction of the sound at the same time.
"Good morning to you."
Shelley greeted him softly and raked his hair casually. Shelley stood next to the cabinet and took out a complete bag of cat food.
Hearing the sound of the cat food bag, several cats stood up, stretched their waists, then walked to Shelley's feet, raised their front paws, leaned against Shelley's lap, and said softly. coquettishly.
"Meow~~~"
"Meow"
"Meow meow meow"
Shelley loved keeping cats, that's all. He didn't have any favorite cats, and he didn't even name them.
No matter what breed, how old they are, whether they are male or female, he will always call them "cats".
Shelley poured out a whole bag of cat food from the bag, and heard the sound of the particles of cat food hitting the bottom of the bowl, several cats came running over one after another.
After a cursory look, although the activity room is large, there are already more than a dozen cats here.
But the cat food that Shelley poured out was much more than the appetites of these dozen cats.
He took a bell from the cabinet next to it, walked out the door and shook it gently in the corridor.
A lot of cats came out of the small hidden doors around the pet activity room,He leaned over to his own bowl for breakfast.
It turns out that the pet activity room is not a closed space, but a lounge for cats. After a special design by the designer, the small door on the wall can lead to any place in the villa.
Except for the bedroom.
Shelley didn't sleep well, and the cat was very energetic at night.
Although he likes these soft cats, when he is woken up, he can't say whether he likes them or not, only disgust and irritability remain.
The cats were eating, and Shelley sat directly on a single sofa in the corner of the activity room, next to a book, and there were even traces of cats biting on the pages of the book.
However, Shelley didn't care very much. While looking at the book in his hand, he listened to the sound of cats chewing cat food around him.
The first thing I ate was now finished, so I jumped onto Shelley's lap with my tail up, and found a comfortable position to roll up.
Shelley reached out to touch the first one to come up.
Until the third one came up, Shelley had already pushed it and pushed it down.
So, in the bright sunlight at noon, the noble and monstrous man was wearing a loose silk nightgown, sitting on a velvet single chair, with two cats resting on his lap.
Such a picture seems to only appear in dreams, like some kind of cat demon or elf.
In less than ten minutes, such a peaceful atmosphere was broken by the message reminder.
Shelley stood up. Although the cat lying on his lap was half asleep, the moment it fell, it turned around and landed safely.
Shelley walked to the bed and picked up the phone on the bed.
Jennifer Leslie: [Dear Shelley, today, near the Hazelnut Cafe on Yang Street in the city center, a senior I know at the Academy of Fine Arts opened an art exhibition, do you want to come and join us? ¡¿
Following this message, there is a new message.
Jennifer Leslie: [How? ¡¿
Shelley, who didn't really want to go because he got up, felt a lot better after feeding the cat, and he typed two words.
Shelley White: [Yes. Give me time and place. ¡¿
After replying, Shelley saw the screenshot of the invitation sent.
The name of the exhibition is "Words", and the name of the artist is He Yi'an.
What a third-rate artist, I have never heard of this name.
Shelley snorted lightly, and didn't take this name to heart at all.
[The author has something to say]
Shelley: Hehe, what a third-rate artist.
He Yi'an: Huh?
Shelley: Ahem, I seem to have lost my memory just now. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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