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He Yi'an had never met such a relentless pursuit, he immediately turned off his phone and didn't want to look at it any more.
However, two hours have passed, and his mind is still in a mess because of this incident.
The elegant He Yi'an finally picked up his cell phone and dialed Jennifer's number.
"Give me Shelley's address, I'll find him if I need something."
Although Jennifer didn't know what he was going to do, she finally sent He Yi'an Shelley's address.
So, after Shelley finished drinking, he came back in the early hours of the morning, only to find that He Yi'an was standing downstairs, covered in frost, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.
He Yi'an walked in front of Shelley in a few steps, and smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
He frowned slightly, and asked, "How much is it that you can return the painting to me?"
Shelley chuckled, the night was as cold as a pool, but his eyes were colder than the night.
"Excuse me, did I tell you that I want to return the painting to you?"
Having said that, Shelley opened the door and was about to go inside.
After seeing Shelley walking straight in, the housekeeper stepped forward and wanted to ask He Yi'an to leave.
However, Shelley in front said lightly, "Go and rest, I still have something to say to him."
The butler withdrew respectfully.
He Yi'an glanced at the direction the butler was leaving, and then glanced at Shelley who had already turned to go upstairs.
He eventually followed in Shelley's footsteps.
After entering the villa, He Yi'an noticed that there were cats with different expressions everywhere in the villa.
Various breeds, various coat colors.
He Yi'an has never seen so many cats in a person's home,
Even in the process of walking, there was a white Persian cat that walked up arrogantly, and then fell down at his feet, gently brushing He Yian's feet with its big gray and white tail, begging to be petted look.
He Yi'an glanced at Shelley in the distance, and he quickly chased after her.
The white Persian cat spun around in place a little aggrieved, then jumped onto the side cabinet, stretched itself, and huddled together.
He Yi'an followed Shelley all the way into the upstairs study room. There were neatly arranged books on the bookshelves in the study room, and in a corner of the study room, hanging on the wall was He Yi'an's favorite work, "Deviant".
He saw the painting, and immediately turned to look at Shelley, who was strangling a cat by its neck to make it leave its seat.
"I want to take back my painting, can you tell me what the conditions are?"
"What condition?"
Shelley sat on the chair, her legs leaning lightly on the table.
"If you insist on taking this painting, I don't insist on it, but this wall is empty, so youshould you pay me a painting."
He Yi'an had a clear face, and he nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, I will find a suitable painting for you."
Seeing that he obviously didn't understand, Shelley looked at He Yi'an with his dark green eyes, "I want you to draw me a picture."
After hearing Shelley's request, He Yi'an suddenly opened his eyes wide.
He was silent for a while, but finally couldn't hold back and asked: "You should know that I hate you a little."
Even for a person with such a good temper like He Yi'an, after Shelley's questioning yesterday, although he didn't have an attack at the time, in fact, He Yi'an felt that this person was a proud and arrogant person from the bottom of his heart.
Shelley smiled indifferently, "No matter what, my conditions are here."
He Yi'an's palm hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, "I promise you."
The smile on Shelley's monstrous face was even wider, "The day you finish painting for me, you can take back your painting."
He casually picked up the cat squatting beside him from the ground, put it on his lap, and stroked it slowly with one hand.
The black cat also has green eyes, which are brighter than Shelley's. However, Shelley's lazy attitude seems to be more like a cat than a black cat.
He Yi'an glanced at the extremely enchanting man, and finally turned around and left without saying anything.
And Shelley sat behind him, looking at the man's Qingjun back with a half-smile, as if he had won some rare victory.
Although Shelley is a very annoying person, He Yi'an has to admit that it is precisely because He Yi'an posted pictures on the Internet.?? news, as time passed, more and more people came.
In the following three days, Shelley was very busy every day. During the day, he was busy with the art exhibition, but at night he was busy with painting for Shelley.
On this day, He Yi'an brought his painting tools to Shelley's villa again.
Walked into the study with ease, there was a beauty couch in the corner, and an easel stood in front of it, He Yi'an sat on the stool next to the easel, just after finishing his painting utensils, Shelley pushed the door open and entered.
He was wearing a black silk nightgown, and saw He Yi'an lying on the beauty couch without even saying hello, with his head propped on one hand.
He Yi'an glanced at the man on the beauty's couch. The black silk nightgown was loosely draped over his shoulders, exposing his straight collarbone, and his eyes were half-drooped, exposing the emerald-like pupils inside, like a cat demon in the middle of the night , full of bewitchment.
Shelley can be regarded as a man with a near-perfect appearance that He Yi'an has seen over the years.
He has learned to paint for so many years, no matter in terms of proportion or atmosphere, there is no one around him who can surpass Shelley.
Getting to know Shelley not only made him understand that there are such good-looking men in this world, but also made him understand that no matter how good-looking a person is, he can't stop his heart from being dark.
He Yi'an calmed down and devoted himself to painting.
Now in his eyes, Shelley is just a model that needs to be used when copying, so that He Yi'an can face him without any emotions.
Shelley supported his head, and soon became bored, so his eyes fell on He Yi'an.
I saw that under the not-so-bright light, He Yian focused on looking at the painting in front of him, and daubed on the canvas with a pen focused and earnestly.
In Shelley's memory, apart from the feasting and depravity, there are blood and gunshots, ruthlessness and ruthlessness. It seems that there has never been such a simple person by his side.
Simple and clean as a brand new blank paper, persistently pursuing those boring things.
This is why Shelley always wants to dye this white paper to see what kind of pattern will appear.
The desire to destroy everything runs in the blood of the Esmond family.
He Yi'an raised his eyes and glanced at the "reference object", but his eyes met the dark green pupils in mid-air. He Yi'an was stunned, and the pen in his hand also stopped (Remember this website 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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