Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> She just wants to study

Chapter 718 Returning to China for a Blind Date

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    As time passed, Shelley sat in the high chair, posing as Shelley instructed.

    Previously, Shelley invited He Yi'an to draw a picture, drawing in one pose for several days, but today is different, changing three poses in an hour.

    Although Shelley didn't know how to draw, he subconsciously felt something was wrong.

    "What's going on today, how fast is your hand?"

    Shelley spoke lazily.

    He Yi'an smiled a little embarrassedly, "No, I just sketched it briefly. After all, your time is quite expensive. For some paintings, I want to draw an outline first, and then draw slowly after you leave."

    Shelley smiled and didn't say anything. When the two hours were up, He Yi'an read his manuscript, smiled shyly, and watched Shelley make a request.

    "Can I take a photo for you, I'm afraid I might miss some details, take a photo, I can refer to it later."

    Shelley nodded slightly.

    He Yi'an took out his phone, found a good angle, and took a photo.

    With the click of the camera shutter, an extra photo appeared in the phone's photo album.

    Just after the two hours were over, He Yi'an put away his paintbrush, not a minute more, not a minute less.

    Watching Shelley stand up and leave the studio, He Yi'an took out his phone and glanced at the photos on the phone. The photos are very clear and he can see all the details. He Yi'an first looked at the light and shadow and some details that need to be noticed when painting.  , but gradually, his eyes fell on Shelley's face.

    The dark green pupils became more transparent and lighter due to the sunlight. He looked out of the window with a clear jaw line and straight nose, a good color.

    He Yi'an looked at it for a while, and finally came to his senses, picked up the paintbrush, dropped it on the canvas, and gradually outlined a vivid outline

    Shelley received He Yi'an's transfer on the computer at eight o'clock in the evening, and it was exactly the same as the amount they had promised before.

    He was sitting in the office, surrounded by all kinds of antiques, glowing warmly under the bright light.

    Shelley looked at the bank transfer shown in the email, and the zero and one above were not bad.

    He suddenly smiled, with an evil smile, and he clicked the mouse lightly.

    At the same time, a refund reminder was displayed on He Yian's side.

    When refunding, the other party can choose whether to fill in the remarks.

    Now, He Yi'an saw what was written in the remarks column.

    [The lunch is delicious and the cost is worth it.  ¡¿

    He Yi'an read the message twice, and finally laughed out in a low voice-

    In the following days, He Yi'an participated in many activities and prepared for the upcoming tour.

    Now that the art exhibition has attracted attention, He Yi'an carefully prepares for the next art exhibition, and when it starts, it will definitely attract more attention than this time.

    He Yian didn't use any of the previous manuscripts of Shelley, they were all abandoned in the corner.

    Although the lives of the two did not intersect in any way, by chance, Shelley would come to his studio.

    He Yi'an only needs to take care of one meal, and Shelley can stay in the studio for an hour to two hours.

    Gradually, there were more and more paintings featuring Shelley in the studio.

    On this day, Shelley came to He Yi'an's studio uninvited again.

    When He Yi'an opened the door for him, he also said, "Otherwise, I'll give you another set of keys directly, so that I don't have to come here to open the door every time you come."

    The weather in Belgium is gradually getting warmer, but Shelley is still wearing a full suit. Fortunately, He Yi'an's studio has turned on the air conditioner for the preservation of paintings, otherwise Shelley would definitely be sweating.

    Shelley went to the kitchen to browse around, and found that He Yi'an was cooking.

    "Today is Chinese food?"

    Shelley rolled up his sleeves, walked directly to the wine cabinet, and picked out a bottle of wine.

    The bottle of wine is only half, and it was just opened by the two of them when Shelley came last time.

    Shelley took the wine bottle and two porcelain cups, walked to the table, first poured a glass of green plum wine, and sipped it slowly while waiting for the dishes.

    He Yi'an was cooking with his back facing him, flames sprang up in the pot, and it looked more lively than any other cuisine.

    Shelley tasted the wine, feeling the sweetness in his mouth, while looking at He Yi'an's back.

    Having been here a few times, He Yi'an's craftsmanship is definitely first-class.

    & nbsp; Shelley, who is not used to Chinese food, is a bit addicted now.

    He Yi'an brought the dishes to the table, and Shelley looked at the table of delicious dishes in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I have never eaten such Chinese food, and there is nothing like it here."

    He Yi'an distributed the chopsticks to him, and said: "The food here is all improved to incorporate foreign tastes, only the hot pot is more authentic, far worse than the Chinese food here in China and the real Chinese food."

    While listening to He Yian's introduction of the eight major cuisines, Shelley kept talking, listening to him while eating.

    Halfway through eating, He Yi'an remembered something, he said: "You don't have to come over for the next two weeks, I'm going back to China."

    Shelley tapped the chopsticks lightly, his posture of holding the chopsticks was a bit awkward, it looked like a child just learning how to hold chopsticks, a little funny.

    The man's dark green eyes looked at He Yi'an, and he asked, "Are you back?"

    "certainly."

    He Yi'an picked up the wine glass with his slender fingers, and took a sip lightly.

    "I've reached my age, and I don't have a girlfriend yet. My family calls me to go on a blind date."

    Shelley lowered his eyes and nodded.

    "I didn't expect you to need a blind date. Also, I haven't heard that you have a girlfriend. I thought you and Jennifer were a couple, but recently Jennifer got together with someone else."

    "Well, it's not a big deal. If I choose a marriage partner, I will definitely send a wedding invitation to Mr. Shelley."

    He Yi'an picked up the chopsticks again, and said jokingly.

    Shelley smiled indifferently, "Let's talk about it at that time, if I have time, I will go naturally."

    After dinner that day, Shelley only stayed for an hour.

    He Yi'an used this hour to carefully finish the portrait of Shelley that he drew to the very end.

    It was a portrait. In the portrait, Shelley looked to the side. His dark green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. It was obviously a very pleasing painting, but for some reason, looking at this painting, he felt  Feeling sad for no reason.

    When Shelley saw this painting, she couldn't help laughing out loud, "You painted me too sadly."

    He Yi'an didn't speak, and he just drew it according to what he saw, but when it was finished, it showed such an effect.

    Shelley's expression didn't show any sadness, and he even didn't care, but his eyes were sad.

    It makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it in their eyes.  (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