The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex - Chapter 801
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He Xiyan sat in front of the easel, picked up his paintbrush, and carefully observed the man in front of him. The brush in his hand moved gently, depicting it in depth and lightness, and within a short time, outlined the outline.
“Jia Hang, don’t laugh anymore.” He Xiyan reminded when it was the expression. This guy laughs every time he takes pictures and draws.
Chen Jiahang obediently no longer revealed his signature smile, but instead sat on the stool with a serious face.
“Yan Yan, you have to paint me handsome.”
He Xiyan: …
He Xiyan continued the paintings in her hands, especially when painting her face. She was very careful and serious, and each stroke was just right.
It usually takes only 20 minutes to complete a sketch, and she drew forty minutes this time.
After drawing, she set down her pen and looked at the picture she drew.
Jia Hang leaned on a wooden chair with a book in his hand. He seemed to be reading the book very seriously, and his eyebrows were in that concentrated manner, and then looking at his face, he was very handsome, with three-dimensional features like carvings.
In fact, Jia Hang has a pair of very deep eyes, and that deepness always has an unpredictable calmness when you take it seriously.
He Xiyan has painted more than a dozen paintings for Jia Hang. I don’t know why, she always feels that Jia Hang in her paintings is not the same as Jia Hang in reality.
This picture is the same.
Chen Jiahang watched He Xiyan’s painting, and walked happily, looking at the handsome himself in the painting, he smiled with satisfaction. In lip language:
“Yan Yan, you paint so well!”
He Xiyan smiled slightly, she just put away the painting. Then put away the easel. In fact, she was not satisfied with her painting because it was not very similar.
At this point, not far from a fork in the road, Mo Yixuan parked the car in a lawn, and a short, black man followed him. The man’s name is Wang Zhi, who is 38 years old. He can be described as ugly, especially the scar on his face, which looks ugly and scary.
Such two men stood together, forming a stark contrast, a tall and handsome man, and a dwarf clown. The picture is a bit funny.
It was already past nine o’clock in the evening, the moon was dark and the wind was high. The countryside without street lights looked dark. Only a few families were still on, but the lights were very dim.
Mo Yixuan was standing on the lawn. The dew wet his short forehead. She frowned and looked at the dimly visible light with a hesitant look.
He followed the navigation to this village an hour ago, because at night, he could not see the original appearance of the village, but could only find a house with a light to ask for directions.
He felt that it was incredible how his face would come to such a backward place, without a straight road, would Chen Yan not be a face at all, but just like him.
The original expectations became doubts. The huge drop made Mo Yixuan look lost for a moment. He took out the cigarette in his pocket, handed one to Wang Zhi, and smoked one himself.
“Which is it?” Mo Yixuan asked Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi pointed at a light 500 meters away, the house at the foot of the mountain, but the sky was too dark to see the original appearance of the house.
“That house, that house is Chen Jiahang.” Wang Zhi said with certainty.
He has lived in this village for more than thirty years, knowing who is where with closed eyes.