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He Yi'an obviously made a mistake the first time, so he quickly changed his words, but Shelley had sharp ears and heard half of what he said.
His dark green eyes cast a sidelong glance at him, unwilling to argue with him.
"Okay, I'm going to take care of you for no reason. I'm going to ride a horse now."
Shelley snorted coldly, turned and walked towards the racecourse.
After he turned around, he heard He Yi'an behind him, and shouted loudly, "Thank you today."
Hearing that clear voice, Shelley subconsciously smiled on her exquisite face.
After he reacted, he quickly restrained his smile, touched his nose, and left the locker room.
He Yi'an hugged his riding clothes, found a changing room next to him, and went to change
Enjoying the process of horse racing, time passed quickly, and when He Yian stopped, Jennifer had already been sitting on the sidelines waiting for him for a long time.
"It's time to go back, now go back to the room and pack your things, see you downstairs in the hotel in an hour."
Jennifer asked him.
After He Yi'an changed his clothes, he rushed back to the hotel, packed his things, and when he pushed the suitcase through the corridor, he glanced at the room over there, finally put down the suitcase, and walked to the door of the room over there.
His fingers curled slightly, and just as he knocked on the door, the half-closed door opened automatically.
He Yi'an was taken aback when he saw the empty room, and then realized that Shelley had already left before he came back.
A slightly sour feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if he thought the two were friends, but in Shelley's heart, the two were still strangers.
He Yi'an lowered his eyes, dragged his luggage, and left the hotel suite
After returning from the racetrack, the days passed like a white horse.
The people He Yi'an met at the racetrack really helped him a lot in the art exhibition, and more and more people came to his art exhibition. They were so busy all day long that they couldn't stop.
On this day, He Yi'an managed to see off the last guest, and was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and stop to rest for a while.
After closing the front door, I was the only one left in the huge exhibition hall.
He Yi'an opened a bottle of champagne, and went through the entire art exhibition again.
Half a month ago, he also walked like this, but at that time, he didn't know what the result of his art exhibition would be, and the future was vague and mysterious.
Now that the art exhibition held in the capital of Belgium has been successfully completed, He Yi'an's heart has also settled down.
The champagne exploded in the mouth with bubbles, and that strange feeling seemed to be a dancer dancing on the tip of the tongue.
He Yi'an looked at his own paintings on the wall, and when he narrowed his eyes slightly enjoying himself, suddenly, there was a soft knocking sound from outside the door.
He looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a man with black hair and green eyes in a suit against the background of the moonlight outside the door, looking at him with a smile.
He Yi'an walked over unexpectedly, opened the door, and asked with some doubts, "Mr. Shelley? Why are you here?"
"Why, don't you welcome me?"
Shelley walked into the exhibition hall and put the black umbrella beside her.
Looking at the rainwater rolling down on the umbrella, He Yi'an noticed belatedly that, at some point, it had already started raining outside.
The drizzle continued, and the whole street was washed by the rain.
"Didn't you come here by car?"
Seeing the water drops on the black umbrella, He Yi'an asked without words.
"No, after all, the parking lot is still a certain distance from your place, so I can't come here in the rain."
Shelley replied.
From his words, He Yi'an heard that this time Shelley came over after parking in the parking lot far away.
A smile flashed in his eyes.
"Why did you think about coming here today?"
"Didn't I hear that your art exhibition will be gone after tonight?"
Shelley took off the windbreaker casually, shaking off the water droplets on the windbreaker unintentionally, he put the windbreaker on the back of the sofa beside him, and then walked to the wine glass casually, picked up the champagne beside him and poured himself a glass .
The bubbles in the champagne rose along the side of the glass, and he took a sip gracefully.
"Why, aren't you welcome?"
"Of course you are welcome."
He Yi'an quickly replied.
Holding a glass of champagne in his hand, Shelley walked along the road that He Yi'an walked just now, and walked again.
Of course, he didn't know how He Yi'an left just now, so only He Yi'an noticed this matter.
"Do you need me to explain it to you?"
As a painter, He Yi'an stayed here not only to quote prices for each painting, but also to explain his paintings to potential buyers.
Shelley shook her head slightly.
"No, if I don't understand your paintings, you won't be able to impress me even if you speak out. If I understand, you can impress me even if you don't say a word."
He Yi'an nodded. Although he didn't have much contact with Shelley, he was used to this person's independent personality.
Suddenly, He Yi'an remembered something.
?He went back to the front desk, took some things, and when he was about to go out, he asked, "Mr. Shelley, can you lend me your umbrella?"
Shelley didn't answer, He Yi'an just took it as his acquiescence.
He opened the umbrella, opened the door and rushed into the drizzle.
Shelley couldn't help but look outside, seeing He Yi'an handing a stack of banknotes to a beggar at the door, she couldn't help shaking her head.
Sure enough, this is something He Yi'an can do.
Why is he not surprised at all?
Just thinking about it, He Yi'an rushed back with an umbrella, while the beggar outside the door packed up his things and stood up, walking to a distance.
"What did you do? You gave him so much money?"
Shelley seemed to know the answer vaguely in his heart, but he still couldn't hold back and asked.
"During the few days when I held an art exhibition here, every day he played the organ outside. The music was beautiful and attracted many guests. I gave him the banknotes and wanted him to find a hotel to stay. Enjoying a warm hot bath is also the reward for so many days of organ."
He Yi'an answered while putting away the black umbrella.
As expected, his answer received Shelley's blank stare.
Shelley poured cold water on him silently.
"You gave him so much money, I guess he would not stay in a hotel, but instead buy some unique products, so that he can enjoy himself."
"Having hands and feet, and even knowing a musical instrument, but begging in the street, there is a 99% possibility that he has an addiction."
He Yi'an didn't mind his cold water at all, just looked at him with a smile.
Shelley snorted softly and turned around. (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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