"Ximan!" Annie squatted on the ground and patted Ximan, pointing at Fang Han.

Fang Han squatted down and stroked Ximan, and smiled and said, "What a good dog!"

"Shiman?" Anne looked at the Ladorado in surprise.

Ximan showed a look of enjoyment under Fang Han's caress, without any scruples. Annie glared at Fang Han: "What did you do to it?"

Fang Han shook his head and laughed: "What do you think?"

"Okay, come into the house!" Annie snorted, got up on the golf tram, Fang Han sat next to her, and a faint fragrance drifted into her nose.

Fang Han raised his eyebrows. As expected, mixed-race children have advantages. Most Europeans and Americans have body odors and need perfume to cover them. Annie Cole also has it, but it has a faint fragrance and a strange fragrance. God is really good to her!

The golf tram started, Shiman jumped to the back seat and looked forward majestic.

The car passed the bridge over the river and finally arrived in front of the villa. Annie got out of the car and walked in, saying as she walked, "You can pick one on the second floor."

Fang Han said: "I need two rooms."

"Two rooms?" Annie turned her head to look at him.

"A training room." Fang Han said: "I need absolute quietness every day."

"That's it..." Annie thought for a moment, pointing to the villa to the east: "If you need absolute silence, then go to the room there, no one lives there."

Fang Han shook his head: "I want to live with you."

Anne's eyes widened again.

Fang Han said: "Live next door to facilitate emergency situations."

Anne snorted, "Okay."

He is invited to come here to protect his safety. Kharifts is a mad dog. He can do anything crazy and dare not say that he will not break in.

The two of them said as they walked, and Ximan followed her head without saying a word. When they were about to arrive at the villa, they entered the exquisite kennel next to them.

The villa is magnificent and luxurious.

Fang Han shook his head secretly and asked calmly: "How many people live here?"

"Four servants, two gardeners, two chefs, and one housekeeper." Anne said.

She entered the house and patted her hands. A middle-aged woman suddenly appeared. She was slim and had a beautiful face. She must have been a beauty when she was young.

She looked solemn and solemn, and quietly came to Anne: "Miss."

"Cecelia, come all of them," Anne said.

"Yes." Cecilia nodded, picked up the walkie-phone on her waist and whispered a few words.

After she finished speaking, she stood aside without speaking, like a robot.

Annie said: "Cecelia, this is Fang, Fang Han, my boyfriend."

"Hello, Mr. Fang." Cecilia said to Fang Han: "I will do my best to satisfy you if you need anything."

Fang Han smiled and said, "Thank you, Cecilia."

Annie said: "Cecilia, Fang is a Chinese and likes Chinese food."

"I will find a chef who is proficient in Chinese food." Cecilia said.

Fang Han raised his eyebrows and did not object. For him, meals were very important. Eating steak all day long is also a torture. It is best to have a chef to cook.

He coughed lightly and said, "The chef is better off proficient in medicinal food."

"Medicinal food..., understand." Cecilia took out a small book the size of a palm and took out a pen to record it.

Anne said in confusion: "Medicinal food?"

Fang Han said: "Medicinal food is the essence of Chinese diet, but unfortunately fewer and fewer people are proficient in it. There are very few in China, but many in the United States."

Some ancient inheritances have been cut off in China, and most of them have been cut off by the ten-year catastrophe in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, and have been passed down abroad.

The three of them talked, and a few people came one after another. Most of them were older, but there were no young men or girls. Obviously, Anne trusted the older people more and was worried about the young people.

Annie introduced them to Fang Han, then waved her hand and everyone dispersed.

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Fang Han picked up two rooms next to Annie, which were wide and bright. The wall on the south was made of floor-to-ceiling glass, and all the light came in.

The room was full of things, bedding and clothes, plus the pajamas and pajamas he bought, so he didn't have to go back to get his own, so he could just live there.

"What else is needed?" Annie asked Fang Han proudly.

Fang Han looked at it, shook his head and smiled, "It would be better if there were a few more books. I like reading."

"Book?" Annie waved: "Follow me!"

She turned and pushed open the door of her bedroom. The south wall was floor-to-ceiling glass, the north wall was embedded wardrobe, two landscape paintings were hung on the east wall, and the west wall was a bookcase from top to bottom, with dense books placed.

Fang Han looked at Annie in surprise.

Annie said proudly: "I love reading too!...You can choose whatever you want to see if there is any one."

Fang Han smiled and said, "I really didn't expect it!"

Anne snorted: "Do you think it's so easy to get stuck in Hollywood? If you don't study for a day, you will fall behind and be surpassed by others!"

Fang Han shook his head and sighed. He didn't expect Annie Cole to be so fond of studying. As expected, he had no luck in becoming famous, and he had great efforts behind it.

He was suddenly stunned and his eyes fell on the two oil paintings: "Monet's?"

"Do you like Monet's paintings too?" Anne smiled.

In her eyes, Fang Han is a master of kung fu. He must have been practicing qigong all day long, without time to learn art, and has developed limbs and simple minds.

After getting along for half a day, I found that he underestimated him. He was a very smart person, and he was definitely not as simple as he imagined.

But no matter how smart he is, he cannot be destined to be with art, and he is completely different.

Fang Han looked at Monet's painting, which was the original work. He saw Monet's paintings when he was learning painting with Shen Xiaoxin, which was very beautiful and enjoyable.

Annie looked at his expression and couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you really know how to draw?"

Fang Han withdrew his gaze and smiled: "I am also a painter."

"Painter?" Annie smiled pursed her lips and shook her head: "I really didn't expect it!"

She kept her pure jade face tightening, and her smile suddenly bloomed like flowers, dazzling.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Don't believe it?"

"Then are you famous?" Anne asked.

Fang Han pondered for a moment and shook his head: "It's not considered famous."

"Then you dare to call yourself a painter?" Annie snorted: "Will everyone in the world who paints can call yourself a painter!"

Fang Han looked at her with a smile: "You have never seen the paintings I drew, how could I know I didn't draw well?"

"How good is it?" Anne said: "Is anyone buying it?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "It seems like he is going to make another bet!"

"What bet?" Annie was excited and wanted to find it back. Although she didn't care about this million, she felt very unhappy when she lost.

Fang Han said: "I drew a painting and hung it in the gallery. If I can't sell it within a month, I will lose one million!"

Anne nodded immediately: "Okay, I'm going to lose, I'll lose another million to you!... But you are not allowed to mess around, secretly find someone to buy it!"

Fang Han said: "I will give it to you after I finish drawing. If you don't sign it, you choose a gallery, don't let me know!... Is it fair?"

"It's fair." Anne nodded: "I'm just waiting for your painting!"

Fang Han said: "Prepare the tools, I'll draw them now!"

Annie tilted her head to look at him: "What do you want to draw?"

"How about you?" Fang Han smiled and said, "You are a model."

"I-?" Annie thought for a while: "Yes!"

She wanted to see his paintings with her own eyes. Could it be that he wanted to give her the one million and not want to be greedy for her own advantage? It seems that this person's quality is pretty good.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a little. She pressed the button at the head of the bed, and Cecilia quickly knocked on the door and came to the two of them.

"Cecilia, prepare a set of oil painting tools and wants to draw." Anne said.

Cecilia nodded and retreated.

Annie turned her head and pointed to the bookcase: "You can choose whatever you want, but remember to give it back to me, you can't damage it. These books are all carefully selected by me!"

Fang Han nodded: "I understand!"

He came to the bookshelf and browsed them one by one. The books here were placed like libraries and classified according to the catalogue.

The most common here are novels, some economic aspects, culture, and film and television theory.

Fang Han saw several novels he wrote in it and couldn't help but smile: "What you read the most is novel, right?"

"Yes." Anne nodded: "The novel is the most interesting, and read the rest occasionally!"
To be continued...