Of course, Annie would not be casual. Posing has become her instinct, posing in a lazy and unique position, showing her cool and lonely temperament.

Fang Han glanced a few times. She was completely different from her usual ones. She was a completely different person. She was worthy of being an actor and had many changes.

Annie sat there quietly, staring at Fang Han.

Fang Han sat in front of the drawing board and started painting.

Half an hour later, Fang Han nodded and said, "It's OK."

Anne asked, “Can I get up?”

Fang Han nodded: "Well, you can move freely and no longer have to pose."

Annie got up and came to him. The faint fragrance floated. She looked at Fang Han's rapid movement and frowned. Don't just make a POSE for nothing, but in the end she turned into a laughing stock.

Fang Han used his hand very quickly, as if he didn't think about it, and started writing directly, or applied a little pink or some white, without hesitation.

Annie has seen others' paintings and has seen many people. Every stroke of them has to be thought about before it can be put on paper. She has never been like Fang Han!

"Can you do it?" Annie said angrily: "Don't make me ugly!"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head, moving constantly.

Annie looked at it for a while and felt it smelled too much, so she asked Fang Han: "Coffee or tea?"

"Tea." Fang Han kept writing and answering casually: "It's better to be Longjing in front of the rain!"

"...No problem!" Anne snorted.

She got up and went downstairs, and asked Cecilia to buy Longjing tea. Beverly Hills has the world's largest department store, and she can buy the most authentic Longjing in the Rain Forbidden City.

Cecilia hesitated for a moment, wanted to speak, and finally swallowed it, nodded and agreed.

After a while, Longjing tea was delivered, and a middle-aged female tea master was accompanied by a quiet and gentle temperament. She brewed tea like art and was graceful and charming. After brewing a pot of tea, she left.

Cecilia returned after sending the tea master away, and finally couldn't help it: "Miss, this Mr. Fang..."

"What's the problem?" Annie was picking up a wooden plate with purple clay teapots, teacups and teacups on it. It was full of ancient interests and a hint of luxury. You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary product.

Cecilia said: "Miss, is this Mr. Fang really a boyfriend?"

"What do you think?" Annie asked with a smile.

Cecilia hesitated: "I think the lady should be cautious and find a Chinese man..."

She said, shook her head: "What will movie fans think?"

There are many Chinese people in the United States, but they cannot enter mainstream society. They are marginal figures and have a very low status. Although the American people are clamoring to eliminate racial discrimination, there are actually discrimination that cannot be eliminated deep in their hearts.

Anne said: "Cecelia, you have been by my side for ten years. You know my character!"

"Miss, I'm too much!" Cecilia said hurriedly.

Anne said: "I know you care about me, but don't interfere with my choice."

"Yes," Cecilia nodded quickly: "Miss, I'm going to do things."

Anne nodded: "Go."

She turned around and held the wooden pan and left. Cecilia looked at her back and shook her head secretly.

Anne took her boyfriend back to the villa for the first time. She paid great attention to personal privacy. This is her most secret place. It is her unique secret place and cannot be seen by others. Only a few people can come in, but she never comes over. She has no boyfriend and is not qualified to come in.

Anne is a superstar, but her love life is not going well and she ends in failure several times. The pressure from the outside world is too great, and the relationship is too fragile and cannot withstand the destruction at all.

This time she suddenly brought a boyfriend, but the relationship between them was not like that of boyfriend and girlfriend. Cecilia had lived for half her life, so she still had this vision.

She was confused, but Annie said she was her boyfriend and girlfriend, and she could only treat him as Annie's boyfriend.

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Annie put down the wooden plate and brewed a cup of tea. Fang Han put down the brush, clapped his hands and picked up the teacup, and sniffed it lightly: "It smells so good! The best Longjing!"

He raised his head and drank it all, letting a long sigh. Anne thought he was burned, but saw him with a happy expression: "Good tea!"

Fang Han put down the teacup and exclaimed: "I didn't expect there would be tea ceremony masters here."

"It was the tea master I invited from the tea shop." Annie said.

Fang Han shook his head and laughed: "You rich people really know how to enjoy it!"

"Isn't it good?" Anne smiled.

Fang Han nodded: "Good tea, thank you!"

Annie said, "Then you can draw it well, don't be ashamed of this pot of tea!"

Fang Han smiled and nodded: "It's almost done."

"No, no hurry." Anne hurriedly said.

Fang Han drank another cup of tea and then started painting. Annie watched from the side, watching him write like the wind, like a bird pecking at the mud, or like a naughty child smearing, his movements were casual and natural, revealing a sense of beauty.

As he turns, time passes.

He put down his pen and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finish!"

Annie looked up at the clock, and it was only two hours from beginning to end!

She looked at the painting and the cold and noble woman in the painting was her, but she felt a little strange and wonderful.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Are you satisfied?"

"Is this me?" Annie asked in confusion.

Fang Han shook his head: "It's you, not you, it's you who is artistic."

"I have this temperament?" Anne asked.

Fang Han smiled and nodded: "I'm a little bit enlarged, but it's undoubtedly more real!"

"No!" Anne suddenly said, "I've given this painting to me!...You draw another one!"

Fang Han was stunned and looked at her in surprise: "Annie, do you want to regret it?"

"Who has repented!" Annie said angrily: "This painting is worth the tea money and my modeling fee just now, you can repaint one yourself!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "You are too naughty!"

Annie picked up the drawing board and walked away with her arms. Fang Han watched her move away.

Anne went downstairs and called Cecilia over to find someone to frame the painting. Be careful that she had just painted it and could not touch anything.

Cecilia nodded and agreed, she would handle everything.

Fortunately, there were several painting boards in the studio, which were Cecilia's careful work, otherwise Fang Han would not be able to continue painting.

Annie returned to the studio and looked at Fang Han with a smile: "What are you going to draw next?"

"You..." Fang Han shook his head.

Annie said, "Work hard, one million, maybe your paintings can really be sold, but they can't be my portrait. This is too cheap!"

Fang Han thought for a while and nodded. This is a good thing. Anne Cole is a global superstar and has fans all over the world. Once he hangs out this painting, it is easy to sell it, but he really takes advantage of it.

"How about it, what do you want to draw?" Anne asked.

Fang Han thought for a while: "Then draw the scenery!...the scenery outside the window!"

"What's there to draw here?" Anne disagreed.

Fang Han smiled and stopped talking, and started writing. Annie quietly went out, knowing that he was drawing fast and couldn't see anything at the beginning.

She came downstairs and asked the kitchen to prepare some snacks. She took a lot of energy to paint. Not only did she move her hands, but her brain was also vigorously exerted, which was very expensive.

She came back later and put the snacks next to him: "Do you want something to eat?"

Fang Han nodded: "Thank you."

His pen was still moving, staring at the drawing board without blinking, and he didn't even look at the snacks.

Anne suddenly felt a little moved when she looked at him attentively. The focused man was the most beautiful. Although he was ordinary in appearance, he emitted a moving light at this time.

After a moment, Fang Han stretched out his left hand and squeezed a mahjong-sized cake into his mouth. Annie handed over another cup of tea and looked at him with a smile.

Fang Han swallowed the snacks and waved his hand and said, "I'll do it myself!"

Annie glared at him angrily and gave the teacup to his hand: "Hold it!"

Fang Han took the teacup and smiled and said, "The dessert is very good, you have a good taste!"

"What's the use of snacks any better!" Annie said coldly: "I want to manage my figure and can't eat too much!"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head. There is nothing perfect in the world.

Anne turned around and left the studio, took a book from the bedroom, went to the hall downstairs, and went to the sofa to read the book.

After Fang Han put down his pen, another two hours passed.

His painting skills are getting more and more sophisticated, and he draws faster and faster. There is no difference between speed and slowness. Anyway, the painting is already imprinted in his mind, and he just needs to draw it out. The mind and hands are united, and there is no obstacle, like a photocopier.

Anne talked about time and went upstairs for about two hours. She saw the paintings in the studio. She went to the window to see the scenery outside.

It is indeed the scenery here, but in his paintings, it is particularly beautiful. After staring at the painting for a while, he has the urge to cry. He is moved by the beauty. He never knew that the scenery in front of him was so beautiful and life is so beautiful.
To be continued...