Anne Cole previously felt that even if he lost, he would be worth it to buy this painting for a million yuan and get this supreme enjoyment.

But unexpectedly, the hateful Fang Han saw through his thoughts and dared to mark two million. In addition, the one million he lost would cost three million. This is a robbery!

Fang Han looked at her gloomy face and felt that the anger she had suffered had dissipated before. He found the place back. He felt relieved in his heart and laughed: "Am I really guessed it right?"

Anne stared at him tightly: "Tell me, how much does it cost?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I also want to see if two million can be sold."

"You're really crazy!" Annie snorted, "One million!"

Fang Han shook his head.

"Don't go too far!" Anne gritted her teeth and stared at him, "One million plus the bet, two million is almost done!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "If you want it so much, I'll give it to you!...I'll draw another one, and the price is 2 million!"

"Really give it to me?" Annie was stunned.

Fang Han smiled and said, "If you like it so much, I'll give it to you!"

Anne was a little unbelievable. This painting was so good. She believed that she was moved by this and would have it. She could really sell it.

"I'll draw another picture and eat." Fang Han took a few bites of snacks, drank a cup of tea, clapped his hands and picked up the brush, and began to mix oil paint.

Annie hurriedly asked, "Aren't you tired?"

Fang Han shook his head: "It's okay."

Annie stared at him for a while, shook her head and said, "You are so awesome!"

As far as she knows, it takes months for those well-known painters to draw one painting, and even can only draw one painting a year or one painting a day. That's crazy. After all, drawing one painting is like a battle, which consumes a lot of energy and energy. I have never seen three paintings in one breath.

Fang Han smiled and said, "This is my style. If you don't draw, you'll have to do it. Just draw a few more pictures. Where do you think you can draw?"

"How about painting Beverly Hills?" Anna asked with her head tilted.

This is a deliberate idea. Although they walked around, each store in Beverly Hills is a unique building with a unique style. It is impossible to remember it completely.

Fang Han thought for a while: "Well, a good idea, just draw Beverly Hills!"

"Do you want to go out and draw?" Anne asked.

Like sketching, I went outside and looked at the paintings. I couldn’t sit at home. I couldn’t see Beverly Hills when I sat in front of the window of the house.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Let's just go here and start preparing the meal. I'll have a meal in two hours. I have a lot of appetite. Ask Joanna."

"Okay, I'll order some dishes at the Chinese restaurant." Annie said: "The chef can find it tomorrow, so let's make do with two meals today."

"Let the chefs in the restaurant make authentic Chinese flavor." Fang Han said.

"No problem." Annie agreed to go out and moved the painting just now, for fear that he would go back on his word, which made Fang Han shake his head.

Anne blushed and moved the painting downstairs. Cecilia came up and looked at her in surprise.

Annie said: "This painting is also framed, be careful not to break it!"

Cecilia nodded, took the painting and took a look, and was stunned: "Good or bad!"

"You think it's good, too?" Anne smiled.

Cecilia stared at the painting, nodded and sighed, "Miss, I never thought the scenery around me was so beautiful!"

She stared at the painting, her eyes slowly wet, and her heart was filled with emotion and gratitude. Living was really a wonderful thing!

Anne smiled and said, "Okay, I'll hang it in the bedroom. If you want to see it, come and see it."

"Is this a painting for you, Miss?" Cecilia asked.

Anne nodded proudly.

"I didn't expect Mr. Fang to be so powerful!" Cecilia shook her head and said, "Miss, I'm out of sight."

Annie wanted to say that I was misunderstood, but she stopped. She waved her hand, Cecilia called the two of them over and moved out carefully.

Anne stretched and threw herself into the sofa, proudly saying that this painting must have been completed by God with his hand. Every time she saw it, she was full of emotion and finally got it by herself. She was so lucky!

Annie was lying on the bed and was very happy for a while. Suddenly she turned over and picked up her phone and dialed: "Hey, Joan, me!... Well, okay, we get along well, don't worry!... Of course I have something to do. He said that he has a lot of appetite, how big is it, and how many dishes can he eat in Chinese?... Ha! Really?...Okay, okay, I want to see if he can finish it!"

She threw her cell phone away, tilted her head and thought about it, then called Cecilia in, and told her to order food at a Chinese restaurant, asking for eighteen dishes, and personally told the chef that she would ask for authentic Chinese food, because the food was eaten by Chinese, and it would be delivered in two hours.

Cecilia nodded and went out.

After reading the book for a while, she was a little upset and wanted to go to the studio to see where Fang Han's paintings were, but she didn't want to disturb him, but she couldn't read the book.

She got up and left the house, picked up a red plastic disc and a red plastic ball, and came outside to greet Ximan.

A snow-white Labrador retriever emerged from an exquisite little house to the west of the house. It rushed to Anne happily, shook its head and tail.

"Let's go and have fun!" Annie ran out, and Shiman followed closely behind and ran happily.

Anne ran, threw the disc out, flew high into the sky, floating around, Ximan accelerated and rushed out, jumping up and caught it as the disc was falling.

It ran to Anne excitedly, put down the disc, and looked at her with a shaking head and tail.

Anne patted his head, scratched his neck, and praised, "Good boy!"

Anne threw the ball out again, and Shiman immediately accelerated and chased the ball, and finally found the ball and handed it to Anne in her arms.

Anne took the red ball, then threw out the disc, and Shiman ran to catch it again, and sent it back, Anne stroked it and praised it.

After playing for a while, she sat down, and Shiman lay down beside her, putting her head on her sexy thighs, gentle and quiet, completely different from the joy she had just now.

Anne likes Himan because of her similar character and temperament. She touches Himan's head and starts to sound music.

Time passed quickly, and when she saw a row of eighteen people walking into the villa under Cecilia's leadership, she realized that it had been two hours.

The sun in the sky reached the middle, and the bright and warmth made her sleepy.

She patted Ximan on the head: "Ximan, let's go back!"

As each person and a dog walked back, Ximan ran back to his exquisite doghouse, which contained toys and a safe environment, which he liked very much.

Anne poured some dog food into a bowl and returned to the living room. Eighteen dishes were covered with a shiny round lid, and the smell was not emitted.

Cecilia tipped them one by one and waved her hand to let them go.

"Miss, do you want to have a meal?"

"I'll go and have a look." Annie went upstairs and pushed open the door of the studio. Fang Han had just put down his pen and stretched his waist. He made a series of dense and crisp sounds, and the sound of bamboo joints bursting on the fire all over his body.

"Are you finished drawing?" Annie came to the drawing board and immediately shut up.

She quietly admired for a while, looked up at Fang Han, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Fang Han smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"Is Beverly so beautiful?" Anne sighed.

Beverly in the painting is very real, but not real. Looking at this picture, it feels like entering a beautiful dream, which makes people fascinate and yearn for.

Fang Han said: "There is beauty everywhere in life. The key is that we lack the eyes to discover beauty. People are rushing to make a living or fame and fortune, constantly worrying and ignoring the beauty of life. In fact, living is the best thing!"

"Yes, living is the best thing!" Annie nodded slightly and looked at the painting again: "Fang, you know life better!"

Fang Han pointed to his eyes: "I just have eyes that discover beauty."

Anne glanced at him: "The price is two million?"

Fang Han nodded: "Let's see if you can sell it."

Annie didn't refute, feeling that she was afraid of losing again this time. The painting was worth 2 million. Even if no one bought it in the end, she would take action. The three paintings were still earned by herself!

"I'll let's go and frame it, let's have a meal, eighteen dishes!" Anne said.

Annie went downstairs first, Fang Han took a shower. After all, she had been staying in the studio, with a strong smell of turpentine oil on her body and a lotion of oil on her hands.

Annie was already sitting at the table waiting. When Fang Han went downstairs, Cecilia took off the shiny round pot lid one by one, and the fragrance suddenly filled with fragrance.

Fang Han sat at the table, looked at it, and exclaimed: "Good skills!... Come on, start!"

He picked up the chopsticks and was about to start eating. Annie didn't move, closed her eyes, muttered silently, prayed seriously before picking up the chopsticks.

Fang Han smiled and said, "You can take chopsticks?"

"What's the difficulty?" Annie said lightly, using chopsticks very skillfully, which attracted Fang Han's surprise gaze.

Anne said: "I have practiced because of filming."

Fang Han suddenly realized that being an actor really requires versatility, and every character has his own special talents, and it takes hard work to act realistically.

Anne saw that he was moving calmly and quickly. The dishes on the plate went down little by little, and finally the plates were cleared one by one, leaving only two dishes that were not too moved, which was not very suitable for his taste.

This chef has a superb cooking skills, but it is difficult to adjust everyone. Fang Han is used to eating northern dishes and is not used to southern dishes. If there are so many dishes, he will naturally eat something else first.

Anne looked at Fang Han’s stomach strangely, shook her head, and piled up these vegetables together, so his stomach could not tolerate it!

"You've eaten too little." Fang Han put down his chopsticks and shook his head.

Annie wiped the corners of her mouth: "I want to manage my figure."

Fang Han shook his head: "Eating too little is not good for health. You don't feel that you are young now. You will have various chronic diseases when you are old. You should eat more and exercise more."

"Eating too much will make it useless no matter how much exercise you are." Annie frowned.

She was helpless, born with this physique, and when she thought of this, she looked at Fang Han enviously. He ate so much but was still so thin. She was so envious.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I have a way to make you eat more without getting fat."

"What's the solution?" Anne was half-believing.

"Acupuncture." Fang Handao.

Annie frowned and shook her head: "Acupuncture is not so magical!"
Chapter completed!