Anne bit her petal-like lips.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Are you going to start?"

"You seem to be happy?" Annie glared at him.

Fang Han waved his hand: "I guess I will look for you directly. Be careful these days."

Annie gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "My kick is too light, so this bastard can't get out of the yard!"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head, and picked up a newspaper again.

Annie angrily said, "Can you keep watching?"

Fang Han said: "I have amazing imagination, I admire you!"

At first, he thought that the American tabloids were different from those in China and paid more attention to rigor. Now he realized that the world is as black as crows, but the techniques are different and the essence is the same.

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The night was drooling, and Fang Han drank and chatted with Anne Cole and Joanna. Joanna took the document and read it over and over again, feeling unbelievable.

She looked up at Fang Han from time to time, and finally picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "Your painting is worth my 20 years of hard work!"

Fang Han smiled and pointed at Annie: "My painting is not as good as her for a month."

"How much hardship has Annie suffered!" Joanna said angrily: "It's not what you can imagine. Fang, God is so unfair!"

Fang Han nodded and smiled, "I'm lucky this time!"

No wonder everyone comes to Beverly Hills. It is indeed a shortcut to fame. If his paintings were hung in ordinary galleries, it would never be possible to sell them at once.

People living in Beverly Hills are not short of money. As long as the things are good, someone will definitely buy them.

"Joan, it's not a fantasy that he wants to buy a house in Beverly Hills." Anne smiled.

Joanna glared at Fang Han: "Fang, do you really have this idea?"

Fang Han nodded: "I never lie."

"You can get what you want if you draw a few more pictures!" Joanna shook her head: "Do I know that you can draw several pictures in one night!"

Fang Han shook his head and laughed, pouring another cup for Joanna.

In fact, it takes mood to make paintings. That day, it was my first time moving to Beverly Hills and getting along with Anne, so I was excited about my thinking. It is not easy to make that kind of painting now.

His movement suddenly stopped, frowned and looked behind him without moving.

The two women looked at him strangely and curiously.

Fang Han turned his head and smiled, "We have guests!"

"Who?" Joanna asked.

Fang Han shook his head: "I'll go and have a look."

He got up and left the living room, and the two girls hurriedly followed behind. The lights outside were bright and soft, with green grass, and the woods were filled with mystery.

As soon as the two women came out, they saw Fang Han strode to the east, and the speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, they were blocked by a forest.

"Is it Harifs's guy?" Joanna asked.

Anne's face was pale under the light and shook her head.

Joanna hurriedly patted her on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, there's him!"

Anne bit her lip and nodded slightly. Her fear of Harifs was already in her heart, and she was frightened when she heard his name.

Joanna saw that she was so scared that she hugged her shoulder comfortably and stared at the direction where Fang Han disappeared.

After a while, Fang Han strode back with one person in his hand. Both of them were taller than him, and they were as light as nothing in his hand, without any effort.

"Bang" He threw the two of them to the two girls and clapped his face: "Annie, call the police!"

Anne bit her lip and looked at the two black men who were tightly closed on the ground: "Is it Harifs's?"

Fang Han shook his head: "I guess it won't be reviewed."

Annie nodded and went into the house to pick up her cell phone to call the police. The police came over quickly and took the two away. She recorded another confession for Annie, saying that she would strengthen the inspection.

The police here are hired by residents of Beverly Hills. They are considered to be self-contained and need to be held responsible to the residents. If a certain number of complaints are reported, they will be dismissed.

When the police took the two men away, it was already late at night.

Fang Han advised them to sleep. Anne and Joanna wanted to drink. He shook his head and went upstairs first. He could not drink too much at this time.

Joanna knew that Annie was afraid and couldn't sleep, so the two got drunk and slept directly in the living room. When she came to bed the next morning, Fang Han was already sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

After washing up, Anne and Joanna sat on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper.

"Ha, they finally found their conscience!" Joanna turned her head and smiled, "Tell the truth!"

Annie also saw that the entertainment gossip above reported the auction at Moon Gallery, saying that the buyer Han painting was a big director, and praised the director's generosity.

Anne Cole was pale and drank too much last night and still felt uncomfortable. She shook the newspaper and hummed: "The news has been reported, so they can't tell nonsense."

"A great painter of ten million." Joanna turned her head and smiled at Fang Han: "Fang, you are famous!"

Fang Han shook his head and smiled.

"Annie, you're making a fortune!" Joanna smiled.

Annie said to Fang Han: "Fang, do you want me to pay?"

"Okay." Fang Han smiled.

Annie snorted, "I think beautifully!...Joan, are you not going to work?"

"I'll be with you today." Joanna said.

Anne waved her hand: "I'm not that weak, please be busy with yours. Don't come here tonight, you may not be able to live here."

Fang Han smiled, knowing that Annie didn't want to implicate Joanna. She had a bad temper and was quite kind-hearted. She had to protect her with all her heart just because of this.

When Joanna left, Fang Han smiled at Annie: "Don't be so scared, Harifs is not yet lawless!"

"Who can cure him?" Annie said angrily: "You police are useless?"

Fang Han nodded: "The police have been collecting evidence of his crimes, but unfortunately the Gambino family is too cunning and has no flaws."

"Of course," Annie snorted, "They are very experienced, and they don't have to do that by themselves. How can they find evidence of the crime??"

She spoke inexplicably resentful. This kind of garbage is still free and easy in society. Isn’t it just that the police are incompetent? Now Fang Han has become the representative of the police, which makes her angry.

Fang Han frowned and said, "It's really troublesome."

The key to the matter is that the police cannot find the personal evidence, and there is even less chance of physical evidence. If Harifs is alone, no matter how vicious someone is, he will dare to testify, and there will be no threat to be arrested in prison.

The key is that Karifs belongs to the Gambino family, and Karifs cannot retaliate. There is also the Gambino family. In order to establish their authority, the witness will definitely die miserably and even implicate his family. The Gambino family will not abide by the rules, which is more terrifying than the police.

"There is no trip today, right?" Fang Han asked.

Anne shook her head: "It's already pushed."

Fang Han nodded with satisfaction: "Hello me when you eat, I'll call first."

He called Catherine's cell phone, and the two chatted for a while, and told Anne during dinner that he was going to the police station today.

Anne glanced at him in dissatisfaction, but agreed. Hareves would calm down for a while after he caught the person and would not send anyone again immediately.

Fang Han returned to New York from Los Angeles and rushed to the thirteenth innings. He had asked Catherine to transfer the two men to the thirteenth innings.

The two of them did not speak after entering the Beverly Hills Police Station. The police station had no choice but to convict them of trespassing into a private residence.

Katherine asked to take over the two men in the name of the New York Crime Team. The Beverly Hills Police Department agreed happily and transferred them to the same day.

As soon as Fang Han entered the thirteenth game, he found that the eyes of the people around him were different, and he looked at him directly, as if he was watching some monster.

Fang Han touched his face and came to his group. Catherine and the other two were there.

Catherine was wearing a white shirt and jeans, clean, fresh and beautiful, looking down at the documents, Dick and Fox were on the phone, and the glass house was filled with a busy atmosphere.

Fang Han knocked on the door lightly after entering the room and coughed.

"Wow, Annie Cole's new boyfriend!" Dick looked up and cheered when he saw Fang Han, put down the phone and came to Fang Han and stretched out his fist.

Fang Han clenched his fists and touched him, and smiled and said, "Do you all know?"

Fox also clenched his fists and touched them: "Man, I really didn't expect it!"

Catherine smiled and said, "Fang, are you happy these days?"

Fang Han smiled bitterly: "Can I be happy when I am dealt with by the media like this?"

Catherine shook her head and smiled, "How can she only take advantage of her and not suffer losses?"

"Fang, bring Annie to us for a while." Dick said: "I have only seen Annie in the movie, but I have never seen Annie himself!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "She is very busy."

"Hi, Fang, you're not that good enough!" Dick's eyes widened.

Fox said with a smile: "Fang, are you really Anne's boyfriend?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Let's say it."
To be continued...