Chapter 1447: Joe Zhihe Fanwai (1)

The driver didn't have any trouble. When he climbed out of the car and saw the unscathed Joe Zhihe, the expression was almost crying.
He had just been scared to death. If he smashed the red light and killed him, he would not have hoped in his life. Fortunately, God bless.
He ignored the rejection of Qiao Zhihe and forced him a lot of money, saying that Joe Zhihe did not accept his heart.
Qiao Zhihe finally took the money and put this thing behind his head.
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Many years later, Qiao Zhihe became a very famous painter.
He is very young, has no bad hobbies, and is self-satisfied, and has a face that can be called a male god.
Most importantly, he still has no girlfriend.
Such a man is simply a dream lover of countless women.
His paintings can be sold at very high prices, but no one has ever seen any portraits he has ever painted.
His competitors attacked him, and his admirers offered tens of millions of high prices to ask him to draw a portrait, and he never ignored it.
No one knows that in his villa, there is a special room that only he can open.
When you turn on the light inside, you can see the full easel.
The contents of these easels can be seen at the same time as the same person.
Black cloak, black trowel, can't see the look.
This image accounts for the vast majority.
And a few of them, there is a beautiful woman on the portrait, but her hair color and twilight are different from those of human beings. There are even a few portraits, this person’s body is also with a pair of gorgeous Black wings.
These portraits are vivid, and the expressions of the people above the portraits, even the eyes, are transmitted through the paper.
As long as you see these paintings, you will know that the famous painter Qiao Zhihe is not good at painting, which is absolutely nonsense.
The level of these paintings even surpassed several of his works that took a lot of money.
Joe knows his hand and gently rubs it on a picture.
His movements are gentle and gentle, just as he is not touching a painting at all, but the owner of the portrait.
"Death sister." Qiao Zhihe, who has grown into a mature man, gently yells at her.
"Eleven years, three months and thirteen days. You said that you have something to do, it will not come for a long time. But this time is really too long."
He looked at the paintings tenderly: "I actually decided to draw, but also because of you. I want to draw your looks, your appearance, your movements. Of course, only myself can see.
"I want the character of my first painting, you, so I never draw a figure before I have absolute confidence, because I am afraid that the painting will tarnish your image."
"Now, I have been able to draw a work that I am satisfied with. I want to show you my work. But..."
However, death sister, why are you not coming back, take a look at me?
From eleven years ago, no, from an earlier time.
His heart has been thinking about it, and when he can paint her perfectly, he will show her with her own works.
He is a painter, so he uses the form of a painter to express his confession.
He incorporates all his emotions and desires into these paintings.
Just look at it and you will know how deeply he has poured into the people above.