Put the pen in your pocket, fold the note paper twice, put it in your palm, raise your hand and ask the waiter to pay for the coffee. When you stand up and leave, pass the women\'s seat, the most poisonous woman\'s purse hangs on the chair.

Jiang Hao passed by, rubbed his purse lightly, and the buckle of the purse opened and closed instantly. No one noticed it, and the note on Jiang Hao\'s palm had disappeared.

The crowd dispersed.

The poisonous woman came home and hung her purse on a hanger. The family had lunch. Her husband secretly came to the hanger and opened his wife\'s purse, ready to steal some money and go to the bar for two drinks in the afternoon.

"Well, what is this?"

Man opens note paper.

After reading the above content, his face changed greatly, and he came to the woman holding the note in anger. "You said, what is this?"

The woman looked at the note paper in the man\'s hand, and said, "How do I know what it is?"

"You slut, sophistry, which man\'s love letter to you," the man growled.

The woman stunned, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It was found in your bag. You still said no. Seeing what was written on it made me feel sick." The man smashed the post-it note to the woman.

The woman picked up the sticky note, and after reading it, she couldn\'t help twitching. She did sleep with other men outside, but she couldn\'t think of anyone who would write such a love letter to her.

"A beautiful lady, I am dumped by your style. The smell on me makes me drunk. Why, you slut, are so dead when you go to bed with me."

"Your perfect carcass makes me want to give up, I miss you every day, and I look forward to your coming again and lingering with you"

"You must have slept with him, you shameless woman, tell me who I am and I will kill him." The man kept roaring.

The woman\'s heart emptied her mouth, but she refused to admit defeat. "Don\'t think I didn\'t know you had slept with that **** of Xi Lili, and stared at Malina\'s **** all day."

"Oh, it looks like you\'ve really slept with another man, you bitch." The man was furious and gave the woman a slap in the face.

The woman did not want to be outdone. She grabbed the man\'s face severely and scratched the man\'s face directly.

The man grabbed the woman\'s hair in anger and fanned it fiercely on the woman\'s face. When the children saw their parents fighting, they were all scared and cried.

The whole house was in a mess.

Their fighting stunned their neighbors, and some neighbors came to persuade them, of course, most of them were lively.

She said that in the words of Malina, men will never have peace because of recruiting her house. Now, her own house is really never peace.

In the sunset,

There is an easel on the side of the road. The picture shows this stone road, the surrounding houses, and the sea in the distance.

Around him was a group of children, the little ones from Renado, who were watching Jiang Hao\'s paintings intently.

Jiang Hao deliberately placed the easel on the stone road, and Malina would pass here to see him painting.

Suddenly, a few children were in a commotion, and one of them whispered, "Look, Malina is here."

The boys all looked back immediately, Jiang Hao couldn\'t help but turned his head and glanced. Today, Malina wore a white skirt, still with loose wavy hair, and walked very rhythmically.

Malina walked over without looking at Jiang Hao and the boys.

When Malina left, the boys hurried away.

Thinking of Malina\'s back, Jiang Hao picked up the paintbrush and painted it on the stone road in the middle of the painting. After a while, the back of a woman in white appeared on the canvas, with straight beautiful legs and black hair flying in the wind.

Look at this picture again,

Ok,

I feel the whole painting has a soul.

The next day, Jiang Hao knocked on the door of Malina\'s room again, and Malina changed her attire again, and saw Jiang Hao slightly dizzy, "Mr. Bernano, is there anything wrong?"

Jiang Haoyang lifted up the oil painting in Yang\'s hand and said, "Today is because of it."

Malina asked Jiang Hao to enter the house. Jiang Hao put the oil painting on the table and said, "Yesterday I was painting. A beautiful figure suddenly broke into my frame. Suddenly I got inspiration and I put her in. "

When Malina saw the white back in the middle of the oil painting, she understood something.

"I\'m very sorry to draw you in without asking for your consent. I finished this painting last night. I brought it to you today, and this is my gift." Jiang Hao said and handed it over. Have a gift package.

Malina looked at Jiang Hao: "Don\'t apologize to Mr. Bernano, this is nothing."

Jiang Hao said with a smile: "Actually, come here today and I want to ask you something."

"What is it?" Malina asked.

"Are you willing to be my model, of course, I will pay you, you are beautiful, I think you know this very well, if you are a model, it must be perfect." Jiang Hao Road.

reward?

The woman was a little moved,

She has no source of income and is very short of money. She doesn\'t even have the money to eat.

But she hesitated again.

If she is a model, I do n’t know what stigma the women in the town will say, she will definitely say that she took off her clothes and let the man look at the painting casually, or that she would go to bed with the artist, or even become a mistress if.

With that in mind, Malina shook her head: "Mr. Bernano, I don\'t think I can be your model."

Jiang Hao was a little disappointed, but yesterday he thought of the best way to get close to Malina and help her through the difficulties.

Unfortunately, she refused.

"Well, I still expect you to be my model. If you change your mind and come to me at any time, I think you must be the most beautiful after you become the protagonist of my oil painting." Jiang Hao said without regret.

After Jiang Hao left, Malina looked at the oil painting, although it was just a simple back view, but it was really beautiful. She looked at it for a long time and finally placed it on the bedroom window sill.

Opening the gift brought by Jiang Hao, Malina showed a hint of surprise. It was a box of candy, a full box of candy, which contained chocolate candy, butter candy, and fruit candy. Since the outbreak of the war, she has not eaten sugar for a long time. Already.

Candy is definitely a luxury now.

She peeled a piece of butter candy and gently put it in her mouth. The rich flavor made her feel happy.

She thought of the man\'s proposal again,

Make a model.

In fact, she had really struggled for a long time and really wanted to agree.

She doesn\'t have any skill and can only make clothes, but now there is no shortage of such workers. It is really difficult to find a job ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Hao walks out of Malina\'s house and suddenly feels that there is a line of sight staring He, looking for it, found a black car parked on Shizi Road, a middle-aged man with a moustache in the car, looking at him with a gloomy look.

Jiang Hao recognized the person at the first sight.

Is the sheriff of the town,

This is the guy who got Malina\'s body with a packet of food at the most difficult time.

He had been stunned for Malina for a long time, and how could he miss such a good opportunity.

The door opened, and the sheriff stepped out of the car and walked towards Jiang Hao. She walked to Jiang Hao a few moments ago, and the sheriff said, "I\'m the sheriff of Syracuse town. I heard you rented Federer\'s house. Prepare to live here. "

Jiang Hao gave the other a smile, "I don\'t know what the sheriff has done."

Sheriff said with a smile, "There have been a lot of offenders recently. I have the responsibility and obligation to investigate the situation of everyone who comes to Syracuse."

Jiang Hao spread his hand: "I\'m not a fugitive. I\'m a painter. I followed the footsteps of my predecessors and came to Sicily to gather in style."

The sheriff\'s face was a little gloomy, and she approached Jiang Hao and lowered her voice and said, "Since you are here to collect the style, draw your paintings well, and you will approach Malina deliberately in the first few days. I know that your artists have a bad mind. , But you remember, this is Syracuse, here I have the final say. "

"So stay away from Malina, let alone her idea, or I\'ll make you look good."

Was warned.

Was warned again.

Jiang Hao had a smile on his face, a kinder smile than the sunshine of Sicily.

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