Giants hunting: The gold master holds the little cute wife alone

After she walked over to sit down, Matthew Carlo sat down opposite, and the tall man who was waiting next to him brought them scented tea, which was fragrant and the petals danced in the tea.

"Are you the author of these paintings?" Su Wenqian felt incredible. "Are you still a part-time painter?"

Matthew shook his head, and seemed a little amused by Su Wenqian's shock: "This is just a play, a small interest in spare time, not comparable to professional standards."

Su Wenqian felt that there was an emotion in her heart called envy, jealousy and hatred.

Other people's games can reach this level. Like Jiang Shaoxiao, this person was born to make everyone worship him, right?

Su Wenqian said quietly: "You can earn money with your face, and you still have this kind of talent. Is it the advantage of the mixed race?"

Matthew Carroll smiled: "It's really easy to make money with your face, but there is no challenge at all."

Su Wenqian looked down at the encyclopedia introduction about Matthew Carlo on his mobile phone, just in time to see his achievements as a top model who won an international award, and silently turned off the phone, Su Wenqian felt that she would not be able to read it any longer. I don't have the courage to continue living.

This person is so perfect that it looks like a fake.

She thought of the Matthew Carlo she saw that night, a hunter walking in the dark who was completely different from his glamorous identity and shining glory, hunting the most ferocious killers.Is this a flaw in a perfect product?Or another interpretation of perfection?

"I like your paintings very much, but I don't have a lot of money. I don't know how your paintings are priced? Let me make a little choice."

"Which ones do you like? This is my work a few years ago, and some of them are immature."

Su Wenqian is not picky. For a person like her who has no artistic talent, she can't tell if she is mature or immature.

"I like them all. Your paintings don't look like your people."

This mixed-race gentleman looks like an aristocrat with extraordinary status and elegant manners. Every strand of hair seems to exude an air of refinement and luxury, but these paintings of him are very simple, with warm tones and simple compositions, which even make Su Wenqian It reminded me of simplicity, a word that has nothing to do with the man in front of me.

This man has the same extremely calm eyes as Jiang Shaoxiao.

"It's my honor to make you like it." Matthew's Chinese is still not standard. When he pronounces the words, the vowels are too heavy, and the subtle pauses are different from those of Chinese people. However, with that magnetic voice, there is a special rhythmic beauty. It's like reciting poetry.

"The paintings here are not for sale, they are my personal belongings."

"Sorry, that's how it is." Su Wenqian stood up and planned to leave.

"If it's just a personal item, you can give it away at will. If Ms. Su likes these paintings, I will send someone to your residence."

Su Wenqian frowned: "You don't get rewarded for nothing, goodbye." After finishing speaking, he turned and left and went downstairs to leave the gallery.

Her encounter with this man was not normal, and she didn't want to accept his things, even these paintings she liked so much.

Matthew Carlo walked to the window and watched Su Wenqian walk out of the alley, his back completely disappeared.

"Boss, do you want to give it away?" The man guarding the second floor asked with a smile, "This is the first time I see a woman rejecting you."

Matthew Carlo slightly raised his light-colored thin lips: "It's interesting, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, the woman who is targeted by you, boss, will never escape!" After taking the scented tea away, the man laughed out loud with confidence.