Dangerous Aesthetics

David was silent, and Neo bumped into him: "What's the matter? If you don't come back to your senses, I will molest you!"

"Neo..." David lowered his head and looked at the popcorn in his arms, "What did you say that Olivan loved?"

"What's the matter? Are you curious?" Neo smiled, "Curiosity can kill people."

"You think, Vermeer can still record the person he loves most on the canvas. Today, more than 300 years later, we can still see the sweetheart in Vermeer's eyes. But what about Olivan? I can feel it from the paintings he copied, He loves that person, but never sees him put that person on canvas..."

Neo reached out his hand and touched David's head: "Looking at your usual stinky appearance, you are actually just a soft-hearted brat. Do you think Olivier's love is lonely? He doesn't need to treat that person Draw it, as long as he knows who that person is."

"It's sad to put love on the canvas, because it means you can't grasp it in reality." Inadvertently, David murmured what Olivan said that day.

Neo chuckled: "Why does this sentence sound like Olivan's style?"

David chuckled and stuffed the popcorn into his mouth, but Horton's reality show was over.

Neo put David's head on his shoulder and said in a low voice: "Little devil, remind you again, don't fall in love with Olivier? Kane, because he has never opened his heart to accept anyone."

"Why?" David knew he shouldn't have asked, but he asked anyway.

"His favorite flower is also that person's favorite flower. That kind of flower is very common, a red carnation. It is precisely because of the blood-like color that flows into the bone marrow and is the most difficult to disappear."

After a few seconds of silence, Neo suddenly laughed, and kissed David on the corner of his brow when he wasn't paying attention: "But it's different if you like me, I will give you red roses to make you drunk every day." Pour it into the scent of flowers."

David shook off Neo, and pointed his middle finger at him: "Idiot, roses have thorns!"

After speaking, he went upstairs.

Looking up through the stairs, he saw the small attic, and somehow David came to the door.

The moment the door was unscrewed, the girl's eyes were looking back at him, as if there was an uncontrollable enthusiasm in the implicit tide, surging and enveloping the entire space.

David smiled and took a breath, "It turns out that guy loved like that too."

After ten o'clock in the evening, Oliwen returned to the villa. As usual, he sat on the sofa and read today's evening paper.

It seemed that something was touched by the palm of his hand, and Olivan suddenly elongated his voice: "David? Hovland——get out of here!"

David heard his snarl, and ran to the living room: "Hey—what's the matter?"

Didn't you all put Holden in jail?Why do you still look unhappy.

"Are you eating popcorn on the sofa?" Olivan's eyes were like blades, and he cut David into several pieces.

Oops, forget this guy doesn't allow people to eat scum anywhere except at the dining table!

"Well, I didn't eat the popcorn, it was Neo's." David put all the blame on Neo without blushing.

"Clean up the sofa, or you won't even want your 100 cents!"

David almost didn't kneel on the ground when he heard this sentence: "What did you say? 100 million?"

Oliwen frowned, and regained the look of looking at garbage again: "This is so strange. After half a month, the Maurice Museum will return my grandfather's posthumous work, since its valuation has reached more than 300 According to the principle of equal distribution, I should give you 100 million."

This was the first time that David found Olivan's contemptuous eyes so pleasing to his eyes.

If being despised by Olivan could earn millions, David felt that his previous displeasure was too cheap!

Oliwen seemed to be annoyed by looking at David even more, so he went upstairs, leaving David standing where he was, looking like an idiot.

It was only the next day that David was dumbfounded when he saw the check that Olivan handed him.

"Didn't you say 100 million? Why are there only [-] left!"

"Don't you remember the New Zealand horse you bought at the clubhouse last time?" Olivan sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.

"That horse? That horse is not what I want to buy...can you return it..." David was depressed, the horse still made him unable to walk for several days...

"What? Do you have any objections to the horse I picked for you?" Olivan's voice sank, and David's brain nerves were once again oppressed.

"How could it be... But I remember that the horse was only a few hundred thousand... Why are there only [-] left now?"

"Why? The clubhouse membership fee and the cost of taking care of that horse for you, the ticket you got for using Neo's car, and the annual fee you paid at the National Association of Appraisers. It's not bad to have [-] left over It is." Olivier said coldly.

David drooped his head, then became happy on his own again.

Thirty thousand!Thirty thousand!Although the money was nothing to Oliwen, it was the first time that David got so much money, and none of the rich women had given him such a big deal in the past.

At this moment, Neo also came over, patted David on the shoulder, and stretched out his hand to him in a friendly manner, "David, should you give me back the 1000 yuan I bought the engagement ring for Janet? "

"What? Didn't you say that I don't need to pay it back?"

"Hey, when I said no, I thought I could get you! It's up to you to choose whether to be picked up by me voluntarily or to pay back the money."

David's face turned green. He found that Neo and Olivan were the same breed, and they especially liked asking David to do multiple-choice questions.Like "do I say or go to state prison" or whatever...

David went to the bank to transfer the money into his account, and took 1000 yuan by the way and returned it to Neo. That guy obviously made a lot of money by speculating in stocks in front of the computer, and he still cares about the 1000 yuan with himself .

But now that the task is completed, does it mean that David can leave the villa and get out of the grasp of those two perverts?

Pidiandian returned to his room, and David sorted out all the clothes in the closet and packed them into the bag.But looking at the watch that Neo insisted on buckling on his wrist that could track the position, David found it very troublesome.

Someone opened his door, and David was a little annoyed.Whether it's Olivan or Neo, they never knock on the door when they come in!Of course it says a lot about David's status in the house... low.

It was Oliwen who came, and he hooked his finger at David, as if calling for a puppy: "Go and clean up the studio for me. The paint on the floor was not cleaned last time."

David was furious, "Hey, I've helped you get hold of Holden according to the agreement! I should be able to leave, right?"

Olivan let out a chuckle: "Are you going to clean the studio or do you want to go to the state prison to clean the men's room?"

David trembled, wouldn't it be, what's going on?

He had no choice but to resign himself to the third floor with a bucket and a rag, and when he opened the door, the colorful but soft and graceful canvas appeared in front of his eyes.

David stopped there, swallowing his own saliva.

"What's the matter?" Olivan's voice sounded, and he came behind David at some point.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, so be careful when you wipe the floor. If it gets dirty, even if you sell all the internal organs, you won't be able to pay for it." Without looking back at Olivan's expression, David knew that he must be laughing sarcastically again .

"I really don't understand how a psychopath like you can create such a work." David put down the bucket and was going to move the easel away.

"Oh," Olivan asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, "what did you see in that painting?"

"I see..." David paused, then he chuckled, "It's hard to describe the truly beautiful things in words, so I'm sorry, but I can't tell you."

Then David wiped the paint on the floor vigorously. He wondered if he was becoming more and more slavish. Why did Olivier do whatever he asked him to do?

It really has no dignity and no status...

Oliwen looked at David's thoughts and frowning expression of reluctance, turned his face sideways, and drew an imperceptible arc on his lips.

After that, although David was still in charge of three meals a day like a Filipino maid, and cleaning Olivan's studio, and occasionally after Olivan and an art student rolled over the sheets, David was also responsible for cleaning the traces , but life is different.

Because the identity of the appraiser that Neo made for him has complete documents, in a sense, this identity is no different from the real one.Some collectors will actually ask David to do appraisal work, making David a small fortune.

Of course, he didn't forget that he couldn't complete a thousand push-ups in front of Oliwen, so he would go to the fitness center to exercise in his spare time, and of course, he would have a few beautiful girls and live a good life.

But when the news of a thunderbolt fell from the blue, David fell into panic instantly.

That day, when David came back from the fitness center, he saw Olivan and Neo sitting on the sofa. Olivan was flipping through the morning newspaper as usual, while Neo winked at David with a strange expression.

"What...what's the matter..." There won't be anything to deduct his money, right?He hasn't driven Neo's car lately, hasn't paid a ticket, and hasn't been on any police records.

"That... Olivier decided... to send you to the state prison." Although Neo spoke reluctantly, his expression was gloating.

The author has something to say: the real male No. [-] is about to appear.