Dangerous Aesthetics

David's ears were across the other's chest, and he could hear his heart beating like a restless tide, gradually calming down.

Oliwen got up slowly, tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and breathed gradually.

"Is it much better? Let me drive the car."

David was about to change seats with Olivan, but the other party pressed his shoulder.

"what happened?"

Olivan bullied him, and David instantly understood what he wanted, so he closed his eyes and felt the moment when the two touched.

The other's kiss is manic.

David had already faintly felt the rushing and passionate heart beneath Olivan's indifferent expression.The back of his head was firmly nailed to the back of the chair. David didn't resist, but just endured the other party's anxiety.

The back of the chair suddenly fell down, and Olivan turned over and straddled David.

Eagerly tugging on David's collar, but a little skin was exposed, and Olivan couldn't wait to kiss it.

As if the end of the world, Oliwen's collision was as crazy as if he wanted to kill David.

"Olivan...slow down..."

David hugged him, and the narrow space caused his knees and elbows to keep hitting the roof or the door of the car, but none of this could compare to the pain and passion that Olivan brought to him.

Olivan kept his head down, his forehead hair swaying with the impact.

"Look at me...Olivan...don't make me think you're hugging someone else!" David said with difficulty.

Olivan stopped, looked up, and saw David's sweaty face, deadly sexy.

"David..."

He kissed David's forehead and the tip of his nose, and the crazy movements just now became gentle. He began to please David, and kept flocking to places where he could show his bewildered expression.

"Ah... ah... that place, don't..."

Olivan looked at David's face, every twitch of his eyebrows and eyes seemed to prove that he had entered his body and controlled his senses.

In the end, it was Olivan who drove back to the hotel, and David was already in a coma.

As for Victor Merlin, after he arrived at the Montgomery Hotel, he asked at the front desk where Neo lived, which was the presidential suite on the top floor.

At first, Neo was very displeased with Victor's visit, because the moment he rang the doorbell, Neo happened to lose the card.

Victor, with his penetrating tongue, praised his artwork endlessly, hoping to win Neo's favor again.

"Mr. Merlin," Neo walked to the bar, poured himself half a glass of whiskey, and then sat down on the sofa unhurriedly, "I'm a little disappointed in your collections, none of them can compare with mine. I just bought "Years"."

As soon as "Years" was mentioned, Victor naturally seized the opportunity to continue this topic.

"But as far as I know, when Mr. Wenman donated "Years" to the New York Times Museum of Art, it was stolen during the transportation. How could your "Years" be authentic?"

"Hahaha," Neo looked up, smiling a little arrogantly, "Dude, you wouldn't be so naive as to think that what was stolen was the real thing, would you? Come with me."

Neo hooked his fingers towards Victor, which aroused Victor's displeasure even more, but he still followed.

"In addition to the author himself, appraisers of modern works generally judge the authenticity based on painting skills and style of brushstrokes. For this reason, many modern painters will sign their paintings so that appraisers can compare the handwriting." Ni Ao put on a pair of silk gloves, went to the safe, and took out the "Years".

When Victor saw the painting for the first time, he couldn't help being stunned.

This painting is exactly the same as the one in my hand.

Neo turned off the light, took out the infrared pen, and went to a corner of the painting. Under the paint, he saw the signature of Van Youris.

Victor gasped.

"How is it? I've asked a handwriting expert to confirm it," Neo pulled out the note identification certificate and placed it in front of Victor. "This name was definitely written by Uris himself."

"So that's how it is. Congratulations to Mr. Langdon for getting the real work!" Victor immediately smiled, "I just don't know if Mr. Langdon is planning to sell this painting after he brought it all the way from New York to London. ?”

"For sale? I'm going to sell this painting when my brain is broken." Neo put the painting back into the safe, "After tomorrow's business negotiation, I'm going to Manchester to propose to Miss Winnie from Coventry's family. , this painting is a proposal gift.”

"Then I wish you a successful marriage proposal!" Victor looked obsequious, and Neo could already see that he had a bad stomach.

"Thank you. It's getting late, Mr. Merlin. You and I need to rest." Neo deliberately made himself look arrogant, "If you have any more sophisticated collections, please call me .”

After speaking, Neo stood up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom without even watching Victor leave.

"Good night, then, Mr. Langdon."

The moment the door was closed, Victor clicked his tongue hard.

"I see you are proposing with a fake!"

On the second day, Neo went out to visit the scenery of London, and when the "Years" was quietly in the safe, a man in waiter clothes pushed a dining car to the door of the presidential suite on the top floor, and used a magnetic card He opened the door, pushed the dining car in, and came to the place where the safe was placed.

The other party checked and found that the safe was an old-fashioned safe with a combination rotation. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he put his ear on the side of the lock and slowly turned the combination lock. Half an hour later, the safe was opened.

The other party came to the dining car, opened the curtain, swapped the prepared "Years" inside with the painting in the safe, and then screwed back the combination lock and put it back to its original position.

Then, the waiter pushed the dining cart and left the room.

That night, when Neo came back in low spirits, the first thing he did was to run to his safe. He turned the box around and smiled on his lips. I lost a hair, why is it gone now?"

Half an hour later, Olivan and David also came to Neo's room.

Oliwen examined the painting carefully, nodded and said, "That's right, this painting is the authentic work of Uris."

Hearing what he said, David finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm really afraid that Victor will just take the safe away without exchanging the one in his hand!"

"That pig? When he heard that my "Years" had the authenticated signature of Uris, he was very anxious. And if I found out that "Years" was stolen, I would definitely stay in London. Victor again I am eager to use this painting to please Raymond Wallern, if someone is not careful and I find out that he sold the painting to Raymond, I will definitely stay and talk to him forever."

"And the poor imitation is likely to be discovered that night. He knows that you will leave here in a short time, so in a hurry, he has to exchange the real one in your hand for the fake one in your hand." David said. Bottle of champagne, clink glasses with Neo.

Neo also touched his nose, "I guess my fart really pissed him off, otherwise how could he lose the ability to think? How could I not send someone to see such a precious painting as "Time" with it?"

"It can only be said that he is not as smart as we imagined." Olivan said lightly, "Now that the authentic work has been obtained, we will return to New York tomorrow."

"Huh? So anxious? I just got in touch with a British girl!" Neo looked frustrated, "And David didn't even have time to go shopping in London, like the Tower of London, David hasn't See it!"

"The Tower of London is a place where political prisoners are held. It's bloody and dark. What's there to see?" Olivan said coldly.

"What about Westminster Abbey? Known as one of the most beautiful churches in Europe." Neo continued.

"You also said that you are 'one of them'. David has even seen Notre Dame Cathedral, so Westminster Abbey doesn't matter." Olivan looked at Neo, and it was very obvious that he wanted him to shut up.

But it is Neo's style to make persistent efforts, "Then Buckingham Palace must go to see it?"

"Crowded with a lot of tourists, the price of the palace has also dropped."

David watched the two people come and go, and he understood that it was because the meeting with Raymond Waller last night made Olivan uneasy.

Forget it, now that the real thing has been brought back, as long as Mr. Weinman takes it to exchange Schiller's ribs, other things don't matter.

"Okay, okay, we'll go back to New York tomorrow. And I miss Diana too." David hurriedly smoothed things over.

Neo nestled on the sofa, propped his head and said, "Olivan, with your domineering personality, little David will one day escape back to Bordeaux..."

"Let's go." Olivan ignored him, just pulled David away.

The two were sitting in the car, Olivan was still in a state of low pressure, and David sat back and looked out the window.

After a long time, Olivan spoke again.

"Don't you really want to take a walk in London?"

David laughed secretly in his heart. It seemed that Neo's words still had an impact on Olivan.

"It doesn't matter, didn't you take me on a night tour of the Thames?"

"We'd better book a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow, and let's accompany you around London tomorrow."

David turned his face away, pursed his lips to suppress a smile, his shoulders still trembled.

The next morning, after so many days in London, David finally had the opportunity to take off his suit and put on his usual T-shirt and jeans, while Olivan also wore a very British-style plaid shirt.