The driver was fine. When he crawled out of the car and saw Qiao Zhihe who was unscathed, his expression was almost crying.

He was so scared that he had just died of fear. If he ran a red light and hit someone to death, he would have no hope in his life. Fortunately, God blessed him.

He ignored Qiao Zhihe's refusal and forced him to stuff a lot of money, saying that Qiao Zhihe didn't accept him was uneasy.

Qiao Zhihe finally accepted the money and put the matter behind his mind.

...

Many years later, Qiao Zhihe became a very famous painter.

He is very young, has no bad habits, and is cleansed. He also has a face that can be called a male god.

Most importantly, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

Such a man is simply the dream of countless women.

His paintings can be sold at high prices, but no one has ever seen him paint any portraits.

His competitors attacked him, and his admirers offered tens of millions of dollars to ask him to draw a portrait, but he never ignored them.

No one ever knew that in his villa there was a special room that only he could open.

Once the light is turned on inside, you can see a full easel.

The contents on these easels can be seen at a glance that they are all the same person.

A black cloak, a black sickle, and it is hard to see clearly.

Such an image accounts for the vast majority.

In a few portraits, there is a beautiful beauty with a delicate appearance, but her hair color and pupil color are somewhat different from those of humans. In some portraits, this person also has a pair of gorgeous black wings on his body.

These portraits are vivid, and the movements and expressions of the people on the portrait, and even their eyes seem to be conveyed through drawing paper.

As long as you see these paintings, you can know that the famous painter Qiao Zhihe is not good at figure painting, which is absolutely nonsense.

The level of these paintings is even better than that of several of his works that were sold at sky-high prices.

Qiao Zhihe stretched out his hand and gently stroked a painting.

His movements were gentle, gentle, as if he was not stroking a painting at all, but the owner of the portrait.

"Sister of Death." Qiao Zhihe, who had grown into a mature man, called her softly.

"It's been eleven years, three months and thirteen days. You said you have something to do and won't come for a long time. But this time is really too long."

He looked at the paintings with gentle eyes: "I actually decided to draw because of you. I wanted to draw all your appearance, your appearance, and your movements. Of course, only I can see it myself.

"I want the character I painted is you, so I never painted figures until I have absolute confidence, because I am afraid that the works I painted will defile your image."

"Now, I can draw works that satisfy me. I want to show you my works. But..."

But, Sister Death, why don’t you come back? Let’s take a look at me?

From eleven years ago, no, from earlier.

He kept thinking in his heart that when he could draw her perfectly, he would take his works to confess to her.

He is a painter, so he confesses his love in the form of a painter.

He incorporated all his emotions and desires into these paintings.
Chapter completed!