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Chapter 1418 Qiao Zhihe Extra Story ([-])

The driver was fine, and when he climbed out of the car and saw Qiao Zhihe, who was unharmed, his expression almost made him cry.

He was scared to death just now, if he ran a red light and killed someone, he would have no hope in this life, fortunately God blesses him.

Regardless of Qiao Zhihe's refusal, he insisted on stuffing him with a large sum of money, saying that Qiao Zhihe would not accept him, and he felt uneasy.

Qiao Zhihe finally accepted the money and put the matter behind him.

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

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

On top of that, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

Such a man is simply the dream lover of countless women.

His paintings fetched high prices, but still no one has ever seen him paint any portraits.

His rivals attacked him, and his admirers asked him to paint a portrait for tens of millions of dollars, but he never paid any attention to it.

No one has ever known that in his villa, there is a special room that only he can open.

As soon as the lights are turned on inside, you can see the easels full of them.

The contents on these easels can be seen at a glance to be the same person.

With a black cloak and a pitch-black sickle, he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Such images account for the vast majority.

In the few portraits, there is a beautiful woman with exquisite appearance, but her hair color and eye color are a little different from those of humans. There are even a few portraits where this person is wearing a pair of gorgeous black wings.

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

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

The level of these paintings even surpassed several of his works that fetched sky-high prices.

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

His movements are very gentle, so gentle, as if he is not touching a painting at all, but the owner of the portrait.

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

"It's been 11 years, three months and thirteen days. You said you have something to do and won't come for a long time. However, this time is really too long."

He looked at these paintings with gentle eyes: "Actually, I decided to draw because of you. I wanted to draw your face, your appearance, and your movements. Of course, only I can See.

"I want the character in my first painting to be you, so I never draw figures before I have absolute confidence, because I am afraid that the painted works will tarnish your image."

"Now, I have been able to draw works that satisfy me, and I want to show you my works. But..."

But, Sister Death, why don't you come back and take a look at me?
From 11 years ago, no, from earlier.

He kept thinking in his heart that when he was able to draw her perfectly, he would take his own work to confess to her.

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

He puts all his emotions and desires into these paintings.

You only need to look at it to know how much affection he has poured into the people above.

(End of this chapter)