The villain stole the heartthrob script [Wear the book]

There was chaos in the dream, and the face of the person in front of him was blurred. He Yu felt his unbearable hatred surging and struggling, but he was bound and had nowhere to escape.

He frowned, and sat up abruptly sweating profusely. After waking up, he was panting//out of breath, and his heart felt as if a sharp weapon had been twisted.

His forehead felt a little hot, probably because he had been exposed to the rain for too long last night and had a fever.

Unable to remember what happened last night, He Yucai paused, frowned, and murmured inexplicably to himself: "...A Li."

The moment these two words were blurted out, the upside-down turbulent emotions in the dream came to his heart again, and He Yu keenly caught a trace of extreme hatred.

He suddenly froze.

The rain was still falling, and the patter was blurry. The ground of the lawn had been soaked with water, and the flowers and leaves that had been knocked down by the rain fell beside it, giving it a bit of autumnal chill.

After breakfast, Xie Li lazily threw a bank card to He Yu: "Your money."

He Yu was hit head-on, picked it up with a frown, and raised his eyes: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Xie Li glanced over coldly, sneered, and took a sip of milk: "After the 300 million is returned to me, get out."

He Yu didn't know why he was suddenly unhappy, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just put away his bank card and said hesitantly, "Can you accompany me to buy materials?"

Xie Li found that since he came out last night and turned back and took the initiative to pick up someone, this bastard seemed to be getting more and more courageous. He squinted his eyes: "I can't."

He Yu could only say, "Okay."

He raised his head suddenly again: "Then you are going to have dinner with Cheng Yiming?"

"No!" Xie Li was almost annoyed by him, "Shut up and get out."

He Yu then bent his eyes and was about to go out when he suddenly thought of some figure and turned around, "Ah Li."

Hearing this name, Xie Li slowly raised his eyes, and the eyes refracted in the glass had complicated expressions.

He Yu thought of that dream, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Did I..."

"What." Xie Li said coldly.

He Yu carefully recalled the minute and minute since he was born, and he has never had much interaction with Xie Li. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and shook his head: "It's okay, I remembered wrongly."

Xie Li didn't open his mouth. When he turned around and walked out the door, he slowly continued drinking milk and looked away.

He began to think, or else he would not want the 300 million and just throw him out before he recovered his memory.

"Master." Butler Zhao walked to him and bent down.

"Say."

"Uh... the AKW Painting and Calligraphy Contest that you and Mr. Xie agreed to start registering today."

Xie Li just remembered this. He frowned and counted the time: He Yu's national championship bonus will arrive next month, and the finals of the calligraphy and painting competition will not come out until three months later. The 300 million has to be filled.

I couldn't help being a little irritable.

Steward Zhao glanced at him carefully: "Well, master, if you sign up for the competition, you need to choose your own style, and then draw the questions."

Xie Li frowned and raised his finger.

Butler Zhao hurriedly handed the tablet forward.

There are many options at the registration entrance, such as traditional Chinese painting, sketch, abstraction and so on.

Xie Li recalled that Shen Baibai was shortlisted for the finals with an ink painting of excellent artistic level, and won the appreciation of the art masters.

Probably due to the inferiority in his bones, Xie Xin was very upset with Shen Baibai and hated him very much.He sneered silently, and checked the options leisurely.

[You have chosen the category of ink painting, please select the title of the promotion competition after confirmation. 】

Xie Li clicked casually, and after turning the □□, the four words "Custom Meticulous Brushwork" popped out.He squinted.

Steward Zhao quickly took out his mobile phone and entered the internal forum of the AKW Painting Competition, searching for the words "custom meticulous brushwork".

However, within a few minutes of opening the official website, several posts have popped up below:

[Sloppy! !Traditional Chinese painting draws out custom meticulous painting!Is there anyone worse than me! 】

[Chinese Painting Custom Meticulous Brushwork [Paralysis.jpg] I feel like I can give up the game. 】

[Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 】

……

Butler Zhao was dumbfounded.

But Xie Li at the side was not in a hurry, he threw away the tablet, got up and walked outside.

Butler Zhao thought he was about to give up, and followed with a sad face: "Master, why don't we go and beg Mr. Xie to unfreeze the bank card?"

Xie Li glanced at him: "I look so unreliable?"

More than that.Butler Zhao didn't dare to say more, he just struggled and said, "We're all a family, Mr. Xie won't just sit and watch you impoverished..."

"Prepare the car." Xie Li clicked his tongue and lazily interrupted him, "Go to Xie's house."

Steward Zhao thought he was moved by his words, and was overjoyed: "Okay!"

But half an hour later, in Xie's study.

Xie Henghai frowned and stared at the person in front of him, almost laughed angrily: "What are you talking about? Why don't you ask me for pens, inks, papers and inkstones?"

Xie Li hummed, and said bluntly, "I have no money."

With the patter of rain outside, Steward Zhao shrank to one side like a quail, feeling extremely anxious.

"You don't—you don't have any money?!" Mr. Xie stood up and walked around him twice, "Is it about money?! You don't even have a pen and ink to participate in the competition! You can draw a fart!" !"

Xie Li looked generous: "Maybe."

His expression was indifferent, and he seemed to have a charter in his heart.Xie Henghai then restrained himself, frowned angrily and looked at him for a while, and finally let go: "My pen and ink can't be used by just anyone, it doesn't have to be dirty baby."

"How about this," he said, "you can draw something for me on the spot, and I can lend you one if it catches my eye."

Xie Henghai pointed to the rice paper and ink that had just been spread out in front of his desk: "It's right here."

Xie Li has nothing to do: "Okay."

He stepped forward, remained silent for a moment, and dipped his pen and ink.

Two hours later, the servant carefully carried a bunch of pens, ink, papers and inkstones to the sports car.

Xie Li achieved his goal, turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Xie Henghai: "Wait."

He turned his head.

Xie Henghai was finally willing to look away from the landscape painting in front of him, and fell on the once ignorant trash, shocked and suspicious: "...who did you learn to paint from?!"

Xie Li paused, and said nonsense: "Learn casually."

In fact, he wasn't lying, Xie Li was indeed looking for a beggar on the street to learn, although it was later learned that he was the current imperial tutor who was demoted because he satirized the emperor's incompetence in the painting.

Xie Henghai gasped for a moment, angry that he had kept it a secret for so long, but also pleasantly surprised that there was finally a genius in his family who could inherit the mantle, and his heart was in dire straits for a while.

He was about to speak in a hurry when there was a sudden knock on the door of the study.

"Go in." Xie Henghai frowned and stopped talking.

"Grandpa, why are you moving things outside—" Xie Xiang said with a smile and entered the door, and when he saw the scene in the room, his smile froze on his face, "...Brother? Why are you here?"

Xie Li didn't bother to talk to this idiot, and said to Xie Henghai: "Let's go first."

Then, under Xie Xiang's suspicious gaze, he went straight out the door.

After the door was closed, Xie Henghai sat back on the chair and picked up the landscape painting on the table to admire it repeatedly. The more he looked at it, the more he couldn't put it down.

Xie Xiang has returned to his usual smile, stepped forward to take a look at the painting in his hand, and sincerely praised: "Where did Grandpa receive the treasure?"

Xie Henghai didn't explain to him, carefully put down the painting, then looked up at his second grandson: "Why are you free to come over today?"

Xie Xiang smiled with his hands behind his back, and said seriously: "Grandpa, I want to invite you to look at a painting, so that your eyes will shine."

At the time of the AKW competition, it is more delicate to look at the paintings at this time, but his grandson Xie Henghai still gave me some face and frowned: "What painting?"

Xie Xiang carefully opened the painting behind him and spread it on the desk in front of him.

Xie Henghai rolled his eyes, was taken aback, and picked it up.

This painting of landscape painting has a profound artistic conception, gentleness and softness, and it is a rare masterpiece. He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't match this style with those in the painting circle. He frowned: "Whose work?"

"Young master of the Shen family, Shen Baibai." Xie Xiang couldn't help laughing smugly.

Xie Henghai's brows and eyes became gentler.Shen Baibai's reputation is very good. He had heard from the students in the circle that young master Shen was good at playing the piano, but he didn't expect that he would also make great achievements in painting.

But Xie Li has a distinctive style of landscape painting, pearls and jade. Although such a painting is good, it can't be said to be more special.

So I just nodded approvingly: "Very good, I can remind him to pay more attention to the smudge effect, and it can be improved to a higher level."

Then I put it on again, spread a piece of paper again, and prepared to write a word for Xie Li's painting.

Xie Xiang waited for a long time for such an answer, he was stunned, and asked hesitantly: "Grandpa?"

Xie Henghai had already touched his pen and ink, and raised his eyes impatiently: "What else?"

Xie Xiang immediately didn't dare to ask any more questions, he put away the painting and withdrew.

After going out, he frowned. He had shown this painting to many painters before, and they were all amazed and shocked. How come Xie Henghai reacted so calmly.

He was about to take the painting down the steps and leave when he suddenly saw a person in the car window not far away.

Xie Li was looking over here with a half-smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.Seeing him look over, he even made a gesture of firing a gun, and there was a silent "bang".

The tinted glass windows were closed, and the Maybach drove away.Xie Xiang looked very ugly.

"Master, I didn't expect you to be so good at drawing!"

In the car, Butler Zhao was very excited, as if the tens of millions of bank cards were already in front of him.

Xie Li looked out the car window with an indifferent expression, neither happy nor unhappy.

He was distracted when his cell phone rang suddenly, he frowned and connected.

On the opposite side was Zhou Anyu's bluffing voice: "Young Master Li! Are you coming to the banquet tonight!"

He was about to refuse casually, but the other party suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Xiaobai and Cheng Yiming are both here~"

Suddenly, Xie Li recalled this episode.

In the original book, "Xie Li" drugged Gu Qian's wine at a drinking party after Meng Ruixue's birthday party, and wanted to take the opportunity to eat him up, but Gu Qian saw through.

After the other party scolded him severely for being shameless, he endured the medicine and left. In the end, by accident, he bumped into Shen Baibai, who was worried and came to check the situation, and a one-night love happened in a daze.

Also from then on, "Xie Li" was completely excluded by the people in the circle, except for a careless Zhou Anyu, no one would talk to him anymore.

Xie Li narrowed his eyes.

In fact, he himself can't tell now whether he wants to win the game and get the money to fly away, or he wants to ruin the plot of the original book completely.

This kind of inexplicable unwillingness and anger towards the original plot, even he himself can't explain the reason.

He said coldly, "Send me the address."

"okay!"