This realization made Xiaodao's heart tighten, this woman is really as she said, just for the so-called "yiyeqing"!

The coldness in her eyes at the moment was as if she was facing a stranger. ▲≥▲≥▲≥ reading▲≥ book, .√.≧o As if she and his joy last night did not appear.

The knife looked at Ding Lan, looked at the coldness in her eyes, and for a moment, he pinched his fingers hard without a trace, and released it without a trace, and then smiled indifferently.

What is he doing here?

got up, walked to the landline in the room, and dialed the service number at the front desk of the club:

"Within half an hour, Dolce &Gabbana's latest women's models of the season were delivered to my room."

With that, the knife hung up the phone, leaned against the table, took out a cigarette again, lowered his head and lit it, the blue and white smoke curled up, and the deep and three-dimensional facial features on his face were a little unreal.

Ding Lan sat expressionlessly, neither polite nor silent, just waiting quietly.

The atmosphere between the two seems to be between **, from the boiling point to the freezing point, but it seems that no one wants to break it easily.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang on time, and the clubhouse attendant and the staff of Dolce &Gabbana walked in with the latest women's clothes.

Ding Lan's eyes swept lightly from those clothes, and then landed on a simple black dress.

Seeing this, the knife unconsciously picked his eyebrows.

This woman ...... I like black so much, I heard that only people who are gloomy in their hearts will have a soft spot for black "seqin"!

After changing her clothes, when Ding Lan came out of the bedroom, she had already recovered her usual arrogant and indifferent young painter, and she glanced at the knife lightly:

"I'll ask the assistant to send you the money for the clothes later!"

"No need!"

Ding Lan's voice was indifferent, and the knife didn't have any emotion, Ding Lan paused, then nodded, but he didn't get too entangled in this matter.

She picked up her handbag and walked to the door without looking back, without even saying a word of goodbye, she just pushed the door and walked out.

Finally, there was a small sound of the door closing in the room, and the sound was like a heavy hammer, smashing the heart of the knife.

The room was empty, and it was clear that he was still there, but it made him feel as if there was no one, and it was even more empty.

She's a veteran, and the knife can tell.

This kind of thing may happen in her life every day, so she can be at ease, obviously he has not been without a woman, nor has he never had "yiyeqing", but I don't know why, Ding Lan gives him the feeling that he is different from others!

The woman had a mysterious and fatal attraction all over her body.

The knife pressed the corner of his forehead with a headache, and the corner of his mouth inexplicably hooked up a touch of bitterness:

"Fan Ye, "yiyeqing" is just, why are you persistent?"

……

Because of the previous incident, the company deliberately changed a very private residence for Ding Lan. So this time, although she made the headlines again, when she returned home, she was not chased and intercepted by some paparazzi reporters.

Although she is a celebrity, compared with those business celebrities and entertainment stars, the topic and attention of a painter are obviously not so high.

Rao is like this, and she Ding Lan has also become the most plagued by negative news at the art festival.

When she got home, Ding Lan took a shower, and when the hot water poured on her skin, she inexplicably remembered the knife and the different feeling that the man brought her.

In the past, she never knew that there were some things that could be so hearty.

What the knife brought to her was real sex and love!

There seems to be something in the body that is slowly agitated, like a restless factor hidden in the blood, and after being stimulated, it begins to move outward little by little.

Ding Lan's eyes dimmed, he turned off the shower suddenly, grabbed his black silk bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

When she came to the workshop, she no longer had the same exhaustion of inspiration as before, looking at the canvas was like looking at the despair and suffocation of a cliff, and the inspiration was like a gushing spring, endless.

A painting, from the day to the branches on the moon, Ding Lan didn't feel tired at all.

When a painting was completed, Ding Lan's fingers trembled almost with excitement, and she curled up to light a cigarette and inhale hard a few times to calm herself down.

On the canvas, a man's slender fingers are slightly bent, as if they were in the posture of entering Ding Lan's body, and the fine lines and veins on the fingertips are unusually clear.

Ding Lan looked at it and felt very satisfied inexplicably.

She raised her hand, and gently touched the lifelike hand on the picture with some greed, and for a moment, she smiled lightly at the corner of her lips.

……

This night, Ding Lan slept extremely peacefully, and early the next morning, the assistant came over safely.

In addition to helping Ding Lan arrange some work matters and some trivial matters in life, she will also help Ding Lan deal with them. So apart from Ding Lan, Enron is the only one who has the key to her house.

Ding Lan, who was woken up from a good dream, was a little angry, his eyebrows were twisted like a "Chuan" word, and he stared at An Ran with an almost killing gaze.

An Ran was a little frightened by Ding Lan's gaze, and hurriedly and carefully changed the topic:

"Sister Lan, the company has found it.

That message was first posted on an art forum, and we've found the IP that posted it. Later, the company and the magazines and newspapers that published the news can now be sure that they were the same people who gave them the news and the one who first published it on the forum!

Sister Lan, this time is different from before, someone is specifically targeting you and coming at you! ”

Enron reported the results of the company's investigation to Ding Lan, Ding Lan pursed his lips and stared silently, but the light in his eyes was cold as if he could freeze people.

Specifically for her?

Ding Lan thought about it, although she was alone, it was hard to guarantee that no one would look at her unpleasantly.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Ding Lan suddenly laughed without any real photos, this smile, somehow, actually made An Ran feel creepy.

"Sister Lan...... The company wants to hear your opinion, and we ...... about it."

"Lawsuit!"

Ding Lan opened his mouth very casually and said three words, and An Ran couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

You must know that Ding Lan has been exposed to negative news a lot in the past, and the intensity is not more ruthless than this time. But every time, Ding Lan showed indifference, as if the person standing on the cusp was not her.

And this time, Ding Lan unexpectedly wanted to file a lawsuit, which was really a big surprise to Enron.

More importantly, such a solution is undoubtedly a maintenance of Ding Lan's negative image, after all, the exhibition is about to start in three months.

Thinking of this, An Ran couldn't help but get excited:

"Sister Lan, great, you've finally figured it out!"

An Ran's side was as excited as if he had won five million in the lottery ticket, but Ding Lan over there showed a lack of interest:

"Figure out what?"

"Huh? Aren't you trying to protect your image so you want to go to court against that person? ”

"Who said I was here to maintain my image?"

Ding Lan suddenly felt funny, where else did she have any image? She thought that if it weren't for her so-called talent and talent, if it weren't for the fact that her paintings could command a good price, I'm afraid no one would pay so much attention to her.

And the reason why she wants to go to court is only because, all of a sudden, she wants to do it!

"That ......"

Hearing this, An Ran couldn't help but blink his big eyes twice, and asked Ding Lan very puzzled:

"Sister, you're because of ......"

"There's no reason for it, it's just that I want to do it all of a sudden."

“……”

"Isn't it possible?"

Ding Lan's eyebrows raised slightly, instantly setting off her already cold and glamorous face even sharper, An Ran subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and hurriedly nodded:

"Okay, okay! You name it! ”

This aunt is notoriously weird-tempered, she does her own thing, she finally doesn't know which tendon in her head is wrong, she made such a correct decision once in a hundred years, she doesn't want to provoke Ding Lan and regret it again.

Thinking of this, An Ran felt that it was better for him to evacuate early!

"Ahem!"

An Ran pretended to clear his throat:

"Sister, then I'll go back to the company first, you can call me if there's anything!"

As he spoke, An Ran was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, he was stopped by Ding Lan behind him:

"Wait!"

An Ran's body stiffened violently when he heard the sound, and his back instantly collapsed straight.

No way? Regretted it so quickly? Isn't she happy in vain?

Just when An Ran was trembling and waiting for Ding Lan's final "verdict", there was a sound of the tip of the pen and the paper rubbing against each other behind him.

After a moment, Ding Lan raised his head expressionlessly, took the piece of paper and a long black skirt and walked up to An Ran:

"First go to the dolce &gabbana store to see the market price of this dress, and then according to the original price, send the money to the orange club and let them give it to the guests in this room!"

An Ran took the note and skirt in confusion, and after a moment of understanding, his face couldn't help but be a little dark.

"Sister, this is your ......"

"If you talk nonsense again, I won't go to court!"

Ding Lan's black eyes were indifferent, but he easily grabbed An Ran's seven inches, and An Ran's expression was awe-inspiring, which suddenly made people feel like a strong man breaking his wrist:

"Sister, don't worry, I will definitely do it for you! 8☆8☆.＄.

I'm going now, sister, you don't have to send it! ”

After speaking, he hurriedly ran out of Ding Lan's house.

Ding Lan stood in place, for a moment, and suddenly laughed lightly. It's just that after laughing, even she was stunned, when did she start to want to laugh so involuntarily?

Like, it started with meeting that man!

"Small, knife!"

Suddenly, Ding Lan slowly opened his lips and muttered a few words from between his lips and teeth:

"What a name!"