This straight ball made Ikana stunned.

Growing up, it's not that no one has pursued her.

On the contrary, from the age of 15, she began to shape and pay attention to her figure and adjust her image.

Those who pursue her can line up from the Brooklyn Bridge to Hudson Bay.

Among the many suitors, the way to pursue her.

It's varied.

But no one has ever been as direct as Abel.

"Are you kidding?" Ikana was stunned and whispered.

"I'm serious." Able responded with a smile.

Ikana didn't know how to respond.

She smiled at Able and continued to jog.

Abel followed, and the two of them ran slowly on the Central Park track.

It's just that the previously pleasant atmosphere has become a little ambiguous and awkward.

"Hey~ bro."

Later, Ikana's bodyguard said to Abel's bodyguard:

"It looks like your boss wants to pursue my boss.

It's not that easy, there are so many people pursuing my boss that I haven't seen a single one succeed. ”

Johnson, the black bodyguard, is as cold and iceberg-faced as ever.

Lin, an Asian bodyguard, has a much kinder attitude and responds with a smile:

"Not necessarily."

Ikana's bodyguards tried to say more, but found the two employers in front of them stopping.

He quickly shut up.

The reason why Ikana and Abel stopped in front was because of Abel.

They stopped behind an old white man.

The old white man, who looked like a painter, was on the grass in Central Park, unfolding a drawing board, arranging many drawing tools, and sketching on the drawing board with a sketch pen.

There are many street artists and painters like the old man in Central Park.

There are similar people doing all kinds of things here every day.

"What's wrong?"

I was still thinking about how to deal with Ikeana, who was straightforward and undisguised in her pursuit of Abel, and asked him curiously.

"I want to give you a gift." Abel smiled.

Ikana tensed for a moment.

Gift-giving so soon?

Abel walked up to the white old man and gently patted the old man on the shoulder.

"Hey, painter. I'll talk to you about something. ”

"Sketch a portrait for $20 a piece, fifteen minutes.

With body and movement, $40 a piece, half an hour. ”

The old man didn't look back, didn't stop the paintbrush in his hand, and said directly.

At this time, Ikana also walked over and saw that the old man's drawing board was drawing the scenery in front of Central Park.

A little bear music statue, painted very well, can be said to be lifelike.

She wondered, did this man want this street painter to draw a sketch for her and give it to her as a gift?

If that's the case, it's really special.

But it's not very special.

"No, old man, I don't need you to draw." Abel said with a smile.

"Then why are you bothering me?" The old man turned around dissatisfied, the corners of his mouth were already grinning, and he looked like he was about to curse.

But when he looked back, he saw that it was a muscular, strong, tall young man who had disturbed his work.

I was about to scold the foul words, but I couldn't help but swallow back.

The old man looked terrified, pointed to the NYPD patrolling not far away, and then looked at Abel: "What do you want to do?" ”

Abel smiled and shook his head, snapping his fingers.

Lin, an Asian bodyguard, immediately ran over with a backpack on his back.

"Give him two hundred dollars."

Lin immediately took out two hundred dollars in cash from his backpack and handed it to the old man.

The old man took it in a daze, and took it by the way to see if it was a real banknote.

"For $200, I can paint ten portraits. Or five full-length portraits. The old man with the dollar bill said.

"I don't need you to paint. I'm just going to borrow your tools for a while. Able pointed to the sketchpad and the pile of sketching tools.

"Uh... No, these are my treasures..."

"Smack"

Abel snapped his fingers again, "Give him another two hundred dollars." ”

Bodyguard Lin handed over another $200 in cash.

The old man, who had received a total of four hundred dollar bills, was about to shine in his cloudy eyes.

His shriveled lips squirmed, and greed rose to want more.

Abel reacted faster and said softly:

"If that's not enough. Forget it, Lin, get our money back and leave. ”

The old man who opened his mouth and wanted more was suddenly startled, and saw the bodyguard Lin who reached over to get the money.

This old man, who looked to be in his sixties, was not at all like what he should be at this age.

He jumped up at once and shouted, "You can't take the money back, everything will be given to you." I don't want it! ”

Leaving such a sentence, he ran away quickly, and his movements were not like words.

It doesn't look like an old man at all.

Bodyguard Lin looked back at the boss, who smiled and shrugged.

Lin said, "BOSS, IMHO. These things aren't worth four hundred dollars, they're only worth fifty at most in second-hand stores. Even if it's brand new, it won't be more than one hundred and two. ”

What the old street painter left behind is a somewhat worn drawing board.

Dozens of drawing papers, a dozen used sketch pens, a simple shrink stool, and some erasers and stuff.

None of these things are new, and as Lin said, they are not valuable things.

"It doesn't matter. Just today, we sent a good fortune to this down-and-out painter. Abel said with a smile.

Even in Manhattan, New York, earning $400 a day is a high income.

Lin shrugged, "You're always so kind. But there's a little trouble over there. ”

He pointed to the southwest on the left, where there were two NYPDs, saw the movement on this side, and walked this way.

Without Abel's orders, Edward, a white man in the bodyguard group, took the initiative to greet him.

In the United States, it is safer and more effective to deal with the police, always with a white face.

At this time, Ikana couldn't help but say, "Is this a prank?" ”

She was referring to Abel's use of money to trick the old street painters.

"It's not."

Abel smiled: "This is a strange behavior of a male pursuing a female." ”

Lin, who was about to retreat, heard the boss's straightforward words.

I was very surprised.

In the pursuit of women, there has always been a boss with a lot of tricks.

Why is it so straightforward? It's no different from Nigo.

Even more vulgar than Brother Ni.

But he thought about it, maybe the boss is the right medicine?

Out of the corner of Lin's eye, he stole a glimpse of Ikana's reaction.

found that the latter blushed again and was stunned.

This made Lin confirmed.

That's what the boss did on purpose.

Ikana's side,

She was really a little uncomfortable, Abel's straightforward statement.

Her former suitors, no matter how straightforward and vulgar they were, would not be like Abel.

Even with her EQ and IQ that she has experienced a lot of shopping mall battles, she doesn't know how to reply at this time.

Fortunately, after Abel finished speaking, he sat down and sat on the second-hand stool left by the old man.

Pick up a sketch pen,

An art student who graduated from Rice University, he started painting in a corner of Central Park.