Chapter 130: He Was a Devil

Then, a group of people looked in the direction she was pointing.



Henry was walking slowly.



Henry had a great figure. He seemed to be 1.9 meters tall.



The most striking part was his long black hair that was tied loosely at the back of his head. His hair was
very long, but he was not feminine.



He was a clean and handsome man with delicate and perfect facial features, just like a good sculpture.



Deep eyes were more beautiful than the stars in the sky. He also had a good-looking nose, just like a
half-breed.



His thin lips were sexy, red and delicate, and they were as attractive as jelly.



There was also a mole at the corner of his eye, but it was not obvious.





His masculinity made people reluctant to look away.



He unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt. He was sexy, but not disgusting.



Even if he was a play boy, he was also the most charming and handsome play boy.



Any woman was willing to entangle with him.



Emily couldn't help admiring. This man was really more beautiful than a woman.



But, he had strong male hormones and was not feminine at all.



In the evening, such a handsome guy suddenly appeared in the street. The girls in the whole street
may be staring at him.



Was it not dangerous for him to come out at night?





You know, there seemed to be many cases of women raping men. Oh my god! Her thought was too
bad.



Emily quickly came to her sense and patted Sally on the forehead.



“Haven't you seen a handsome man? Isn't Joe handsome? Isn't Terry handsome? Don't stare at him.”



“What? How can Joe compare with him? Terry is too tough... “



Realizing that she had said something not good, Sally quickly lowered her head to drink and shut up.



But she still couldn't help looking up, quietly looking at the man sitting next seat to them.



He was so handsome and had an aura of gentleman. Why did he come to the night market to eat food
like them?





Emily took a look at Terry. She didn't think Henry was a person who would come to the night market to
eat.



Although his clothes were not luxurious but rather low-key, he had an aura of nobleman. He must be a
super rich man.



Terry shook his head. He could feel Henry didn't want to hurt them.



Emily pursed her lips. Since Terry said there was no danger, she didn't care.



She found the original pattern of Rufus's painting on her mobile phone and showed it to others.



“This is the original pattern. I don't know how you found it. The lines of the painting were not good at
all.”



“I just found it casually. Anyway, it was just an assessment. And the painting was not commercial, so I
just used it casually.”





Rufus was a little aggrieved. He really didn't want to plagiarize others. He just used it to color.



“I don't mean to blame you. Don't be nervous."



Emily smiled, and then went on, "I asked you a question that day. Except for the original pattern, did
you finish the rest of the painting?"



“Yes.” He only used the original pattern to color.



“I think you'd better stop coloring.”



As Rufus's expression got worse, Emily said, "In this project, you can be in charge of drawing lines.”



“Draw lines?” Although he was good at it, Aryan was better than him.



Aryan didn't need to draw lines slowly, because he not only drew fast, but also drew well!





For Aryan, drawing lines was almost redundant.



It would be OK to let the person who was in charge of coloring draw a little.



In this way, they didn't need another person to draw lines.



Rufus looked at Aryan who just lowered his head to eat. He didn't seem to have said anything all night.



He was a dull man, but he got on well with them.



Although Lois didn't know how to draw painting, but Aryan was assessed by her and she probably
knew Aryan's ability.



“Emily, Aryan is very great. Maybe our club didn't need people to draw lines.”



“If Aryan draws two chapters a day, can he still finish them without drawing lines?”

“Two chapters a day? You mean that kind of chapter that has forty scenes totally?” Sally almost
sprayed her drink out.





She choked on her drink.



“Ah! Emily, are you kidding me? "



It was amazing that the best painter could paint three chapters a week. It would be crazy to draw two
chapters a day.



Aryan looked at Emily, too.



Although he had absolute confidence in his ability, he couldn't draw two chapters a day.



Aryan said, "If I don't sleep all night, except for class time, I can only draw one chapter a day and I can't
do more.”



Even Aryan said he couldn't do it. It was impossible to draw two chapters a day.





"You just painted five pages in three hours. I went to the most popular platform to investigate. A chapter
is about 40 scenes, and about 12 or 13 pages.”



“Therefore, I may not be able to finish a chapter in a day...”



Emily interrupted him and showed a confident smile.



“No, if you just draw a little finely, and we'll find a person to draw lines and two persons to color, I
believe it is possible to finish two chapters a day."



If he just drew a little finely, and didn't finish the painting totally, finishing two chapters a day was...



Aryan thought over and looked at Emily, "Do you want to finish a half story before the preliminary
contest?"



“It's a long story. I just want to finish the part one first. If the result is great, we will continue with the
second one. "





As long as the first part had a small ending, it was still an independent work.



They could be able to pass the preliminary contest if they took this work to compete.



“The first one is about forty chapters. The preliminary contest is in the middle of the month, so we have
half a month to do it.”



"If he draws two chapters a day, half a month is not enough...”



“I didn't say that he would paint two chapters a day on weekends. At least, he must finish three
chapters a day at weekends."



Three chapters a day! She was crazy! Even the god can't do it!



Emily scooped a bowl of porridge and pushed it to Aryan with a big smile.



But in others’ view, this smile was really terrible.





“Come on, eat more. Tonight is your last indulgence. From tomorrow on, you must work hard.”



It seemed that he was going to hell after tonight.



Sally still shook his head, "It's impossible to draw forty chapters in half a month...”



“If you and Joe can't color in sync, I'll kill you.”



Emily was still smiling, but the smile was frightening.



Sally couldn't help shivering, "Emily, you're terrible! How could you become so terrible?”



“I'm terrible? I'm so sweet and lovely.”



Emily patted her face and didn't feel she was terrible.



“You are terrible!” Sally insisted!





“Since you've been with that terrible man, you've become as terrible as him! You've been spoiled by
that man



“This is patent nonsense!" Emily wouldn't admit, "I'm not spoiled by that devil!”



“Ha.” Henry at the next table finally couldn't help laughing.



In his wife's heart, he was a devil.


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