The Advent of the Infinite King

"Hey." Mori Kogoro felt a little helpless, "What time is it, you're still sleeping."

At the same time, the apartment opposite the Hanaoka Art Collection Office.

The room of Granite and Man was tightly covered by curtains. Although it was past twenty past four in the afternoon, he was still lying on the bed and sleeping.

Beside the bed was a beautiful woman in a purple nightdress with suspenders, revealing a large snow-white chest, and wearing glasses, while giggling, she painted a pink butterfly pattern on the sleeping granite face with nail polish.

Her actions woke up the Huagang Jianren on the bed, "What are you doing?" Huagang Jianren sat up from the bed, and said as if frightened.

"You're awake." The woman blinked.

Huagang Jianren wiped his face, "What is this? Is it paint? Die Ye."

Die Ye smiled and said, "No, it's nail polish. The color is very beautiful. It's only on the market today."

"I can't bear it." Huagang Jianren took out a piece of toilet paper from the paper drawer, and wiped his face vigorously.

"Why don't you hurry up and get ready." Die Ye opened the curtains, "Isn't there an appointment at five o'clock today, don't you forget, it's with some Mr. Detective."

"Oops."

"Hurry up, I've already put on the pants and socks for you." Die Ye pulled off the quilt covering Kaneto Huagang.

Chapter 110 Eighth Intent

"Don't be such a prank."

Huagang Jianren sat up from the bed and complained: "If my wife accidentally finds out, it will be over."

"I wiped it just to let her find me." Die Ye handed over the shirt, "In this way, you can divorce smoothly, and we can be together in a fair manner."

With a slap, each slap shattered her fantasy, and the pink nail polish also spilled on the floor.

"What do you mean?" Die Ye sat down on the ground, dropped his glasses to the side, and said, covering his cheeks.

Huagang Jianren squinted his eyes and said: "I told you a long time ago that the relationship between the two of us is purely business, and because of this, you can draw your favorite illustrations and live in such a luxurious apartment. "

"Idiot!" Die Ye stood up, gritted his teeth and said, "I will tell."

Hua Gangjian gave a cold snort, and said while buttoning up his shirt: "My wife has already found out, and she has already acquiesced."

Hearing this, Die Ye calmed down instead, raised the corner of his mouth and said, "It's not about us, it's about painting."

Granite Jianren's pupils suddenly shrank.

Die Ye sneered and said: "Do you want me to announce that 60.00% of your published works are drawn by me?" "Hey..."

"If everyone knows the truth, your status will plummet, and no one will buy your paintings." She crossed her arms and walked slowly towards the toilet.

She is very clear that this is a fatal handle for Hua Gang Jianren, and she is completely sure to manipulate it, and she will be the ultimate winner in this contest.

Huagang Jianren followed closely, stood at the door of the toilet and said, "Who would believe the words of a novice illustrator like you?"

Die Ye picked up the contact lens, "Don't you know that every time I finish a painting, I will put a special mark on it."

"You... what did you say?" Huagang Jianren hurried back to the room, took out his painting album, and flicked through it in a panic.

"Look carefully." Die Ye said while wearing contact lenses: "My painting has your autograph at the bottom."

Hua Gang Jianren looked at his painting collection in disbelief, and there was a striking butterfly mark under each signature.

"This is……"

"My signature." Die Ye said: "Even if the painting style is different, I still have this mark in my own works. Thanks to the increased workload you gave me, my original works have gradually become famous."

She blinked at the mirror with a smug smile, and adjusted her invisible eyes, "I also stayed up late today to rush out a painting, and I will send it to the publishing house by courier later, it seems that you will not be able to escape in your life." My palm is broken, what do you think?"

At this time, the hands of Huagang Jianren supporting the table had already started to tremble, and his patience had reached the limit.

After hearing Die Ye's last words, he lost his mind and grabbed a glass ashtray on the table and threw it on the head of Die Ye who was applying lipstick.

bang!

Mori Kogoro, who was waiting impatiently at the Hanaoka office, slapped the table hard, looked at his watch and said loudly, "How long do I have to wait! It's already 05:30!"

"There is no way." The telephone operator in the office said: "The teacher is not at home, and the studio can only turn on the answering machine."

Mr. Matsushita asked: "Isn't he in Chono? Because Chono's interjection is due today."

"Choye?" Mori Kogoro leaned forward.

Mr. Matsushita said, "That's a new illustrator. Look, her apartment is just across the way."

At this time, the phone rang.

"This is Hanaoka Design Company, hello." The operator picked up the phone, but the voice came in a blind voice, "Hello?"

"Who called?"

"It was a silent prank call."

Mao Lilan looked at Xie Chen who was lying on the window and asked, "What are you looking at, Xie Chen."

Xie Chen pointed to the opposite apartment and said, "I'm looking at the balcony of that apartment."

"kindness?"

"It's raining so hard, the quilt is not put away."