Hello, Mr. Brent

Chapter 148

Emily wandered aimlessly through the streets, stomping his feet from time to time in anger, looking like

a psychopath.

The people around her saw that she was far away, as if they were afraid that she would suddenly

attack and beat them up.

"Emily?" A familiar voice sounded from behind.

Emily stopped and turned around and saw Alan standing behind her.

"Alan, why are you here?" Emily asked.

Alan smiled and said, "I wanted to ask you more. When I came out of the store, I saw a strange girl

stomping her feet. She looked like you. I didn't expect it to be you."

Emily blushed and laughed at herself, "I must look like a lunatic! When you The Brents people see me,

they will say I'm sick again."

"I'm not the Brents," Alan said.

Emily was taken aback. Remembering his background, he quickly said, "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay. I think you're in a bad mood. Why, did you quarrel with Mr. Brent?" Alan asked.

Emily touched his face and said, "Is it obvious?"

Alan chuckled and said, "It's not obvious. It's much better than when I saw the angry girl. By the way,

where are you going? I'll give you a ride!"

"There's nowhere to go," said Emily, sighing.

Alan blinked and paused for a moment, "I'm going to a beautiful place to sketch. Are you interested in

coming with me?"

"Sketching?" Emily was surprised.

Alan raised the drawing board in her hand and said, "I usually like to draw. If I can't make a living in the

Brents in the future, I might become a painter."

"You can still draw! That's amazing. Are you going to sketch outside? Is it inconvenient to take me with

you?" Emily said with a face full of admiration. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Alan said, "It won't be inconvenient. I'm happy to have you with me. I have someone to talk to and

inspire me."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Emily nodded immediately.

Alan's car was on the side of the road. She got in the car with her and drove away.

Because the trip was rather rushed, and it was self-driving. So Emily didn't even have the chance to go

back to get his id card. He bought two clothes on the way and followed Alan.

The car had been driving for a day and a night, and in the middle of it, Franklin called and asked

unhappily, "Where are you?"

"I'm with my friends, and you don't have to care," said Emily coldly.

Franklin said coldly, "If you're with Alan, come back immediately. Emily, you can mistake me for being

angry with me, but you can't touch my bottom line."

"Who touched your bottom line?" Franklin, don't think that you're the only one who has a bottom line. I

have one too. When you lied to me, why didn't you think that you wouldn't touch my bottom line? Can

only you be treated with respect?"

"Emily, come back right away. You have no idea what Alan is up to. He's not as simple as you think,"

Franklin roared.

Emily was angry, and Alan was naturally unhappy to hear Franklin say that.

Just as he was about to refute, he didn't expect his phone to run out of battery. The call was cut off, and

the phone was blacked out. She was so angry that she could only throw it aside.

Alan naturally heard it from the side and asked, "Do you want me to turn around and send you back?"

"No, why should I go back?" Emily said coldly.

Alan sighed and said slowly, "He has always had a problem with me. He feels that my presence is a

potential threat to him. No wonder he's so angry when you're with me."

"Don't think so. You're fine. He's too petty." Emily felt sorry for Alan and couldn't help but comfort her.

Alan chuckled, "Emily, are we friends?"

"Of course," Emily said immediately.

Alan said, "If there is any dispute between me and him in the future, will you help him or me?"

"You... You think too much about what kind of dispute you can have. He's... He can be quite

inexplicable at times, but he's still a fair person. He should be guilty of you, and he won't deliberately

make things difficult for you," Emily explained in a low voice.

Alan smiled bitterly. Emily's words seemed to be for his sake, but in fact, he defended Franklin

everywhere.

She's still on his side after all!

Alan thought to himself, but did not say it.

After a day and a night of driving, the car finally reached the place where Alan went.

This is a village in a big mountain, but it is still a minority. The undeveloped villages were indeed

beautiful and the air was fresh. They couldn't drive in and were forced to park in the town outside. They

walked in, but the fresh air along the way was refreshing.

Alan found a civilian to live in, and this house had an extra house, so he rented it to them.

He also helped Emily find a suit of their clothes. Alan only looked good when she put it on. She sat on

the stone steps under the setting sun and drew them at her.

"That's great," Emily said excitedly, holding Alan's painting.

She thought that Alan said he liked to draw, just a hobby. I didn't expect to be shocked when I saw

Alan's paintings.

This is not a hobby, it can be called a professional.

Even a professional might not be able to draw to his level. It was obvious that he could achieve his

current achievements after years of experience.

"When did you learn to draw?" Asked Emily.

Alan thought about it and said, "When I was about three years old, I liked to draw with a pen when I

was two. My mother helped me find a teacher to teach me. He also said that I was very talented. I

studied for seven years and was brought back to the Brents when I was ten. But when I was in college,

my hobby was drawing. If it wasn't... If it wasn't for a special reason, I think I'd already made some

progress in this area."

"You can do it now too! You look so good at it. If you study hard, you will definitely achieve something,"

Emily said.

Alan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Not now. I have other things to do."

Emily sighed and felt sorry for him. It was a pity that he couldn't draw anymore.

In the evening, the owner of the house brought them dinner and two quilts. Because there was only

one room and fortunately there were two beds, Emily didn't think much about it.

After dinner, she decided to lie in bed and rest after a simple familiarity. After all, she had been driving

for so long, and she was really tired after driving on the mountain road.

The facilities here were also underdeveloped, and there was only a faint light in the room, emitting an

orange light. Emily lay on the bed and saw Alan come in. He wanted to talk to him, but he was stunned

when he came in.

Alan did not notice her abnormality and smiled, "Let's go to the flower field here tomorrow! You stand in

the flower field and I will draw a portrait of you. It must be very beautiful."