Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 49

Mr. Wenman smiled and said: "Maybe there are so many connoisseurs, none of them can see through the painting itself like you."

David lowered his head in embarrassment, "Let's go take a look at Mr. Wenman's favorite work."

That night, Mr. Wenman and Olivier were in a French restaurant.

"He likes your paintings very much, Olivan." Mr. Wenman picked up the wine glass and sniffed it between his nose.

"That's my honor." Olivan responded lightly.

"I'm curious, since you guys know each other, why didn't you let me tell him you're in Washington?"

The lip line outlines an arc that is rounder than red wine, and Oliwen's eyes are mysterious and dark, "Because I want to surprise him."

At the same time as the art exhibition was going on, there was a wine festival at the International Exhibition Center.

Red wines from France, Australia, Spain and the United States became the focus of all.

David came to the venue in person. Since the color and aftertaste of his red wine were widely recognized, there were so many wine merchants and sommeliers who came to taste it that he was almost overwhelmed.

But his heart is happy.

Ruby, did you see that?There are so many people like my red wine with you!

Before the end of the exhibition, David had signed more than a dozen large wine distributors, and even a high-end wine magazine "Alice" wanted to write a special article for his wine.It was beyond David's expectation to be recognized by "Alice" so quickly.This made him even busier.

The editor-in-chief of "Alice" is a capable and tasteful woman, Olia Keane.

David talked with her freely, and did not appear nervous because of the identity of the other party and the importance of this interview.He talked about his and Ruby's vineyards, about the workers there.

"Mr. Hovland, I have interviewed so many people, only in your mouth, red wine becomes art. I can see, hear and smell everything you say."

David's demeanor left a deep impression on Olia.

On the last day of the Wine Festival, the names of the best wines will be announced.

Although this laurel crown fell on a well-known red wine, what excited David the most was that in another special award, the "Most Popular Award", the host announced the name of "Ruby".

David stepped onto the podium amid applause.

At this time, the host announced: "Today, we have brought another surprise for these red wines that have been recognized by many sommeliers - that is, Mr. Olivan Kane, a great painter, will personally draw the labels for these red wines." !"

As soon as the news was announced, there was an uproar in the audience.

The spotlights flickered, and everyone's eyes focused on a man in a dark blue suit. He slowly walked onto the stage and took photos with wine merchants who had won awards.

David was stunned, what the hell is going on?

Don't you wake up yet? It was a dream for "Ruby" to win the "Most Popular Award", and the appearance of Oliwen was also a dream?

At this moment, Oliwen walked towards David, whose eyes were blank.

He is approaching me?

Why is he here?Why didn't anyone tell him that Olivier would be at the wine festival?

What should he do?

Thinking that he almost ran away without saying goodbye, David's heart trembled.

Olivan's famous line "the choice ... or state prison" still rings in my ears.

In this world, Oliwen is probably the person who knows his own details best. Will he expose himself to the media present?

David's heartbeat became more and more chaotic, and he couldn't hold the bottle of red wine in his hand.

The moment the wine bottle fell, Oliwen leaned slightly and held it up.

The host also half-jokingly said: "It seems that Mr. Hovland was very shocked by the presence of the great painter Mr. Kane!"

For a moment, the sound of the camera shutter gathered into a tidal wave, making David not sure where to look.

Olivan's palm was on his hand, and the other hand pressed his side waist, and brought him over. The bodies of the two were pressed against each other. David secretly wanted to break free, but the strength of the other party was still not great. like an artist.

"Do you want to run away in public?"

Olivan's voice had a teasing tone and a hint of teasing, but in David's ears, it turned into sarcasm.

He grins stiffly until Olivan walks over to another vintner.

The agents in the audience were extremely excited. If Oliwen was the one who drew the label for David's wine, then the value of the wine would not only lie in itself, but also in terms of the quality of David's wine, it would not take five years." "Ruby" will also step into the ranks of luxury red wine.

But David was frustrated.I was too stupid to come to attend the Washington Wine Festival. This is America, not France... Once "Ruby" becomes famous, how could he not be caught by Olivier?

With Oliwen's personality, David would definitely be fuming with anger if he ran away without saying anything.

If you think about it with your toes, if a well-known artist like Olivan says he is a liar, no matter how many excuses he has, the media will definitely be one-sided, and not only himself will be finished, but "Ruby" will also be finished.

After the awards ceremony, David tactfully told those dealers who wanted to sign contracts with him to talk about it next time, and left the wine festival as if fleeing for his life.

Amid the din of people, Oliwen watched David's back, pushed aside the excited crowd, and quickly followed him.

David walked faster and faster to the parking lot.

What should he do now?Should I take Diana and flee back to France immediately?

When he came to his car, he took out the key, feeling too nervous, accidentally dropped the key on the ground.

Just as he was about to bend down, someone had already picked up the bunch of keys for him.

"Long time no see, David."

The sound quality was extremely familiar, but it lacked a bit of coldness and irony.

David straightened up and gritted his teeth.

Damn, what are you afraid of him doing?Isn't he a person with one mouth and two legs?

"Yes."

David's voice trembled slightly, he really wanted to hammer himself to death, if that bastard Olivan knew that he was afraid, he would probably show that uncomfortable smile again.

Olivan shook the key, David stretched out his hand, and the key slowly fell into his palm.

The calm heartbeat that had been maintained for a long time became disordered again.

"When you left, you never thought about seeing me again, did you?" Olivan's voice was unexpectedly light.

David raised his eyes unnaturally, and when he met those ice blue eyes, he seemed as indifferent as before, but seemed a little warmer, "I... have something to do."

"I know." Olivan's tone dropped, with a hint of anger. Just when David gasped and felt that the other party was about to embarrass him, Olivan chuckled and lifted his tie, "I remember telling you a long time ago that the double Windsor knot is more suitable for you."

David was stunned, he rarely saw Olivan's smile, and the cells in his whole body trembled.

Olivan flexibly untied his bow tie with his slender and elegant fingers.His movements were methodical, and David's breathing slowed down.

Then, the tie was untied, and with a grunt, David swallowed, and the surge of his Adam's apple made the curve of Olivan's lips wider, which made David think that the other party was messing with him.

Soon, a beautiful double Windsor knot was completed.

Olivan's brows and eyes were very close to him, and the softness in his eyes seemed to return to the day David left.

He leaned his upper body, and the other party sat on the sofa, put down the newspaper, and tied the tie for him.

If David still has any nostalgia for Olivier Kane, it is probably the extravagant tenderness in just a dozen seconds.

"Okay." Olivan's voice brought David back to his thoughts.

"Thank you..." David leaned back stiffly.

He wanted to leave the opponent's range, but the faint fragrance on Oliwen's neck made him wonder how to think.

"Thank you for what?" Olivan leaned towards him unrelentingly, and slowly turned his head, like the prelude to a kiss in a movie, such ambiguity had never appeared in his imagination.

Just when David turned his head away, Olivan's lips touched.

The tide overflowing in the heart suddenly surged.

How could this be what Olivan did?Could this be his newly invented method of torture?

David, who was sober, pushed the opponent out suddenly, but he didn't want Olivan to grab David's wrist and drag him towards him.David struggled harder, and Oliwen simply wrapped his arms around David's waist and strangled him tightly in his arms.

The strength of his arms is too strong, it can even be described as rude, but the way of kissing is so gentle that people don't know how to refuse.The lips were parted, and Olivan guided David slowly and patiently, as if to prove: Don't be afraid, I can be gentle too.

Every inch of the mouth was swept over by the other party, and Olivan sucked David's lips over and over again, closing his eyes to enjoy his warmth and moisture.Until David kept resisting his hands and slowly lowered them, Olivan was finally able to concentrate on holding the other's head and kissing heartily.

Oliwen's scale is getting bigger and bigger, and the meaning of possession gradually spread in this kiss.

David began to be terrified, and when the other party was immersed in it, he suddenly pushed the other party out, opened the car door without looking at it, sat in, and locked the car door, all the actions were done in one go, and the car drove out like... And escape means.

Oliwen stood where he was, looking at the direction in which the car was leaving, and reached out to touch his lips, as if David's temperature was still there.