Chapter 133

In the simple room, standing in front of Harvey, Shirley maid's skirt is a little messy and at a loss. Standing in front of Harvey, her black hair falls to her forehead and her eyes are red. Looking at Harvey who forced in, her left hand pinches the apron of the maid's skirt unnaturally, and for fear of being found, she releases it quickly, and her right hand half covers her cheek.

Weak and slow, this is Shirley's response to Harvey.

The atmosphere was silent. Harvey stopped for a while and then walked over. He reached out and took off Shirley's white maid hat. His black hair slid down her fingertips. Harvey looked down at Shirley, who was crying like a kitten, and said with a smile, "it's much better."

Shirley looked unnatural, looked up at Harvey, then fell down and trembled and said, "I'm sorry."

"Why apologize."

"I just need a little time."

"Me too."

Harvey hugs Shirley's waist and holds her face. She reaches for the glasses and puts them on the desk. Knowing what Harvey wants to do next, Shirley takes a small step back and shakes her head firmly.

"Master"

Harvey doesn't care so much. She bows her head and kisses her sweet cherry lips. This time, Shirley doesn't just accept it. She tries her best to break away from Harvey.

Gradually, she was not struggling. She closed her eyes and shed tears.

She looked at Harvey stubbornly and muttered, "Sir, I don't want to ruin your relationship with Miss Diana."

"I know, but I don't want to ruin our relationship." Harvey reached for her hair and said with a smile, "let's talk about the illustration of the new novel. I've been thinking about it for a long time. I haven't had time to tell you."

Shirley has no intention of staying in this topic, and she responds softly.

The layout of her room is very simple. A desk facing the window, a wardrobe and a bed are all of Shirley's life. Shirley sits down in front of the simple desk, and Harvey stands behind her and puts down her manuscripts.

Shirley is absent-minded and reads the manuscript. Harvey helps her analyze the plot and characters of the novel.

Harvey told her in detail the illustration style required by the novel, and explained in detail the various characters in the novel. From identity to status, character to environment, behavior to connotation temperament, only all aspects of information can build a complete figure illustration.

These illustrations are closely related to Harvey's "Legend of hearthstone" game, so each one needs to be refined.

Shirley tries to draw illustrations according to Harvey's instructions. Her concentrated work seems to make her forget her inner depression.

As it was getting dark, Harvey, standing behind Shirley, looked at Shirley's beautiful side face and felt that she had calmed down a lot. Then he whispered, "Shirley, there's one thing I didn't tell you about the plot of count of Monte Cristo."

"What."

"Originally, I planned to film the film version of the count of Monte Cristo as a composite of Meredith and the count of Monte Cristo." This is the ending of the film version of the earth's count of Monte Cristo. In a sense, it's a good ending. This choice is like playing the game of love cultivation. Entering the strategic line of a female character, it is necessary to give up another. In the film version of count of Monte Cristo, Haide does not have the obsession in the novel, and deliberately weakens the influence of the character.

Shirley shook her head and said, "it's not a good ending. Everyone would say that Meredith is no longer worthy of the count of Monte Cristo."

"I think so, too."

Shirley's delicate body trembles, and the lines drawn in her hand are in a mess.

Harvey hugged his warm body from behind and whispered, "but I really like the ending, because I like the role of Meredith, though not so perfect. At that time, I was thinking, should we consider a more perfect ending? Although it's not very realistic. "

Shirley shook her head and looked dim. "The count is not so selfish. He won't do it. Meredith also has a son. Although she loves the count deeply, she is always the wife of others. How can the readers make the plot and the truth move people's hearts? The end that the master thinks will only make count of Monte Cristo a mediocre work."

Harvey looked at Shirley in surprise. He never thought she would say this. He leaned over her ear and whispered, "the count of Monte Cristo is a noble man, but I'm not." the count of Monte Cristo is a novel for others, and I have a completely different ending in my heart. "

Shirley leaned her head against Harvey's face and didn't speak. Although she was insensitive to Harvey, she could see through the essence of things in other aspects.

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Deep in the night, Shirley packed up her painting tools and took off her rimless glasses. She wrapped them in soft cloth and put them in a prominent place on her desk. She came to the window and looked at the dark street view outside. There were only some houses on both sides of the road with lights on. The weak lights, buildings of different styles and the deep alleys were more mysterious.

She felt a little cold. She put her arms around her body and sat down at the desk. She took out a mirror from the drawer. In the mirror, her black hair was down. She was very beautiful, but her face was a bit haggard.

"Jealous?"

Inside the mirror, Shirley smiles coyly. Her brown eyes are gradually covered with black, and her heart is red.

Shirley bit her lower lip and said nothing. She shook her head and nodded.

"After taking care of him for so many years, you have almost paid off the sins you think you owe to the Adrian family, although in my opinion, the wishes you made at that time were stupid. When can I collect the price?" Inside the mirror, Shirley's white skin turns brown, and her jade hand puts on long black gloves. She holds her chin and says with a gentle smile to Shirley in front of the mirror, which gives people a sense of danger.

Shirley shook her head helplessly: "get married, at least wait for the master's wedding day."

Inside the mirror, Shirley, who has brown skin, smiles and waves, "yes, my sweetheart. You don't need to put the mirror back. Today, your mood fluctuates so much that I will look at you, or you will have nightmares again. "

"Good night, Ms. devil." Shirley gave a farfetched smile.

"Shirley" with brown skin watched Shirley go back to bed until she went to sleep. She said with a smile, "it's really changed a lot."

Before long, Shirley's quiet sleeping face gradually became painful. She grabbed the quilt with one hand and uttered a faint cry for help: "help me... Don't... Don't experiment... Madam... Please..."

A wisp of black smoke comes out of her body and floats to the mirror. Then she is inhaled by Shirley and smiles contentedly. On the bed, Shirley falls asleep again.