Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

At this time, she looks like a 19-year-old girl. She can't see any powder on her skin. It's as tender as litchi just shelled.

Jiang Zhao's mind moved and reached out to pinch ye'er's face. "Then I'll send you back later."

Ye'er saw the green light from the bottom of Jiang Zhao's eyes and suddenly understood what he meant, "no!"

Jiang Zhao's eyebrow peak gently picked, his tone was not warm or angry, "you tell me the conditions?"

Ye Er knows that Jiang Zhao is angry, angry? She can't offend him. If she wants to offend him, she has to wait until her brother's affairs are over, or she will lose the sleep she slept with him yesterday!

So, as soon as someone's back bone was soft, he leaned sideways against Jiang Zhao, reached out his slender jade arm, hooked his neck, hung his chin on his shoulder, and his lips stuck to his ears. He said softly, "Sir, my brother is only nine years old. What if I don't go back, run out and run around, and lose someone?"

Jiang zhaoer felt a thrilling evil spirit in his heart, and his body leaned closer to the co pilot's cab. He held Ye Er's chin in his big hand, but in summer, he rubbed and pressed the cherry powder and waxy soft lip petals with his cool fingers, and said in a low voice, "then go and tell him that it's something for a friend."

Kissing is better than expected and more frightened than expected. Breathing is rapid and heart rate is frenzied.

Men's hugs are unbearable and warm, but they don't carry any emotion except instinct.

Ye'er let Jiang Zhao kiss for a while before pushing him away and gasping with begging, "Monday... OK? I'll go with you after work. My brother is still young. He won't see me. I promise you everything except this. "

She dared not imagine that Jiang Zhao would agree, but Jiang Zhao unexpectedly let her go at this time.

Jiang Zhao adjusted his breathing, took a golden card from the dashboard, clamped his fingers and handed it to Ye Er, "take this back."

"Ah?"

Jiang Zhao put the card in ye'er's palm, and his integrity disappeared in front of people. As soon as he leaned over, he stretched out his mouth and bit ye'er's ear. His slender knuckles hooked the round collar of ye'er's pajamas, allowing a little spring light to fall into his drooping eyes.

The man said with a low smile, "don't you think your body is more valuable?"

"Don't you think your body is more valuable? Go there on Monday... "

Ye Er finally determined a position for herself. She was a prostitute. She wanted to sell to min Zikai before, but she killed a min mother on the way.

Later, she chose a good-looking, powerful buyer. She had to live by the buyer's face before the dust settled on her brother.

She had no choice. It was her luck that the buyer could look up to her, because now no one dares to take care of her except Jiang Zhao.

"Thank you, Shichang. Then I'll put it away." Ye Er showed a brilliant smile, clamped the card between his hands and rubbed it. It was like rubbing his hands in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month.

On Saturday, ye'er took Si Jie to see his father in prison, nothing more than telling each other that he was doing well. Don't worry.

Wutong went to school on Monday, and Ye Er went to Wutong street. It was hot outside. The street was always shady. The hundred years old parasol trees were deep rooted, and their hands covered the sky, and the sun was hot again.

Therefore, those artists can dip in ink and paint with a comfortable attitude.

Ye'er stood beside the boy and watched him make money with art without saying a word. A sketch is thirty, a color is thirty, and an oil painting is three hundred.

The boy's skin is white, and his hair is not as hot and dyed as children of the same age. His hair style is fresh and broken. The flowing sea in front of his forehead is tilted by the wind, covering half of his straight eyebrows. He is particularly quiet and beautiful by holding an oil color plate and dipping in color.

Until the buyer was sent away, ye'er began to joke with the boy, "Hey, that's good. You have to be a 10000 yuan household."

The boy said, "people don't paint oil paintings every day."

Ye Er felt bored and asked, "what is art?"

The boy looked down to pick up the paint and asked, "what do you think art is?"

Ye Er looked at the dazzling sunshine outside the crack of the tree, "I think all beautiful things are art."

The boy said casually, "like you?"

Ye'er looked at the boy. "Am I beautiful?"

The boy put down the paint he was finishing in his hand and looked at Ye Er and smiled. The smile was as clean as the breeze blowing between peach, red and apricot white in spring, which made people excited, "it's not beautiful."

Ye Er couldn't help feeling disappointed, "well, I also think... I'm not beautiful." She doesn't deserve to go with the word "beauty". Those who have a pure heart are qualified to be beautiful. For example, this boy never says anything against his heart. If he thinks it's bad, he says it's bad, and if he thinks it's good, he says it's good. He is beautiful and clean. He doesn't have to look at anyone's face to live. He doesn't have to be attached to anyone and is free.

If nothing happens to the cloud family, she should be like this. Do what she likes and learn what she is interested in

Suddenly he thought too much, shook his head, reached out and patted the boy on the shoulder, "Hey, in this street, do you know who draws human bodies well? If you are more reliable, you can draw the beautiful one instead of the beautiful one. "

The smile on the boy's face suddenly converged. He looked at ye'er in amazement. He was in a panic, "ah?"

Ye Er retreated to the root of the wall on the street and put the boy's bike there. She lifted her ass, sat in the back seat, shook her feet, looked at the boy's eyes and puffed her cheeks. "I'm almost over 19. I want to draw an artistic human body and keep a Memorial. It's best to draw me more beautiful."

The boy just thought he was a little silly. He was scared silly by the girl in front of him. What did she say she wanted to do? Draw a human body? Let someone draw her a human body?

"Doesn't your school often invite some mannequins? Isn't it art? "

The boy's brain was like being hit by something. He couldn't tell what he heard. "Are you going to be a mannequin?!"

"What are you doing so loud?" Ye Er stretched out his hand and stood up at his mouth, making a silent mouth, "keep your voice down. Wait for others to see it."

The boy snorted and stopped looking at Ye Er. "You actually want to be a mannequin."

Ye er jumped off the bike, "what's the matter? Even if I'm going to be a mannequin, isn't it for the sake of art? Don't you artists also say that the human body is the most beautiful art? "

And she didn't want to be a mannequin at all. She just wanted to leave a souvenir for herself. How did she mention that she wanted to be a mannequin?

Ye'er moved forward and was knocked by the boy's head. He covered his forehead and complained, "what are you doing? Children are so angry! "