Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

"Are you really going to be a mannequin? How can you be so degenerate? "

Ye'er rubbed his forehead and looked at the inexplicably angry boy "degenerate? Then are all the fruit bodies painted in your school degenerate? "

"That's different!"

"Why is it different? Isn't it all art? "

"You are not artistic, not suitable!"

Ye Er looked at the boy and yelled at her. It turned out that such a good tempered boy couldn't stand her vulgarity. He couldn't help feeling lonely and sighed, "am I so bad? It's not beautiful. It's not even appropriate to draw a beautiful picture? "

……

The afternoon sun is blazing, and it will be lingering after shining into the French windows of the five-star hotel.

The girl looked at the sunshine on the ground. Her eyelashes curled up like a small brush stained with gold powder. Her long yellow chestnut lazy hair was stroked on the left, revealing the perfect side face on the right.

Her arms were bent on the European sofa, her white and tender arms were blocked in front of her chest, but there was a little attractive muddy garden, her smooth back, and her waist bent upward. The radian was really hooked. A wisp of gauze was covered on her upturned hips, which made people want to pull the gauze off.

The room was so quiet that it seemed as if the sound of an hourglass could be heard. The boy stood two meters away from the sofa, supported a drawing board in front of him, looked up at the model on the sofa from time to time, and then wrote, rubbing the strokes bit by bit, moving smoothly, focused and elegant.

The girl on the paper not only has a beautiful face and attractive figure, but also her feet kicking back and playing are playful and cute.

Ye Er has no pressure at all, because her painter's eyes are so clean that you can't see anything in his eyes except paint. The boy would help her draw, which was beyond her expectation, because she always felt that they were not people in the same world. She was dirty and dirty, but he was pure and flawless. Let him draw her, and she was afraid of dirty him.

But she was afraid that she would become more and more dirty in the future. Take advantage of the fact that she is not completely dirty now, and leave a thought for herself. Who doesn't want to keep some beautiful things?

Time will not stop, but what you do will end. Ye Er puts on his clothes, looks at the picture still clamped on the drawing board, and just wants to reach out and touch it.

The boy grabbed her hand and shook it off. "Nothing. What are you touching?"

"Ah? What can we do? How can I take it? "

The boy didn't look at the painting or the leaves. He put the brush and paint away and put them in the tool bag. "Take it away? When it's dry, I'll frame it and you'll get it. "

"OK, I'll go to Wutong street to see you in a few days."

The boy kept his head down and busy with his business, "HMM. You go first. I'll wait until the painting is dry, so as not to draw in vain. "

"Please." Ye'er felt guilty and always felt that he had taken advantage of others because he had known the boy for a long time“ Well, when I take the painting, I'll give you back the hard-earned money you opened today. "

"No, I'll be included in the picture. Don't you go yet?"

"Oh."

After hearing the door "click" close, the boy raised his head and looked at the closed door. Suddenly, he sat down on the ground, fell down and lay on the thick and soft carpet. His black eyelashes hung on his eyes, blocking all the emotions in his eyes and gasping.

He stretched out his hand to cover his chest and frowned. There he plopped. The frenzied rhythm of his heart was strange to him.

It was as if the powerful voice in his ear had come from someone else's chest into his eardrum.

Municipal AA government office building

In the deputy director's office, secretary Liu Cheng reviewed Jiang Zhao's itinerary. He heard someone knocking at the door and just wanted to see it, but the visitor seemed to have a lot of face. He pressed the lock directly and entered the office.

Seeing Qin Feiyan, Liu Cheng smiled helplessly, "Hello, President Qin."

Qin Feiyan and Liu Cheng also seem to be familiar. "How many times have you said it? Don't call me president Qin. Call me Feiyan. Don't talk less. Dong Qin and boss Qin can do it. Don't call president Qin."

Liu Cheng shrugged, "it's all the same." Then he poured Qin Feiyan a cup of tea, went out of the office and brought the door.

Qin Feiyan took off his suit and turned to hang it on the clothes rack. The demon's face hung an innocent smile, "brother, look what Liu Cheng said. How can it be the same? I'm so single-minded, I'm not in love. "

"Ha ha." Jiang Zhao couldn't help but stop his pen and looked at Qin Feiyan. He put his elbows on the desk. "Feiyan, when will you bring your lover to my brother?"

Qin Feiyan went to Jiang Zhao's desk and sat on it with ease. "After all, my sacred love is not the mainstream. For my brother's future, I think it's better to engage in underground affairs. "

Jiang Zhao stood up and slapped Qin Feiyan's ass as soon as he bent over. "I think it would be better to put his ass on the chair in front of you."

Qin Feiyan stood up, turned and sat in a chair, sighed, "I know bullying good people, it's really..."

Jiang Zhao didn't bother to pay attention to him. He continued to carefully turn over the file, "what are you doing here?"

"Brother, what's wrong with you and Yichen?"

"Nothing."

Qin Feiyan was also a fox. When he heard Zhuang Yichen nodding and couldn't hear the tail, he felt uncomfortable, so he began to talk nonsense, "for a woman, as for it."

Jiang Zhao raised his head, looked at Qin Feiyan's eyes, and buried his head, "what a mess."

According to Qin Feiyan's intuition, he should be a little involved. He put forward a posture of persuasion, "in fact, it's not necessary. It's just a woman, brother. You really are... Everyone's brothers hurt peace for a woman."

Jiang Zhao said, "this is not a woman's problem."

Qin Feiyan has no choice. Is it so difficult to set up a word“ Brother, you are a little older than Yichen. You might as well let him do it. "

Jiang Zhao licked his lips. "It's not a woman's problem, it's a problem involving initiative."

Qin Feiyan dared to conclude that it was 100% for women, but he didn't know what it was for. He was so anxious that he was scratching in his heart, and he didn't dare to speak too full, for fear that one or two more words would be missed.

Where did Jiang Zhao know the minds of Qin's words and asked, "are you idle?"

"I miss you." Qin Feiyan said casually.

Jiang Zhao put the signed documents in front of him into the kraft paper file bag, wrapped the white cotton thread and put it on the left, "Oh, you know, I like women."

Qin Feiyan said, "even if you like men, I don't want to mess with you. My taste is not so heavy."

Jiang Zhao conveniently picked up a file bag from his right hand, took out the stitches, took out the documents, glanced at Qin Feiyan, "your taste is really light, our family is your taste."

"Needless to say, I don't put salt in my food."

Jiang Zhao couldn't help laughing. In Haicheng, only Qin Feiyan dared to say that he was gay everywhere. He never felt that he had lost his grandfather. "Yes, not only don't put salt, but also save fire. You eat it raw."

"Miss Zeng, are you here?"