Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Is Liu Cheng here to pick up Jiang Zhao? She doesn't dare to open the door.

The mobile phone rang, and ran to the bedroom to get the mobile phone. It was Liu Cheng's phone, "Ye Er, the boss asked me to send you clothes."

Ye Er blushed and became a monkey's ass.

When I opened the door and looked at Liu Cheng, it was still red. It was very embarrassing.

Liu Cheng looked vigilantly to the left and right, and then took the shopping bag to ye'er. He didn't see any discomfort and embarrassment. Even if the Qing man in front of his boss was his girlfriend's best friend, he could still keep his face unchanged, "ye'er, I'll go first. If you need anything, call me."

Ye'er saw Liu Cheng turn around, hurriedly called him, paused, and said softly, "Liu Cheng, I'd better tell Ling Ling about it myself."

Liu Cheng said, "it's still tight lipped. No one should say it. It's not good for those who know it."

Ye Er marveled at the quality of secretary general persimmon, so calm.

Close the door, take out your clothes and change them. Ankle length dress, mulberry silk, white, with swing. The wind must be floating. The chest and shoulder straps are hand woven. Fabric workmanship depends on quality. You know it's expensive without looking at the tag.

Jiang Zhao wants her to dress like Xiao Longnv? If you go out in such a skirt, you'll be laughed at if you move a little bigger, won't you?

In order to match the skirt, Ye Er twisted two loose braids.

Pure as a fairy.

Liu Cheng returned to the Deputy persimmon head's office and explained that the matter had been done.

Jiang Zhao rolled up his sleeve and stared at the documents. When he looked up at Liu Cheng, he gave the other party a smile and made Liu Cheng laugh at a loss.

Jiang Zhao gently threw the document on his hand, lazily sat on the leather chair and said, "Liu Cheng, do you know why I want you to send clothes today?"

Liu Chengdao, "this is the boss's trust in me."

Jiang Zhao smiled. "In fact, I want to see if Chen Shichang's people have the courage to report my private affairs to him."

Liu Cheng looked at Jiang Zhao, who had deliberately stopped, and stuck in his throat.

Jiang Zhao continued, "you are Zheng Ling's boyfriend. Why did Yun Hongwei have an accident? You are more thorough than Yun ye'er. He just stood in the wrong team and became a victim of the power field. Don't think I don't know the last photo. In fact, you pretended to be drunk and acquiesced to let Zheng Ling steal the room card. Those photos haven't been released. Do you think you have forgotten one merit in Chen Shichang? "

Liu Cheng knew Jiang Zhao's mansion, but he didn't want to be so deep. He was already panic, "boss, I..."

"In fact, that's right. Good birds choose trees to live in. There is no 'vice' before Chen Shichang's title." Jiang Zhao deliberately sour.

Liu Cheng finally collapsed, his face changed greatly, and immediately stated his position, "Jiang Shichang, I have always been on your side." He usually gets close to Jiang Zhao and, like others, calls his boss the boss, but at this time, the honorifics are used.

Jiang Zhao nodded seemingly satisfied, so he let Liu Cheng out of the office, put away his smile, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. His eyes fell on the door lock closed by Liu Cheng. The light in his pupil became deeper and deeper. When he picked it up over there, he said in a deep voice, "Yichen, that big chess, start playing."

Jiang Zhao hung up the phone and received a call from Qin Feiyan, "uh... I know, but Feiyan, Professor Shen doesn't like people to disturb him... I know grandpa loves his painting very much... Well, OK, I'll do the painting. OK, hang up. "

Lean over and press the extension, "Liu Cheng, check whether Professor Shen of the Academy of fine arts has a class this afternoon..."

Ye Er went to Wutong art street in the afternoon to find the boy to pay for the painting.

The boy looked at Ye Er's white skirt dragging the ground, and two loose braids twisted, which made people feel very fresh. Leng is that he didn't return to his mind at once.

Ye'er explained his intention, but the boy said, "if you have to pay, I'll throw the painting away, and you'll come and get the painting tomorrow, but you didn't bring it today."

The boy looked at Ye Er's helpless appearance and smiled. What he smiled was that she was always afraid of his life difficulties, but how could his life be troubled by money?

"I didn't bring the picture. Take me to your school." Ye Er quit school and didn't go to college. She envies her peers' college life.

The boy was stunned. Where did he go to school“ My school? "

Ye'er pointed to the gate of the university not far ahead, "aren't you from the Academy of fine arts?"

University is really a place for love. On the bench under the shade of green trees, by the sparkling artificial lake and by the winding path, there are couples of you and me everywhere. They are similar in age and beautiful.

On the thick and soft lawn, boys and girls lay on their hands. The boy looked at the sky and suddenly wanted to know her. He gently asked, "how old are you?"

Ye Er said, "19."

"Where do you study?"

"Senior three suspended."

The boy was silent for a while. "What's your name?"

"Cloud leaf."

"Yun ye'er, Yun ye'er..." the boy whispered and stretched out his hand. His slender white fingers seemed to be penetrated by the sun. They were slightly transparent. He opened his palm and looked up from between his fingers. There was a leaf in the sky, white clouds“ A nice name. "

"Oh, really? My brother always says my name is tacky... "

"How? Look at the clouds in the sky. They are beautiful. "

Ye Er closed her eyes and took a deep breath into the air with the smell of grass, "that's because the cloud you see now is white clouds like cotton candy. Behind it is a blue sky. With the support of the blue sky, it is a kind of fresh beauty. But... In a few days, there will be dark clouds, the sky will be cloudy, and the clouds will no longer be white clouds. How can they be beautiful? "

The boy sighed softly.

Ye'er turned around and put his arms to his ears. The boy lay on his side like her and looked at her.

Looking at the boy's eyes seriously, ye'er coagulated the pair of clear pupils in his clear eyes, stroked his eyebrows and said with emotion, "you are the prince in the fairy tale book. How can you sigh? You should have the most beautiful smile."

The boy breathed uncontrollably and asked, "I'm the prince. What are you?"

Ye Er's eyes darkened, "I... I should be a witch."

The boy twisted his eyebrows and asked, "what do you do without going to school?"

"Me?" Ye'er turns around. The warm sunshine can't help the shade. She lies comfortably here and looks at the white clouds in the sky. What does she do?

What does a woman who trades her body for peace do?

The boy looked at the girl who was lying flat and no longer looking at his eyes, looked at the tears rolling down the corners of her eyes, and when he stretched out his hand, he heard her voice floating out of the sky, a trace, intermittently, "I... I'm a prostitute... In fact, at first I wanted to rely on myself, but later, I felt too naive... Ha ha, You see, the skirt I'm wearing today is beautiful. It's so expensive... I didn't buy it myself. I'm reluctant to spend that money... "