Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

"Liu Cheng, say hello to the other side. The trial can use the news of lynching. I think they don't want to make a big deal. They should take care of themselves. In addition, they should try to get out of jail as soon as possible."

Liu Cheng nodded, then went out and closed the door.

Jiang Zhao pondered over Liu Cheng's words. If ye Er could not stand it, he knew that she had always been very strong. Forcing a smile was her specialty.

But it's better not to play this kind of play again.

The phone rang. It was Ye Er's. He thought about it and picked it up. "Hello."

"Did you sleep well yesterday?" Ye Er's voice is a little hoarse.

"Very good, and you."

Ye Er choked and said calmly, "OK..."

Both sides were silent for a while. Ye Er said again, "I want to see my father, OK?"

"You wait for me to arrange." Jiang Zhao said so.

Ye Er sat on the bed and reached out to touch the water stain on his face, "how long do you wait?"

"Soon."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Er still sat in bed. She sat in bed like this all night last night, thinking about how he was with her, who went up and down, how he teased her, how to tease her, how to kiss her, and how he was with ouyangyan.

She thought she was going crazy. She wanted to rush to the North apartment to drag her man out, but thinking of what he said in the car before he got married, she ran downstairs several times and went upstairs again.

He slept well, but she didn't sleep all night.

The mobile phone rings. The strange number is pressed down once, and it rings strongly again. It is repeated several times. Ye Er admires each other's perseverance and picks it up, "hello."

"Yun ye'er, what did you think of the conditions I said yesterday?"

"Ouyang Yan, are you proud? It's only been one night. Are you so proud? I won't give him to you. Dream! Your life is to be a junior. " Ye Er's voice trembled fiercely. She felt how her enemy could be so powerful. Before she was 20 years old, she arranged such a thoughtful female companion for her. She felt that she could not fight and was about to become cannon fodder.

Ouyang Yan was stunned for a while, suddenly smiled and said warily, "there's no way. Don't talk about him. Talk about your father. Shall I help you? "

"No!"

Ouyang Yan said softly, "really? Yun Hongwei was forced to confess last night. Are you going to see him today? The whole body is full of injuries and blood stasis everywhere. The more serious injuries are on the back and abdomen. In a large area of cracks, he is really a man. I don't know that this man who is nearly 50 years old can still toss for a few days... "

Ye'er listened to a woman describe her father's suffering in an extremely light way.

She felt that she had split. She was waved off with a rusty blunt sword, raw and shawl. Starting from the center of her eyebrows, she stabbed her whole person with a sword. She cut her alive and slowly, like a saw. The pain was so painful that she wanted people to give her a way to die quickly, which was better than this.

She finally yelled at Ouyang Yan: "Ouyang Yan! You stinky woman! "

"I'm not the one who has to die now, Yun ye'er, that's it..."

Ye Er hung up the phone and hit the bed. Then he fell weak and spread out in the bed.

No wonder immortals can't talk about love. The main idea is to affect cultivation. How powerful immortals are, how to torture these ordinary people in the world.

They are ruthless and have no love, no desire and no desire, so they have boundless magic power.

Look at her. She wants to save her father, but she is ruthless. She forces Jiang Zhao to surrender on the way to retreat, but she is forced to a dead corner.

She is unwilling to give Jiang Zhao to her rival, but she has no ability to ignore the threat of her rival.

Jiang Zhao told her to wait, but Ouyang Yan said she could arrange for her to meet people today. Ye Er pulled his hair, pulled it hard, and then slapped himself in the face.

Today Friday, she was going to pick up her brother, but she felt she was dying and couldn't get out of bed. She didn't even have the strength to get up.

She needs to get up, pick up her cell phone and call Zheng Ling or others to help answer Si Jie.

She really got up and became selfish. She was thinking that the Secretary of the persimmon chief knew about the discomfort of the persimmon chief's wife. Would he tell the persimmon chief?

I called Liu Cheng, "Liu Cheng, can you help me pick up Si Jie this afternoon? Zheng Ling studio must be very busy. It should be easier for you to slip away."

When Liu Cheng answered the phone, he stood in front of Jiang Zhao and told Jiang Zhao that it was Ye Er's phone. At this time, he looked at Jiang Zhao and smiled, "you want the boss to deduct my salary."

"I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm afraid it's hypoglycemia. I feel dizzy when I get out of bed. I want to go to the hospital. I'm afraid I don't have time to pick up Si Jie."

As soon as Ye Er finished speaking, Liu Cheng's mobile phone was taken by Jiang Zhao. Jiang Zhao's face was not good. If he was about to export, he swallowed it when he saw Liu Cheng on the side, and said coldly, "you are not allowed to go anywhere at home."

Jiang Zhao drove all the way to the community where Ye Er lived. When did the woman have hypoglycemia? Still dizzy, serious enough to go to the hospital?

When Jiang Zhao first came to live, he took the spare key from Ye Er's drawer. At this time, he went into the bedroom and looked at the bed. When he was still tired and fell asleep, his hair was messy and his face was pale. He was so angry that he stretched out his hand to slap her hard.

But when his hand fell, he changed his strength, knelt in bed, picked her up and hugged her in his arms, "didn't you eat?"

Ye Er's lips were a little cracked, and he drilled into his arms. His voice had little strength, "dizzy, I didn't have the strength to get out of bed..."

Smelling Jiang Zhao's taste, it was like eating mustard. His eyes were almost washed away. He put his hand around his waist and pulled his clothes. "Ah Zhao, I miss my father, I miss my father, I dreamed that he had a hard time..."

Jiang Zhao felt that his heart was soft again. He was so upset by the woman that he couldn't get up. "I'm trying to find a way... Don't worry." He also knew that this way of persuading people was a little far fetched. He told a woman who had been running around for his father for nearly two years not to worry. He thought he was a jerk.

But now she's like this. Will she collapse if she sees her father's punishment?

"Ah Zhao, let's have dinner with Si Jie in the evening..." Ye Er hugged Jiang Zhao more and more, thought about Ouyang Yan's words, and sometimes even clenched her teeth, "we're engaged. He's at school, so it's too late..."

"I know. I'll pick him up later, okay?"

"OK." Ye Er stopped and added, "let's go together. I may be hungry. "

"You lie down for a while. I'll go downstairs and pack you a wonton. I'll take you to the hospital. If you're not feeling well, you can't drag it."

Ye Er still wouldn't let go holding Jiang Zhao. He bit the man's shirt and sobbed, "ah Zhao, I'm sorry last night. I missed my father at that time. I didn't mean to annoy you. Would you mind not being angry with me?"