Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Ye Er cried out in pain, "my painting!" Suddenly jumped out of bed and had to pick up his own painting.

Before touching the painting, Jiang Zhao pulled it and threw it back into the bed again. Ye Er wanted to get up again. Jiang Zhao had rushed up, pressed her, grabbed her hand, clamped her legs with her two legs, and was not allowed to move a minute. He tried hard to hold her like a pliers. Ye Er cried out in pain, "be gentle, pinch me so painful!"

"He drew it for you. Are you so distressed? Two months ago? " Ignoring the woman's pain, Jiang Zhao held her chin in his empty hand and asked her to look at him, "Yun ye'er! Do you think I'm a monkey? You were with me two months ago! isn't it? You're in my bed. You are with me, but you take off naked in front of another man and let him draw you! He has seen you all. When he sees you again, he will pretend not to remember your name! What is the relationship between you? Make it clear to me! "

Jiang Zhao felt that he had been stimulated too much in the past two days. Yesterday, he finally felt that he had saved himself from danger. Today, he sang such a song for him.

Her nude painting has been kept in Xi enyou for two months, and Xi enyou still pretends not to remember her name. If it weren't for the things Zhuang Yichen found, he would seriously think that Xi enyou was so heartless.

How much does a woman trust a man to strip herself in front of him?

"Jiang Zhao, you are crazy, I have nothing to do with him. He painted over a year in Wutong street. I am his customer. I bought his paintings. He drew for me what I had done in sketching, coloured drawing, and later on this painting. We occasionally talk about it, that's the relationship." Ye Er's whole body was pinched by Jiang Zhao, but she tried her best to explain. She never thought that Jiang Zhao's attitude would become like this when she saw the painting. Her eyes were dripping blood.

It's her idea to blame. Enyou and Jiang Zhao have such a close relationship“ Jiang Zhao, calm down. Enyou and I are not what you think. He just helped me draw. There is nothing between us. Don't misunderstand. " Ye Er couldn't cry at this time. She was only afraid. She was afraid of Jiang Zhao like this and trembled with fear.

Jiang Zhao felt that he was mad and jealous. Wutong was going to be mad. He's really at ease. They're very familiar, but they pretend not to be familiar. What does he think?

Jiang Zhao pressed his voice with the last bit of endurance. "Why did he draw you?"

Ye Er didn't have the space to think about the corresponding method at all. He could only say according to his heart, "I think he looks very clean and has no bad heart. I've never seen a person like him. His eyes look like no impurities. I've known him for more than a year. Although I didn't know his name and mistakenly thought he was a poor painter, I think I trust him very much, I feel safe, so... "

"So you went to Hyatt to open a room. In that room, you slowly took off your clothes, slowly set up the easel, and let him tell you how you should pose to be beautiful, isn't it, isn't it?!" Jiang Zhao said that he almost roared behind him. He couldn't calm down and couldn't talk to her in that faint tone. He couldn't communicate.

The background of the painting is the decoration of Hyatt where they stayed yesterday. Each hotel has its own style. The bench she was lying on is the decoration style of Hyatt. Such a fine painting, but he paid attention to the people in the painting at first. Now he wants to come. If he didn't find her last night?

Hyatt is their old place. No wonder Xi enyou is going there.

When she was with him, she went to open a room with another man to draw nude pictures. She trusted a man so much, so much. How can he balance and calm?

Ye'er looked at Jiang Zhao, who was out of control. He didn't know what to say. What was the situation at that time? Enyou did say what to do.

Looking at ye'er's silence, Jiang Zhaosong loosened her chin, clenched her fist and thumped on the elastic bed, "Yun ye'er, I fucking want to kill you, want to kill you immediately, do you know!" Jiang Zhao lowers his head and bites Ye Er on the shoulder.

His wife, in front of him, said how much she trusted another man.

But that man is a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Ah! Ah! " Ye Er was dying of pain. The painful nerves stabbed into her brain and were breaking. Her struggle was useless and her resistance was useless. She knew that the man on her might really kill her.

She felt that her shoulders were wet, and there was sticky liquid flowing back along her shoulders. There was a bloody smell in her nose. Jiang Zhao's mouth was full of rust, fishy and sweet smell. He still didn't get rid of his hatred. He wanted to bite her out of breath, and then she died, so he wouldn't say how good another man was in front of him.

Ye'er really couldn't stand the pain. She felt that if she let a man bite like this, she couldn't keep the meat on her shoulder. She tried to bend her knees to push him away, but she couldn't.

"Jiang Zhao! You madman! Asshole! BT! You let go! " Ye Er finished scolding with a trace of anger. It hurts too much. It's like cutting with a knife.

Jiang Zhao listened to Ye Er scold him. After this scolding, he changed another sentence. The more he bit, the more he felt his teeth were sour, and his whole face was aching. When she was with him, she was either cajoling and pretending to play, but she carried Xi enyou behind her back and said in front of him, "have you found that enyou is as beautiful as Feiyan, both of which are thin skin and tender flesh..."

She said she had never seen a man like Xi enyou, so clean that there was no impurity at all. She said she trusted the man

But she never trusted him, never

"I'm crazy, asshole. What about Xi enyou? What is he? "

Ye'er thought that Jiang Zhao's Fengkuang's reply was also unscrupulous, "he is 10000 times better than you. He is simple and kind. He has no plan and is polite. He is a gentleman..."

Jiang Zhao was stunned for a long time. He took a long breath, turned over from Ye Er, wiped the blood around his mouth, said nothing, didn't go to see Ye Er's injury, got out of bed, went to the bathroom and closed the door.

Ye'er heard the sound of the shower opening in the bathroom and brushed it. She regretted what she said, but the words were spilled water and couldn't be taken back.

Jiang Zhao didn't take off his clothes, so he stood under the shower and raised his face. The water source on his head kept pouring on his face. He stretched out his hand to wipe the water on his face. It was useless. He came after him wave by wave.

All the fabrics on the body stick to the skin, showing a little skin color.

He hung his shoulders and looked very weak.