Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Zhuang Yichen listened to Xiao Ya's question and pinched the bridge of his nose, "there's no need to explain to you."

"You are not a thing!"

"Oh." Zhuang Yichen raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "It seems that you want to know what a man who is not a thing should look like."

Xiaoya took her cell phone and heard the sound of Dudu. She roared several times, "Hello!"

Turn around and look at the "rescue" light on the top of the emergency room door. Bite a corner of the mobile phone in your mouth. Your lips seem to have been frozen by the cold wind and tremble badly.

She remembered saying to the people there before, "you are my life. My life is called 'Kang Yiyun'."

Jiang Zhao hung up the phone and was ready to go back to the private room. The door of the first private room opened, and the high-heeled shoes stepped out and landed on the carpet. There was no sound. There was a click when the door was closed.

When looking up at the past, Jiang Zhao smiled. Ouyang Yan came over, "second brother."

"Yan Yan is here too?"

"Well, Dad invited someone to dinner tonight. How about you?"

Jiang Zhao slid his mobile phone into his trouser pocket, "family banquet."

"Aren't family dinners rarely set outside?" Ouyang Yan knew that the Qin house had a special dining garden, and the banquets were usually at home.

"Well, because I often eat at home, I'm a little tired." It seems that this is not the case. The cook of the Qin family always makes a lot of things. It seems that she cried and said she wanted to eat sea cucumber on the day of hospitalization. He said to take her to eat the best sea cucumber in Haicheng.

He also knew that she was acting at that time, but he always took her play seriously, just as she made a request to eat sea cucumber, he also promised her, that's all.

Ouyang Yan smiled softly, "you're really holding it in your mouth all the time."

Baoyi river people. Reaching out and touching the corner of Jiang Zhao's mouth, he was as intimate as in the past. "Look at you, you run out without wiping your mouth. It's not like you."

Ye Er was unavoidably stiff without Jiang Zhao sitting beside him. He found an excuse to find someone. The carpet was thick, the shoes fell silently, and the woman's footsteps were very light.

Slowly retract the past steps. It's really a bad time. It turned out that Ouyang Yan called him

Some people say that when a man is willing to cover up, he still cares. When he doesn't care, he doesn't even bother to take leave. Maybe he also takes into account her feelings, so he didn't say he came out to see Ouyang Yan?

When I walked back, I bumped into enyou's arms. I was still in a trance. When I looked up, I rubbed my forehead, "enyou?"

"What a coincidence, sister-in-law." Enyou helped ye'er's shoulder, let her stand firm and let go, took a step back and kept a polite distance, "are you eating here, too?"

After ye'er determined that it was enyou, the first thing was to look at him from head to foot. His face was not obvious. The corner of his eyebrow was still blue, and the broken hair in front of his forehead covered some, "are you well?"

"It's no big deal. It doesn't affect the action. Today, Grandpa invited some uncles to dinner and insisted on letting me come. "

Enyou is a little alienated from ye'er. That kind of alienation is very natural. Ye'er can't help sighing and may have had a fight. People are afraid of provoking her. This is a misunderstanding“ Enyou, I'm sorry. I asked you to draw the picture, but Jiang Zhao was angry with you. I'm sorry to make it like this. "

"Sister in law, what do you say? Brother Zhao can't understand. It's normal. I think if it was me, I wouldn't be able to accept it if I hadn't touched it. Be more open-minded. Don't always be so angry. "

"Anyway, I'm sorry."

"It's all right. I call you sister-in-law. In fact, you knew me earlier, and we are friends. You always say 'I'm sorry'. It's really strange. Has your nature changed when you marry someone? You seldom apologized to people before. Or don't you think of me as a friend? "

Eun woo was so generous that ye ER was ashamed, "where is it? Of course you are my friend. We've known each other for almost two years. "

"Hiss ~" enyou gave a slight puff.

"What's the matter?"

"I'll find a place to apply some medicine. The eyebrow bone hurts a little. I told my grandpa that it doesn't hurt anymore. I'm afraid he'll see me apply the medicine. Just find a place to wipe it and blow it away. His nose is not very clever. "

"Let me paint it for you."

Enyou refused, "No."

"That's hypocritical. Come on, I'll paint it for you."

Enyou really found a small glass bottle from your pocket. It was only as big as the bottle of balsamine. Ye Er took the bottle, unscrewed the cover and painted it on his finger abdomen. "Do you paint it on the eyebrow bone like this?"

"Yes." Enyou close your eyes.

Ye Er stroked the hair on his forehead, and the bruises on his white face looked particularly ferocious. When painting, enyou shrunk, "does it hurt?"

Enyou frowned, "it doesn't hurt."

Ye'er knows that enyou is a weak scholar who can't stand Jiang Zhao's fist. The high-heeled shoes had already stretched her. At this time, standing in front of enyou, her height was not much different. She gently stood on tiptoe, stroked the fresh broken hair in front of his forehead, pointed her mouth and blew gently.

Enyou only felt that a cool wind blew into the bone layer from the eyebrow bone, and penetrated into all the cells one by one.

The bottle in his hand was suddenly grabbed and dragged. Ye Er was surprised and hurriedly stood and turned around. Jiang Zhao held the small bottle in his hand, so tight that his bones turned white everywhere. His eyes were horribly cold, and all the people came from the cutting storm.

Ouyang Yan was still close to him. Her eyes seemed to follow Jiang Zhao to catch and annihilate.

Ye Er's heart is like a piece of rotten cotton wool. It not only doesn't let people breathe, but also makes people sick.

"Yunye, what did I tell you?"

Ye Er's wrist was pinched by the man's powerful big hand and raised it, "HMM."

"Yes," he said In a faint sentence, there was no response, like a captured chick, executed by a man. A determination to return to death.

Why doesn't she remember? He said, don't get alone with enyou anymore. She can't go even if enyou's girlfriend asks her out.

She promised, she promised, because she couldn't afford to offend him, because she liked him.

Is it because of this that only state officials are allowed to set fire, and the people can't even knock a primitive flint?

He can find a secluded place and fall in love with the old Qing people. She can't even talk to a boy called her "sister-in-law".

"Huh? Well, what does that mean? " Jiang Zhao has ignored Ouyang Yan and Xi enyou. He is still standing aside waiting to see his joke. Isn't a word "um" just to let people see his joke?

"Literally." Ye Er endured the pain from her wrist and tiptoed gently. She looked at Ouyang Yan with a smile. She whispered in his ear, "your concubine is watching. If you hold my hand so closely, aren't you afraid of her jealousy? When your temper comes up later, you're afraid you can't coax it. Why do you ask for hardship? "

Jiang Zhao slowly let go of Ye Er's hand, slowly let go, followed by an air flow gushing out of his chest, spit it out, his head slightly to one side, looked at Ouyang Yan standing aside, and then looked at the woman in front of her, with a bright face. The man standing behind her still had some scars on his face, but his eyebrows and eyes were clear.

It's a good match. Both of them are good performers.

She also knows Ouyang Yan will be jealous? She knows. She just thinks another woman should be jealous, and she's not the one to be jealous at all.