Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Enyou can't make this decision. As a grandfather, he will make this decision for him!

When the key was close to the keyhole, his hand trembled and a string of keys "tinkled".

Ann looked at Xi Zhen on the second floor of the sky. She didn't come down for a long time. She wanted to see what happened. She saw it when she stood at the entrance of the stairs.

Slowly step back, go to the garden and call enyou. An an looks like a cold beauty. She was always cold and didn't have much expression. When she spoke, she was also rigid, "brother you, grandpa is outside your studio. He seems to open the door, but he looks very nervous."

Enyou's phone will hang up soon.

Xi Zhentian opened the white cloth in the studio, and the faces below made him unbearable to see it again.

He doesn't know what kind of charm Yun ye'er has, which can make her have so many expressions in enyou's pen.

Bright smile, silent injury, shyness when drooping eyebrows, playfulness when grinning.

Clouds are the changing of yin and Yang, and the sun is the curve of the whole year. Behind the Wutong is the transition from death to life, from the bald winter to the new green of spring, to the flourishing summer, the golden fans of autumn.

He didn't know how long yunye'er had lived in enyou's heart, but he saw that the pictures were neat and detailed.

A nude painting came into view. Xi Zhentian turned away and threw it on the ground. He didn't know what kind of friendship the two people had. He only knew that it would be better to destroy the house earlier. Otherwise, his grandson will be ruined.

Although Xi Zhentian is over 60 years old and will be rare, he is still strong and red. The only thing that can make him sad is this grandson.

He took down the picture boards on the easel one by one, mounted on the wall and hung on the bookshelf, and pushed them together clean.

At this time, he must go out, stride to the door of the studio and shout, "ah GUI, come and move things." Burn it, burn it clean, burn it to ashes and fertilize the peanuts!

Enyou's car drove very fast, especially when Ann said, "Grandpa asked the servant to move all the paintings in the studio to the open space in the back garden."

The iron door outside the house was opened for enyou's car. The car didn't stop in the parking garage of Qianmen garden, but directly drove around the main villa to the back garden.

Smoke curled in front of the windshield.

He slammed on the brake, threw down the car, and rushed through without closing the door.

The young man was still the same young man, but he lost his stability out of proportion to his age. When he rushed into the fire recklessly, Xi Zhentian shook his body and shouted, "hold the young master!"

It may be that the smoke is too strong for people in soy. People's eyes can't stand crying. There are stinging burns in the palm and the smell of MI coke on the back of their hands. However, when they see those smiling faces slowly turning yellow, dark brown and gray, all the pain is no longer painful. Only the left chest has the clearest sense of tear.

"Grandpa ~" the boy punched ah GUI in the face, then stretched out his legs and kicked his servant to pull him. He turned and continued to save what he cared about. His voice was no longer as clear as a spring, tearing and moaning, "Grandpa! What did I want? " His eyes were sad and painful. His tears fell on the picture he had just robbed. He threw it underground before the fire went out. He squatted on the ground and began to beat it with his bare hands. He had made up his mind not to find her again. How else would he let her live the life she wanted? He has been trying to let himself down. What else?

When crying with pain, it shows special sadness, "Grandpa! What do I want? Are you going to do this to me? I don't want anything. I just want these paintings. I didn't bother her. I listen to you. I just want these paintings. Grandpa, why don't you stab me with a knife! Why?! "

Xi Zhentian Mingming made a decision for himself. Mingming told himself to be cruel to enyou. He is too used to him, so he will be so persistent in emotional things.

He was thinking that the blood flowing from his grandson's body should not be so indecisive. It should be cut with a knife.

He was thinking, bear it again. Later, the child's hand was too painful to stretch out into the fire. If it was too painful, he would stop. At this time, he couldn't stop it. Let him hurt. The pain will pass. It's a big deal. He'll take him abroad for skin grafting again.

But he can watch his grandson burn, watch his grandson bleed, and watch him lose his temper with the servants beating and kicking, but he can't see his grandson's unbearable pain in front of him and turn into tears in front of him. This is the first time, for that cloud leaf.

Enyou's temperament has always been clear and moist, and his appearance is quiet and beautiful. In ordinary days, he wears clean shirts, T-shirts and sweaters like clothes worn by people outside the world.

Today, he was wearing a straight and expensive suit. The shirt inside was still flawless white. The white exposed at the cuffs had been covered with black ash. He stood up disorderly, took off the suit three times, held it in his hand, and slapped the flames on the rescued painting.

Nothing is more painful than watching his beloved things disappear inch by inch. Every piece is his hard work and every stroke is his emotion. How can it turn into ashes like this.

As he said, he didn't ask for anything. He didn't show anyone the sharp heart brought by this process. He used to talk to her slowly at that window. He said he liked those ancient poems.

I'm afraid there won't be such a sad Xi enyou in the world. Even if he likes a person, he can only tell her that he likes those poems. For example, his heart is happy with you, and you don't know.

She won't think much.

Because he caught a glimpse of Jiang Zhao's eyes when she came in.

And then the widow. She had eaten a box of fast food so quickly, but she was forced to eat another meal because of Jiang Zhao's unreasonable invitation.

That look is not forced, but joy. It is the joy and hope when you can have a meal with your lover.

He didn't want to enter her life again, not because he was too weak to fight with Jiang Zhao, but because she needed Jiang Zhao to eat with her. That person was not him.

It is painful to fulfill others, and it is the most painful to fulfill the happiness of the beloved.

He didn't tell anyone how he suffered, which was more painful than when he couldn't find her at that time, because there was still some hope at that time. He knew that after she got married, he was waiting until he was disappointed.

When you give up, it is despair after disappointment.

As before, he could go to the Qin family for dinner, or find someone to check Jiang Zhao's whereabouts. When he was away, he could find her and pretend to meet her by chance to see her recent appearance, but he thought that if he wanted to let her go, he would let it go more thoroughly.

More thorough? It's just some nonsense to deceive yourself.

He gave up the real person with body temperature, but saw painting and thinking people in the studio every day.