Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

In fact, sometimes when I think about it, I don't know where my value is. Maybe Zhuang Yichen is too rich, so she spends money like earth for her and lets her enjoy the glory of stars and the moon.

But she never cared about the money. When she thought of those things, she felt empty and flustered. She made a lot of money. She didn't smoke 0 drugs or gamble 0 Bo. She didn't know how to spend so much money. She made clothes herself, wore endless clothes, and made whatever she liked. She was always dissatisfied with the big brands in the world, So she will make a style she likes. The money is saved again.

But Zhuang Yichen was so cold that he couldn't stop praising, "it's very good. It's very suitable for you."

Hearing what he said, she felt that she couldn't spend the money.

The car is driving very slowly. When we get to the studio, the staff are ready to get off work.

Shaking the car key in his hand and stepping on high-heeled shoes, he walked slowly upstairs. On the fourth floor and the first floor of the floor, below is the finished product exhibition area. It is decorated in an atmospheric and fashionable manner, nearly 700 square meters, divided into several areas, and the clothes are displayed according to types. The second floor is the guest fitting area, warm and comfortable. The third floor is the staff work area, and the designers are very busy. The fourth floor is her office area, which is empty and mainly white. It mourns the former Qiu Xiaoya.

Although this building is not in the center of the city, it belongs to the center of the rich area in the south. Zhuang Yichen is a rich man. This building is not rented, but bought by him. The name of the head of household is Qiu Xiaoya. She will not work from now on. She can still live a leisurely and rotten life by relying on the rent of this house.

She remembered that when she heard the news that day, she worked hard to serve Zhuang Yichen in bed all night and played all kinds of tricks. He galloped on her with satisfaction, and his voice still echoed in her ears, "Qiu Xiaoya, you are a demon, you are Qiu Xiaoyao."

Just on the fourth floor, I pushed the door in and smelled a familiar smell of smoke, this guy!

Designers like free space. There are not too many complicated displays in the office. It is painted white everywhere. Even the ground is filled with white floor glue. The desk is as simple and large as the office. The door is closed behind her back. The man sits in her office, legs folded on the desk, toes shaking, shoes as shiny as new, and his body falls on the chair, He was so lazy that he could not read with a cigarette in one hand and a painting in the other. He didn't know if he could really understand it. He joked and said, "Yo, you know I'm here. Do you want to come in?"

Xiaoya stroked her hair and changed into slippers that she would wear in a private space. The soles of her feet fell to the ground and her body was loose. It was really comfortable. It turned out that the beauty was for outsiders, and the comfort and warmth were for her to enjoy. "My office, you have to come in if you want to come in. Can you manage it?"

Zhuang Yichen threw away the manuscripts in his hand, and four or five manuscripts scattered like this. Only two of them happened to fall on the white desk, and the rest fell to the ground one after another, grinning and smiling brightly, "aren't you off work? See I'm not running yet? Or are you waiting for me to come here with the contraceptives you have ready at any time? "

Jiang Zhao has been lying on the edge of ye'er, listening to her mumbling with her eyes closed. For fear that she would be tired, he made some water drop into her mouth.

He even thought that he would take care of her like this. When she woke up, would she be moved and say, husband, I miss you so much, I love you.

He recalled that dream, breathed out his breath, forget it, what love or not, he didn't believe that a marriage without love can't live forever, help each other and respect each other as guests.

The door was knocked twice, and the voice was very light. Jiang Zhao was not afraid to disturb Ye Er. He even hoped that she could hear his voice and shouted, "who?"

"Young master Zhao, I'll bring dinner."

"Come in."

The old lady came with three heat preservation buckets, followed by a servant. She carried two heat preservation buckets in one hand and four spacers in one heat preservation bucket. In addition to porridge and dry rice, she had at least twelve dishes. She filled the table with dishes. Jiang Zhao was speechless. Is that too much?

"Aunt Li, why are there so many?"

The old lady also packed the soup and put it away. She felt that the small dishes on the table were not well placed and the meat and vegetables were not in the right position. While adjusting the food dishes, she talked. She couldn't help holding the corners of her mouth and said, "where are many? These days, I only sent three dishes for each meal, and only two more today. Master Feiyan said that you have a good appetite today and get some dishes you like to eat. I figured it out. I haven't finished all the dishes you like. I'll get some more tomorrow. You should eat more. You've lost weight recently. "

Jiang Zhao sighed. I can't help it. Forget it. Who wants to talk to me and have more dishes? Grandpa is afraid he wants to move the table at home?

The old lady looked at Jiang Zhao and felt guilty. Although she was not scolded by Jiang Zhao for doing this today, the way she walked past her without saying a word to her made her feel more sad than blaming her. "Young master Zhao, eat first and I'll feed her."

"No, I'll do it." How can Jiang Zhao let the old woman do such a gratifying thing? Ye Er woke up and could eat. He should let him enjoy this satisfaction. He had long expected her to wake up.

The servants of the Qin family were very careful. They took several spoons from small to large.

The old lady asked another servant to go back first. After cleaning up here, she went back to the Qin house.

Jiang Zhao chose a small one. The rice soup was boiled very thick. He scooped a spoonful and put it on his mouth. The porridge made of fragrant rice was very fragrant. It was only put in Ye Er's mouth when it was blown warm. You confused her by gently opening her mouth. Just after opening a little gap in her mouth, he set up the spoon handle and all the rice soup flowed into the woman's mouth.

Every time ye'er saw his throat move, he could hear the swallowing sound of "Gudong". For such a long time, nothing could make people feel happier than hearing such a sound.

Jiang Zhao enjoyed such a move. When ye Er swallowed it, he fed her another spoonful. Seeing that she swallowed vigorously, he wanted to turn all the dishes on the table into rice soup for her to drink. She must think the rice soup is very delicious?

Until Ye Er lazily opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhao. His eyes were wet and his mouth was pumping gently from time to time, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Jiang Zhao's spoon was just above Ye Er's lips. When he looked at her, his eyes couldn't help being a little wet. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then blinked his eyes. After the moisture blinked dry, it all flowed into his heart. Look at her small appearance, her weak eyes and her gently shaking lips. Ah, it must be hard to die.