Hey Sir, I'm Interested In Your Genes

Ye Er could only do it. He sat down next to Zheng Ling, put his legs on the sofa and looked at the wedding photo on the wall. "It's not because you're not good at technology. You really don't have time. However, when Jiang Zhao comes down and a lot of troubles in our family are solved, we will take photos. In fact, men hate taking photos. They feel tossed. I won't follow him this time. When the family is busy, I must take a set of wedding photos. "

Zheng Ling nodded, "of course, once in a lifetime."

"Yes, once in my life, once in my life, only once!" Ye Er smiled and glanced at the picture on the wall. She said this sentence firmly. She looked at the man in the picture, as if the man's eyes were looking at her and promised her, "this is the only time in my life!"

Zheng Ling looked at Ye Er's side face somewhat numbly, then went to the fruit basket on the dining room table, bit her lip, stretched her fist, clenched it and opened it again.

"Ye'er, we have always been good friends, haven't we?"

Ye Er turned her head, reached out and pinched Zheng Ling's face, revealing her white teeth brightly, "of course, it's always been. If you hadn't been around to help me, how could I hold on? Where can I meet Jiang Zhao? After all, you are still the matchmaker between Jiang Zhao and me. I have to ask Jiang Zhao to give you a big red envelope. "

Ye'er looks at Zheng Ling and is relaxed. Seeing Zheng Ling, she can think of how her difficult seventeen year old went step by step with her friends. Many factors in life are indispensable.

Zheng Ling will give her a lot of ideas. She will secretly send money to her behind her mother's back. She will try her best to help her collect political / important / Senior / official information and itinerary. She will force Liu Cheng to help her and share her property with her.

She always felt that without Zheng Ling, she would not be who she is today.

Looking at it, I saw some tears in my eyes. I turned my head, avoided my face and blinked hard. "Hey, really, I'm getting more and more pretentious when I'm so old."

"Ye Er." Zheng Ling suddenly hugged ye'er's shoulder, lay on ye'er's shoulder and sobbed, "ye'er, you have always been my best friend. You gave me everything, but I, but I can't help you. I still, I still..."

Ye Er turned back, patted Zheng Ling on the back and comforted, "Zheng Ling, you helped me a lot. Don't say that. If you say that again, I'll be angry."

The two had been chatting. Ye Er wanted to leave Zheng Ling for lunch, but Zheng Ling said that the store was so busy. Jiang Zhao also got off work the other night and everyone ate together. Ye Er couldn't delay Zheng Ling's business. She took her to the parking lot and watched Zheng Ling drive away before going home.

Zheng Ling's car left No. 9 residence, leaned the car against the roadside, called Liu Cheng, tears wet his whole face, lay on the steering wheel and cried, "Liu Cheng, I can't forgive myself in my life! I can't forgive myself! "

Liu Cheng's voice was a little low. "There's no way. You can't shrink back if you choose! Don't call me about it during working hours. Hang up. "

Zheng Ling hung up the phone and fell on the steering wheel crying. She won't forget that everything she got today is because of Ye Er. Rich people despise people like her, and it's impossible to make friends with people like her, but Ye Er won't. Even Ye Er's compassion flows. In short, she remembers the words she scolded her mother at the beginning. Every drop of grace should be reported by Yongquan!

But now she is - repay virtue with complaint!

Ye Er called Jiang Zhao, "ah Zhao, I'm very happy today."

"Oh? Tell me? " Jiang Zhaozheng was busy reading the policy documents sent from above. Hearing Ye Er's happy voice, she couldn't help but hook her mouth. It's rare that she can laugh at home with such a stuffy nature. It's a good thing that she is happy and willing to share with him.

"Zheng Ling came to see me today. You know, I'm afraid of mother Zheng. We haven't played together for a long time. She came here today and brought fruit."

"Look at your promise. A little fruit will make you so happy." Jiang Zhao simply pushed the document forward a little, leaned back, put one hand behind his head, and listened leisurely to his woman's boring gossip.

"Of course I'm happy. Zheng Ling is very kind to me. By the way, ah Zhao, if it weren't for Zheng Ling, I wouldn't have had a chance to contact you. Do you think she's our matchmaker? Next time you have to give her a big red envelope, okay, okay?"

Ye Er repeatedly asked, "is it OK?" It's a little unreasonable and capricious, but Jiang Zhao likes it very much because of its sweet and greasy tone. He likes Ye Er's happiness about their meeting. "OK, it's all up to you. You can pack as many as you say. "

"Hehe, your mind is bad when I say it."

"You really are. If I only pack 800 yuan, don't you think I'm not grateful enough?"

"Jiang Zhao!" Ye er jumped up from the sofa and stood on it as if Jiang Zhao was standing in front of her. He forked his hands on his waist, blew his nose and stared at the direction of the TV. Fiercely, "do you and I know this thing? Is it worth 800 yuan?"

"Wife, your husband's salary is low." Jiang Zhao smiled and looked like Ye Er standing in front of him. His eyes were soft. He gently glanced at the corners of his mouth and said in embarrassment, "your husband only has so little money a month and wants to buy you brand-name bags, brand-name clothes, brand-name high-heeled shoes and brand-name skin care products, but if he spends his money on others, he can't buy these things for you. I'll be very sad..."

"Jiang Zhao ~" Ye Er's eyes suddenly swelled and cried softly, and almost shed tears. This dead man is usually so quiet. Sometimes he is as smelly and hard as a stone in the pit, but every time he tells some irrelevant lies to deceive her, he still makes her want to cry, "Jiang Zhao, you villain, why do you always coax me like this!"

"How can I coax you?" Jiang Zhao laughed this time. He could clearly listen to Ye Er's mood from the receiver. He gently sucked his nose, took a paper towel, blew his nose, and took another nose. At this time, the paper towel was afraid to be wiping his tears and caressing his heart. The position was beating like she was jumping playfully inside, "I always want to dress you better. Which girl of your age doesn't like to show off? Seeing you deliberately keep yourself so low-key now, I feel sorry for you... "

Ye Er listened and squatted slowly on the sofa, his head buried in his knee, "Jiang Zhao, you are necrotic. You are usually necrotic. You never say something nice to me like this, never..."