669: C669 What a Detailed Painting

C669 What a Detailed Painting

Men always care about their face. This was what Granny said. The place she lived in was too shabby. If others were to talk about it, it would be a disgrace to Jiang Zhao.

Ye Er took the painting and went back to where she lived. Jiang Zhao said in the morning that he would send someone to clean up the new house and pick up her father in the afternoon.

She actually could not get excited.

Logically speaking, people would be so excited that they would want to cry at this time.

But she didn't. She couldn't understand why she couldn't shed tears, because she still couldn't believe that Jiang Zhao would get his father out so quickly. However, she accepted it with a clear conscience, as if he should do this for her.

In this kind of days where she should not know what to do, Ye Er actually had the mood to tidy up the house, clean up the house, tidy up some clothes, and move a new home. The things over there were all done by Jiang Zhao, and she did not care.

She only needed to bring some clothes and the things that she usually used to go over.

That's right. She was moving to a new house. It was a happy day. When her father came out, he had a new house to live in. It was very good for the family to be together. There was nothing to cry about.

If his father asked where his mother had gone?

What did she say? Had she run away?

No, her father wouldn't ask. Her father only asked once, and she answered half-heartedly. Her father was smarter than anyone else, and he could feel it.

Jiang Zhao called for the moving company and arranged for people to help Ye Er move. He was too busy and could not spare any time. Furthermore, he had to bring Ye Er along with him after work.

Although Jiang Zhao did invite some people to clean up the house, Ye Er felt that there were some things that had to be kept by herself. Otherwise, she would not be able to find them anywhere.

Fortunately, there were not many messy things. It was also the well-renovated current house. A few hours of work helped to pack up the things in an hour.

When Ye Er arrived at the locker room, she discovered that Jiang Zhao's clothes had already filled up the wardrobe in the locker room. His movements were quite fast. There were so many of them here, so Ouyang Yan should not have much left, right?

Men seldom wore as many clothes as he did. Actually, he liked to dress up very much, right? Although the style of the man's clothes was just like that, his color was complete. Although it was not overly gorgeous, as long as he wore it a little brighter, it would be very tempting.

The bed was already laid and the bedroom door was closed. When Ye Er was looking at the painting, she encountered a problem. What should she do with this nude painting? She could not hang it up like a wedding picture, but if she put it away, it would not be discovered by others.

He placed the painting on the bed and carefully looked at it. After the frame was framed, it seemed to be of high quality. This figure, he hoped that it would never change its appearance.

Ye Er was a little tired. It was all because of that man who was so excited last night that he insisted on doing it to his death. It was so tiring. Lying on the bed, Ye Er wanted to sleep. She turned her head and thought that it was still early. She should sleep for half an hour.

Jiang Zhao had asked Liu Cheng. Ye Er had moved to Mansion Number Nine. She had to pick up her father-in-law at five o'clock. She had to go back and pick up Ye Er. It was her fault that she did not have a phone.

When he opened the door and lowered his head to change his shoes, he called out happily twice. No one responded to him. He went to the rooms one by one, guessing that she was tidying up. The rooms were very clean, so he could stay today. It was pretty good. She would definitely be happy to have a more comfortable house to stay in.

When she went upstairs to their bedroom, she found that she had fallen asleep. She was probably exhausted.

They wanted to go over and build something for her.

As soon as they laid down, they saw a nude painting on the bed. It was 1. 23m in length and 70 to 80 centimeters wide. This size must be very beautiful.

He looked at the woman in the painting. Her naked body was only covered by a thin layer of gauze. Her elbows were bent, covering her chest but revealing a small arc. Her graceful figure was curved in an extremely alluring arc, her facial expression was transparent. It was the innocence of a young girl, her calves playfully swinging about. Her eyelashes seemed to be dyed with colorful sunlight, and her entire person seemed to be alive. What a detailed painting.

In his impression, a painting that was painted with oil should not be so detailed. Which faction did this belong to?

It was like an art painting.

He looked at it for a while before frowning. He reached out and patted Ye Er's butt. "Get up. "

"What are you doing?" Ye Er turned around and still wanted to sleep.

"Get up. " Jiang Zhao's voice was a little louder.

"Say it, what are you doing?"1

"When did you draw it?"

Ye Er sat up and saw Jiang Zhao looking at the painting. She scratched her head and yawned. "In the summer. "

"In the summer?"

"Yes," said Ye Er.

Jiang Zhao was depressed in his heart. In short, he did not feel very comfortable. In the summer, before marriage, it might still be before the peerless beauty and the others met again.

His heart ached, but he still asked. "Why would you draw such a painting?"

Ye Er said, "What's wrong with this kind of painting? Is art good? I should take advantage of my youth to leave a reading image for myself. When I get older, I don't have such a good figure. If you draw any more, you won't look good. "

"What's in your head?" Jiang Zhao looked at the painting. It was beautiful, but it was beautiful. He was just angry. "Who drew it for you? Was it a man or a woman?" Forget about a woman, if it was a man. . . The more she thought about it, the more she frowned. But now, there were many women who knew how to draw. There were also many good paintings, unlike in the past. Those who did well in the arts were basically all men. Jiang Zhao comforted himself in his heart.

Ye Er casually said, "Enyuv. "

Feeling that the atmosphere was a little too quiet, Ye Er looked up at Jiang Zhao seriously and found that his eyes were no longer normal. There were many kinds of emotions rolling and alternating too quickly. Ye Er did not have Mind Reading and suddenly realized that she could not understand. But she knew that Jiang Zhao was angry.

"Enyuv? Xi Enyuv?" Jiang Zhao was sitting on the bed. He stretched out his long legs and got off the bed. He held Ye Er's nude painting in his hand and lifted it up. He shook it a few times in front of Ye Er.

Ye Er was afraid that the corner of the drawing board would hurt her. She was so scared that she stepped back, "Yes, it's him. "

Everything around was so quiet that it was scary. Ye Er only heard her own heartbeat and Jiang Zhao's heavy breathing. After a while, she heard him snorting coldly, "You guys have already realized this?"

Yet you want to pretend that you are not familiar with each other? Did he think that Jiang Zhao was a fool?

"We've known each other for more than a year. He painted me a few times. But I paid him every time. This painting was drawn two months ago. But today, when I went to Xi family to get the painting, he did not want money. . . "Ye Er kept searching. She didn't say anything else. She knew that Jiang Zhao was so angry that he was shaking. She did not think that there was anything wrong with this painting, but why was Jiang Zhao so angry?

Was it because Enyuv knew him?

His wife was drawn by his friend. Was it shameful?

But she didn't know about this relationship when she was painting. If she knew, she definitely wouldn't have gone to find Enyuv.

Jiang Zhao closed his eyes and raised his head to let out a huge breath. When he looked at Ye Er again, he raised the painting in his hand and smashed it against the wall!

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