671: C671 Bullshit Art!

C671 Bullshit Art!

The difference between them was too great. He was almost 30, and she was 19, and the difference in their views was too great. He couldn't keep up with her new ideas, and he couldn't understand her art.

He felt that he had enough. If he continued like this, he would overdraft himself. This woman had no heart. No matter how good he was to her, she would not think that he was good to her.

He had offended so many people. She thought that someone like Yun Hongwei. . . Was it so easy to get a doctor out of the hospital? Even the provincial commissar came out to interfere. Initially, he didn't want to use the relationship of the Qin family. However, he still moved. For her sake. . . In her eyes, he had dragged his entire family into this mess. He was a bastard, not comparable to a wolf in sheep's clothing who had painted her naked.

The bathroom door opened and he heard a sound. He turned around and looked at the red patch on his woman's shoulder. He frowned and told himself that he was indifferent, just like how she treated him.

Otherwise, he would give her a heart and help her think of everything. You would work hard for her and want her to live a happy life, but she would give you a knife and stab you in the heart.

Ye Er walks over and looks at Jiang Zhao's appearance. She feels very uncomfortable. She suddenly understands very well that she is his wife. His wife was drawn naked by his brother. Any other man would not be able to bear it.

"Zhao. . . " Ye Er stood outside the open shower glass door and called softly.

Jiang Zhao stretched out his hand. "Come here. "

Ye Er also stood in. As soon as she went in, she stepped out again. Cold water. It was already late autumn now. Such cold water could not stand it. Jiang Zhao was actually washing the cold water, "Zhao, I will pour hot water for you. "

"Come here. " Jiang Zhao said coldly to Ye Er with a dark face.

Ye Er gritted her teeth and went in again.

Jiang Zhao pushed her t-shirt up. Ye Er was so cold that she trembled, but she did not know what he was going to do.

After the t-shirt was pushed up, he took it off for her again.

The cold water hit the bloody bite mark on Ye Er's shoulder. The blood was quickly washed clean. Jiang Zhao did not look over there and untied Ye Er's buttons again.

He then followed the copper buttons on the jeans.

Ye Er grabbed Jiang Zhao's hand, "Zhao, let's change to hot water to wash. It's too cold. "

"It's not cold. " He felt that the water was hot enough. His heart was cold. This little bit of water was not cold enough? "I just want to see. Take it off. -It's all gone. What would I want to do if it was placed in front of me? Yun Yeer, I want to see how long your acting will last. "

Ye Er widened her eyes," You still don't believe me? Jiang Zhao, you still don't believe me. I said it has nothing to do with him. "

"Don't tell me that you don't believe me. I want to see. I want to see if that Xi Enyuv is a eunuch or not. When he sees your body, does he not blush or jump? He spent a few hours immersed in drawing. " Jiang Zhao really didn't believe it. He didn't know how to build this trust. Just like Ye Er did not believe him, he knew that Xi Enyuv's endurance was not ordinary.

However, Ye Er's body was there, and there was no reaction from a man. He did not believe it, just like now. He saw her trembling in the cold, and the streams of water rolled down one by one. They rolled over her firm and firm chest, the pink and tender drops of water on her chest. . . She had a firm waist, sexy buttocks. . . That slender white legs.

With such a body, which normal man could look at it for a few hours?

Xi Enyuv could?

No matter how good Xi Enyuv's endurance was, after seeing her, he would not forget that his wife's nude painting was with Xi Enyuv for two months, allowing him to admire her.

He was not that generous.

Ye Er did not have the strength to defend herself anymore. Jiang Zhao was humiliating her, totally humiliating her. He took her off. The light was placed here like an exhibition, allowing him to look and wait for his reaction.

She saw that his breathing was rapid. She saw that he started to take off his shirt, belt, and pants.

He was telling her that this was the reaction of a normal man when he saw a woman's naked body. Any man should have the impulse to do so.

He was using his reaction to tell her that he did not believe that she and Enyuv were innocent.

Ye Er was a little angry as she hooked her arms around his neck and jumped up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing the cold water to wash her head. "You want me, right? Come on. "

The ice cold water penetrated the bone and the ice cold porcelain wall. The woman was ruthlessly pressed onto the wall, satisfying the man's desire for revenge. Desire. . .

After coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Zhao put on a nightgown, picked up the painting on the floor, and walked to the kitchen.1

Ye Er only heard the sound of "Plop Plop Plop" coming from the kitchen and did not dare to go over.

Jiang Zhao raised the painting and smashed the marble workbench, breaking it in two hits. He then used a small knife to remove the painting from the bottom and peel it off.

He opened the gas and let out a "Hu" sound. He threw the painting that he had peeled off onto the workbench. Surprisingly, there was a "beep beep beep" sound.

Seeing the colorful picture slowly turn into a burnt color, Jiang Zhao used the knife in his hand to move the areas that were not burned on the edge to the center.

The things drawn by other men were still drawn by other men when they were with him. This man was no other man. He was also the man whose grandfather and grandfather made them call each other brothers every day.

When he saw this painting, he felt that the fire in his chest was even more intense than the flames in front of him that had already been ignited.

What kind of bullsh * t art is this?

Bullshit art!

After burning the painting and leaving behind the remaining ashes, Jiang Zhao returned to his bedroom.

Ye Er sat there with a towel wrapped around her body, as if she was stunned silly. Jiang Zhao went to get the first aid kit and put it on the bed. He sat on it himself and took out the alcohol cotton and disinfected the alcohol. He sat behind Ye Er and helped her clean her wound without saying a word.

Ye Er trembled in pain.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Zhao asked.

"Yes, it hurts. "

"If it hurts, then remember. " Jiang Zhao said lightly.

Ye Er clenched her fists. "I will remember. Don't worry. I will not lose to you. " If the heavens gave her another chance, she swore that she would never fall in love with such a man. When he was good to you, he would praise you to the heavens. When he was angry, he would use the most intimate way to humiliate you.

Jiang Zhao said, "En. I also won't. . . " When he got off the bed, Jiang Zhao added, "You are still the same as before, treating me as someone you have to rely on. You have to do your best to please someone, if you don't want to suck up to me. . . Your father has no hope of using all your tricks. . . Don't be so emotional right now, or you'll be in trouble if you fall in love with me. . . "

Because at that time, it was very likely that he would no longer treat her well. She would feel very uncomfortable.

He realized that even if that was the case, he did not want her to feel uncomfortable when he did not have her in his heart.

Jiang Zhao, wake up.

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