617: C617 Make Me Look Better

C617 Make Me Look Better

1At this time, She looked like a nineteen year old little girl. There wasn't even a bit of powder on her skin. It was as tender and tender as Lychee, who had just peeled off her skin.

Jiang Zhao thought of something and reached out to pinch Ye Er's face. "Then I'll send you back later. "

Ye Er saw the dark green light in Jiang Zhao's eyes and suddenly understood what he meant. "No!"

Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly and his tone was neither warm nor angry. "You want to talk about conditions with me?"

Ye Er knew that Jiang Zhao was angry and angry? This master was not someone she could offend. If she wanted to offend him, she had to wait until her brother's matter was over before turning hostile and not recognizing him. Otherwise, the sleep she slept with him yesterday would be too much of a loss!

Thus, a certain someone's spine softened. He leaned sideways towards Jiang Zhao and reached out his slender jade arm to hook onto Jiang Zhao's neck. His chin was hanging on his shoulder, and his lips were next to his ear. Master," he said softly. My brother is only nine years old. What if I don't go back when I see him later? He ran out and ran around. What if he's lost? "

Jiang Zhao's ears were filled with a terrifying demonic aura. His body leaned towards the passenger seat as well. He held Ye Er's chin with his large hand. During the summer, his cold fingers pressed against her soft cherry lips as he said in a low voice, "Then go and tell him that a friend is looking for him. There's something I need to talk to him about. "

Kissing was better than imagined. It was also more terrifying than imagined. His breathing was rapid and his heart rate was chaotic.

A man's hug was hard to endure and warm, but other than instinct, there was no other emotion.

Ye Er let Jiang Zhao kiss for a long time before pushing him away. She said with a begging voice, "Monday. . . Okay? I'll go and accompany you after work. My little brother is still young. He will be afraid if he doesn't see me. Other than this, I'll promise you anything. "

She didn't dare to delude herself that Jiang Zhao would agree, but Jiang Zhao unexpectedly let her go at this time.

Jiang Zhao adjusted his breathing and took a golden card from the instrument panel. He pressed his fingers together and handed it to Ye Er. "Take this back. "

"Ah?!"

Jiang Zhao put the card in Ye Er's hand. The righteous look on his face in front of her disappeared. He leaned over and bit Ye Er's ear. His long fingers hooked Ye Er's round collar of her pajamas, making some of the spring light fall into his lowered eyes.

The man laughed in a low voice, "Don't you think your body is more valuable?"

"Don't you think your body is more valuable? Go over on Monday. . . "

Ye Er finally confirmed her position. She was a sellers. She had wanted to sell her body to Min Zikai before, but a mother suddenly appeared on the way.

Later, she chose a good-looking and powerful buyer. Before the matter of her brother settled, she had to look at the buyer's face and live her life.

She had no choice. It was also her luck that this buyer took a liking to her. Besides Jiang Zhao, there was probably no one else who would dare to do anything to her.

"Thank you for your praise, Lord Tomahawk. I'll put it away then. " Ye Er revealed a brilliant smile. She held the card between her hands and rubbed it. That action seemed to be like rubbing her hands to warm herself up in winter.

Ye Er brought Si Jie to see her father in prison on Saturday. They could only tell each other that they were doing well and did not need to worry about each other.

After sending Si Jie to school on Monday, Ye Er went to Wutong Street. No matter how hot it was outside, this street was always cold. Those hundred-year-old Wutong had a solid foundation and were able to cover the sky with their hands. No matter how sharp the sunlight was, it could still isolate them from this place.

Therefore, those artists could use a kind of comfortable posture to dip their hands into ink and paint.

Ye Er stood beside the boy and watched him use art to earn money without saying a word. A sketch of 30, a drawing of 30, and an oil painting of 300.

The boy's skin was white and his hair was not scalded like children of the same age. The style of his hair was fresh and fragmented. The sea of flowing water in front of his forehead was blown diagonally by the wind, covering half of his straight eyebrows. He focused on holding the oil tray and dipped it in the paint, appearing especially calm and beautiful.

Until the buyer was sent away, Ye Er began to joke with the boy, "Hey, not bad. You have to be a multi-millionaire. "

The boy said indifferently, "It's not like there are people painting oil paintings every day. "

Ye Er felt bored and asked, "What is art?"

The boy lowered his head to tidy up the paint and asked back, "Then what do you think art is?"

Ye Er looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the tree crevice, "I feel that everything beautiful is art. "

The boy casually said, "Like you?"

Ye Er tilted her head and looked at the boy. "Am I beautiful?"

The boy put down the pigment he was tidying up and looked at Ye Er with a smile. That smile was so clean that it was like the breeze blowing between peach and almond white on spring day. It made one's heart flutter. "Not beautiful. "

Ye Er could not help but feel disappointed and frustrated, "Yes. I also feel that. . . I am not beautiful. " She did not deserve to be associated with the word beauty. Only those with pure hearts were qualified to be beautiful. For example, this boy would never say anything against his heart. If he felt that something was wrong, then he would say it. If he felt that something was wrong, then he would say it. He was beautiful and clean. He doesn't need to look at anyone's face to live his life. He doesn't need to depend on anyone. Unrestrained.

If nothing happened to the Yun family, she should be like this, doing what she liked to do, learning the specialty that she was interested in. . .

She suddenly felt that she had thought too much and shook her head. She reached out and patted the boy's shoulder. "Hey, on this street, do you know anyone who painted a human body well? A more reliable one, the kind that can paint an ugly body beautifully. "

The smile on the boy's face suddenly disappeared and he looked at Ye Er with a stunned face. There was a trace of panic on his face. " Ah?"

Ye Er retreated to the bottom of the wall by the street. The boy's bicycle was placed there. She lifted her butt and sat in the back seat. She shook her feet and looked at the boy's eyes. She puffed her cheeks and said, "I'm almost 19 years old. I want to paint an artistic human body and leave it as a memento. It's best to paint me more beautiful. "

The boy only felt that he was a little silly. He was scared silly by the girl in front of him. What did she want to do? Drawing a human body? Let someone draw a human body for her?

"Doesn't your school often hire human models? Isn't it art? "

The boy felt as if his brain had been smashed by something, and he could no longer tell what he had heard. "You want to be a human model?!"

"Why are you so loud?" Ye Er reached out to her mouth and made a silent mouth shape. "Lower your voice. Later, everyone will look over. "

The boy snorted and turned his head away from Ye Er. "You actually want to be a human model. "

Ye Er jumped off the bicycle. "What's wrong? Even if I want to be a human model, isn't it also for the sake of art? Don't you artists also say that the human body is the most beautiful art?"

Moreover, she never thought about being a human model at all. She just wanted to leave a memento for herself. Why did it have to do with her wanting to be a human model?

Ye Er moved forward and was knocked on the head by the boy who suddenly turned around. She covered her forehead and complained, "What are you doing? The child has such a big temper!"

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