I asked, "How serious would it be if he sued me again?"

She shook the pen, thought for a moment, then looked at me and said, "That depends on how badly you beat him this time." ”

After speaking, she narrowed her eyes and smiled, she was incredibly beautiful.

I peeked at the clock on the wall, and it was just after ten o'clock in the morning.

If I want to excuse her to eat, I have to put it off until at least half past eleven.

I said to her, "Draw it for you." ”

I changed another sheet of paper and started drawing quickly.

The pencil rustled on the paper, the room was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

She likes to sketch, stretches her neck, and looks very seriously.

I also painted more and more meticulously, painted my own slender figure more majestic, painted Yang Yuansheng like a dead fish, her legs drooped weakly, when she saw the more and more vivid puddle of urine stains, she couldn't help but smile red.

"You pinched him by the neck, and it looked like a lot of force. Can you really lift him up with one hand?"

I nodded, and saw her expression of unfinished business. He pulled over another piece of paper and began to draw another scene.

In this scene, Yang Yuansheng was in shock and fell into his urine stains, and there were obvious pinch marks on his neck.

She looked at the painting in surprise and asked worriedly, "Are you sure he's okay?" ”

I said, "He's not dead, I'm sure, don't forget I'm a doctor." ”

"Where do you look like a doctor? Except for staying in the Chinese medicine hall, you don't look like a doctor, but you look a bit like a ......" Her beautiful eyes flowed, and she wanted to speak again, which made my heart itch.

"What am I like," curiosity drove me to look up and stare at her. I want to know what kind of image I am in her mind.

Her face is close at hand, her snow-white skin is delicate and smooth, she can be broken by blowing, and her eyes are bright and toothy, which is extremely moving. I couldn't help but be a little shaken.

Her eyes couldn't help but move down a few feet, and she saw her tall chest, holding up her white shirt almost burst, which was very visually impactful.

I suddenly felt a little hot, and my eyes hurriedly moved up.

I saw her angry eyes, and she glanced at me angrily.

"What am I like?"

"Violent maniac, still a bit of an erotic violent maniac," she stood up in disgust, pulled through a few sketches, tucked them into her notebook, and then neatly packed up her things and prepared to leave.

I'm in a hurry, say I'm sexy?

"Where am I sexy? Aren't you women so good-looking just to make men look good?"

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she stared at me for ten seconds. It wasn't until his face turned red that he put the things into his briefcase angrily, without raising his head, and two words burst out of his mouth: "Goodbye!"

After saying that, turn around and leave.

"Haha," I couldn't help laughing, she didn't like people to pay attention to her looks and appearance, but she was born a stunner in the world.

The Creator is really a contradiction to create such a perfect woman, but she herself does not care.

"What are you laughing at?" she had already reached the door, and then stopped curiously, turned sideways, and glared at me.

"I'm laughing at you for being rude, others appreciate your beauty, but you don't appreciate it," I stood up, looked her in the eyes, and said, "The door is there, please!"

Although I like her type very much, after experiencing the baptism of a beauty like Shen Wan, I more or less understand a truth. The more you care about a woman, the more she doesn't treat you as a dish.

She was angry and wanted to leave, but she was a little unwilling.

Finally, she clenched her fists, as if she had made up her mind, and suddenly turned around and strode towards me, her pretty face replaced with the smirk of that damn profession.