The heart is the source of sin, and the heart on the sketch gives off the smell of corrosion, and this heart is broken.

One one

"Is anyone outside?" He Shuli's voice came from the changing room.

"Yes, me." Jiang Yiyuan walked to the door of the changing room, Xu didn't smile enough just now, and he was still smiling when he spoke.

"It's okay, you go." He Shuli listened to Jiang Yiyuan's smile as if she had bad intentions and urged him to leave quickly.

"Then I'm leaving." Jiang Yiyuan asked tentatively, pretending to leave.

There was a sound of clothes rubbing against his body from the changing room, and He Shuli hurriedly said, "Jiang Yiyuan, you come back for me!" ”

He Shuli opened the door.

"It's coming!" Jiang Yiyuan replied with a smile and reluctantly entered through the half-open door.

It was dark inside, and she didn't turn on the light, was it because he came in?

"Help me zip up." He Shuli clasped her hands on her chest and said to him with her back to him.

"Oh!" Jiang Yiyuan answered and pulled up the half-open zipper behind He Shuli.

"Jiang Yiyuan, I asked you to pull it away for me, not to help me pull it up, I finally pulled it down." He Shuli said a lot angrily.

"Hahaha, how did you put it on?" Jiang Yiyuan asked.

"I, I, I, why do I have to tell you." He Shuli stammered.

"If you can wear it, you can definitely take it off, I'm leaving." Jiang Yiyuan said deliberately, pretending to leave, but in fact reached out to help her unzip.

"Jiang Yiyuan!" He Shuli shouted and turned around.

"Brush!" Jiang Yiyuan just opened her zipper, and her skirt slipped off her body, "Ah! He Shuli screamed and quickly covered her chest.

"Jiang Yiyuan, I'm not done with you!"

"I didn't mean to!" Jiang Yiyuan explained with his eyes closed.

The changing room was so dark that none of them could see anyone.

"Jiang Yiyuan, don't you go out soon!" He Shuli blushed and shouted.

"Yes, yes, I'll get out." Jiang Yiyuan covered his eyes and retreated, shouting outside again, "I really didn't mean to. ”

There was a faint light in the mirror, and He Shuli turned her back to the mirror, covering her chest and turning her head to look at the faint traces reflected in the mirror.

Jiang Yiyuan, who came out of the changing room, had red ears, and he didn't see anything, but when he helped He Shuli pull the zipper, he accidentally touched her back.

The smooth and delicate skin under the shoulders seems to be ...... further down Jiang Yiyuan shook his head, what was he thinking!

Jiang Yiyuan picked out a light blue dress from the hanger and called the clerk to send it in to He Shuli.

Then Jiang Yiyuan went to check out with the clerk.

A woman's voice came from the changing room, faintly, as if she was talking about some little secret.

"Keep an eye on him, and if he dares to betray the rivers, get rid of him."

"Jiang Yiyuan is still checking Eleven, let Eleven be careful."

"Inform him to act tonight."

He Shuli changed her clothes and walked out of the changing room, and the woman in the changing room next door also came out.

He Shuli thought to herself, no wonder she seemed to hear someone talking, it turned out that there were also people in the changing room next door.

He Shuli glanced at the woman a few more times, and she was a beautiful woman, saying that the women she met in the past few days were all very beautiful.

If she also wore makeup, it would look good, but she couldn't wear makeup now.

Jiang Yiyuan walked over, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily, "It's beautiful." ”

He Shuli seemed to have forgotten what had just happened, pursing her lips and smiling.

He Shuli suddenly thought about it again, and glared at Jiang Yiyuan, "What happened just now is not over!" "Fist waving.

Jiang Yiyuan held He Shuli's fist with one hand, rubbed He Shuli's hair with the other, and asked with a smile, "You haven't washed your hair, isn't it oily with your hair?" He retracted his hand and sniffed it, pretending to be disgusted.

"Jiang Yiyuan, you're dead!" He Shuli gritted her teeth and said, she couldn't break free of Jiang Yiyuan, and waved her other hand at Jiang Yiyuan.

Jiang Yiyuan quickly shook He Shuli's fist, and laughed, "Sample! ”

"Jiang Yiyuan, let me go!"

"Haha, don't let go!" Jiang Yiyuan grimaced at He Shuli.

The little volcano in He Shuli's heart is about to erupt!

Jiang Yiyuan and He Shuli are like flirtatious little "couples" in the eyes of others.

Jiang Yiyuan saw the clerk come over with a smile on his face and let go of He Shuli. He Shuli suddenly stumbled, Jiang Yiyuan hurriedly supported her, and He Shuli fell into Jiang Yiyuan's arms.

"Miss, your boyfriend is so considerate." The clerk said with a smile.

He Shuli hurriedly bounced out of Jiang Yiyuan's arms.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

"I'm her dad!"

The two spoke at the same time, He Shuli glared at Jiang Yiyuan, there were outsiders, and they could only signal with their eyes, "You are dead!" ”

The clerk looked embarrassed, the man looked like twenty-seven or eighteen, and the woman's face was a little childish, and she looked like a little man was one or two years old!

It's not like the relationship between the father of the gold lord and his goddaughter!

The clerk seemed to understand something, and his face showed a look of "I understand".

"Good daughter, it's time to go back!"

He even dared to scream!

"Jiang Yiyuan!" He Shuli shouted fiercely.

Jiang Yiyuan ran away with long legs, and He Shuli desperately chased after him.

"It's good to be young!" The clerk said enviously.

The inky sky seemed to crack open, and bean-sized raindrops fell from the opening, first crackling into a mess, and then falling quickly in a uniform group.

"Boom", a series of lightning streaked through the night, making a loud noise, lightning and thunder. The lightning bolt seemed to slash towards a retro castle-like villa in the suburbs.

In the villa, the crystal clear lights shroud the interior as if it were daytime, and there are not many people in the huge villa.

The two maids put away the utensils on the table and went down, while the butler stood by and taught a young man to draw.

The young man's face is handsome, his long and curly eyelashes cover his melancholy eyes, his short black hair, and his white shirt, just like a male god in a romance novel.

The young man took the paintbrush and listened to the butler's guidance to draw, and the young man listened to the butler's words, but just nodded and did not make a sound.

It seems that this is a teenager who doesn't like to talk.

A middle-aged man with a big belly and a shiny face stared at the woman sitting on the sofa.

The woman on the sofa was very beautiful and sweet, with a small melon seed face, big eyes, watery, hot wavy curls, and wearing a navy blue dress.

The woman looked at the young man next to her and painted, and her eyes carefully outlined the young man's good-looking face.

The middle-aged man walked over and sat on the sofa, the sofa suddenly sunken down, and the middle-aged man smiled and squinted, "Bo Hui has been back for a few days, and he hasn't had a good chat with his uncle!" ”

Chen Bohui subconsciously leaned over to the young man, who was still painting seriously.

"Uncle, I have something to go back to." Chen Bohui said with a smile as much as possible.

"What's the matter, uncle can help you, go to my study and talk about it." The middle-aged man's eyes scanned the woman, and his gaze stayed on the woman's chest.

"No, uncle, I'm really in trouble." Chen Bohui said anxiously and got up to leave.

"It's raining heavily outside, how dangerous it is to go out." The middle-aged man grabbed Chen Bohui's hand hard.

"Boyou, save my sister." Chen Bohui's voice was dyed with a hint of crying.

Chen Boyou stopped painting and looked up at Chen Bohui, her eyes revealing a pleading look.

Chen Boyou lowered his head and painted again.

The middle-aged man felt impetuous, and could no longer wrap the greedy lust heart, and dragged Chen Boyou upstairs, "Bohui, uncle has something to say to you." ”

"Uncle, please, let me go!" Chen Bohui struggled while crying, and the middle-aged man ignored Chen Bohui and dragged her upstairs quickly.

"Boyou, save my sister!" Chen Bohui pulled the railing on the corridor and begged.

Chen Boyou was unmoved and continued to paint.

The middle-aged man dragged the crying Chen Bohui upstairs, and the man standing next to the housekeeper walked away quietly.

There was a sound upstairs, the creaking of the bed board, the sound of tearing clothes, the sound of glass breaking, but there was no voice from Chen Boyou.

"Boom", these sounds are hidden in the sound of thunder and lightning.

Chen Boyou pursed his lips, increasing the intensity of his drawing, and made a sound of rubbing between the pen and the paper.

The painting is a heart, an unfinished heart, and the black heart faintly reveals the smell of decay.