Chapter 1262

Step by step, Zhao Jian came to her and squatted down slowly.

Jiang Xuerou's face was covered with blood, lying on the ground, coughing, but still did not forget to blame Zhao Jian, "you, you, you killed me, Rufeng will not I won't let you go. "

"Up to now, you still don't know whether to call it or not!" With a cold hum, she lifted Jiang Xuerou up again and was about to throw her out, but Zhao Jian was stunned.

Just now, the pile of paintings fell down and Jiang Xuerou pressed them under her body. When she mentioned them, she found that there was a picture of Ji Rufeng in those paintings.

In the picture, Ji Rufeng is lying in a reclining chair. The sun is shining on him. He has one arm behind his neck and his eyes are half narrowed. He looks very comfortable. Moreover, his right fingers are on the armrest of the reclining chair and knock at will. This is his unique posture when he relaxes. It's very beautiful.

The person who painted this painting must have seen Ji Rufeng like this. Even if it's a real-time photo, the aesthetic state is just like this, but

What annoys Zhao Jian is that Ji Rufeng in the painting in nature 's garb!

Zhao Jian only felt that her head was buzzing, and the suppressed madness in her deep body almost exploded in an instant. She almost threw jiang Xuerou out!

Jiang Xuerou hit the ground heavily again. She didn't cry, but she laughed, "why don't he promise you not to draw women naked? He's willing to be my model

With a bang, a sharp scalpel plunges into the mounted picture. The acrylic board used for mounting is broken. Then, the remaining acrylic boards are crushed by Zhao Jian.

she glanced at Jiang Xuerou and picked up the paint she had previously adjusted.

"It's a wonderful memory, isn't it?"

"No!" With a scream, Jiang Xuerou pours on Zhao Jian regardless of the pain. The paint spills from the bowl and pastes the man in the picture.

"No!" She rushed over and wiped off the paint with her hands, but the colorful paint fell on it like a thick ball, which she could not wipe off.

She turned her head and glared at Zhao Jian with hatred, "even if you can destroy this painting, you can't destroy our time together!"

"Your time together?" Zhao Jian chest ups and downs, "I would like to ask, when do you have a few moments together?"

Jiang Xuerou said angrily, "what is it to do with you?"

"What is it to do with me?" Zhao Jian sneered and squatted down slowly, "what do you say to me? The last thing I like in my life is that someone cares about my things! "

"What's your thing? He's a man, not a thing!"

"So what!" Zhao Jian stares at her. There seems to be a fire burning in her chest. "I remember you are right-handed. Did you draw with this hand?"

She took Jiang Xuerou's right hand and looked at it. Tut tut said, "it's really beautiful."

Jiang Xuerou, forced back to earn, but his wrist was pinched by Zhao Jian.

She panicked. "What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Zhao Jian ha ha ha a smile, "you guess."

A bright scalpel appeared in Zhao Jian's hand. Jiang Xuerou felt dark in front of her eyes and tried her best to struggle. However, a deep pain came from her hand. With a "poof", the scalpel went through her palm and was nailed into the wooden floor under her body.

Zhao Jian smiles and looks at the bright red color flowing out from under her palm. She dips some of it with her fingertips and hands it to Jiang Xuerou. The cold eyeground between her eyebrows and eyes is dyed with madness. "See? There is always a price to pay for coveting other people's things. "

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