After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 390 Three Big Cats

Jiang Shiyu watched Yan Zeyu approaching him step by step with a watercolor pen in his hand. His heart suddenly felt like it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. His eyes were full of fear and helplessness, as if he had seen a devil.

His eyes were wide open with extreme fear, and his body was twisting desperately, with every muscle exerting force, trying to avoid the approaching "threat" of Yan Zeyu.

However, it was completely useless. Jiang Shiwen pinned him down and he couldn't move at all. Jiang Shiwen's strength was like a heavy mountain, making it impossible for him to break free.

Jiang Shiyu's back was pressed tightly against the ground, and the feeling of oppression made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Yan Zeyu looked at Jiang Shiyu with a smirk and said, "Jiang Shiyu, you should have thought of this moment when you painted our faces just now."

There was a hint of triumph and revenge in his voice, and the tone was as if he had finally waited for this moment of revenge.

The watercolor pen in his hand was waved in front of Jiang Shiyu's eyes, as if it was a tool that was about to inflict punishment and would leave a "masterpiece" on his face at any time.

Jiang Shiyu struggled hard, veins bulged on his forehead like winding little snakes, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and the sweat dripped onto the ground and was instantly absorbed by the ground.

His legs kept kicking the ground, trying to find a support point to break free from Jiang Shiwen's suppression.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please let me go!"

Jiang Shiyu's voice was filled with tears and pleading. The voice was trembling, as if it was filled with fear and regret coming from the depths of his soul.

But in the end, he was still no match for Jiang Shiwen's strength. Jiang Shiwen's arms were like iron clamps, tightly locking him. The strength was strong and firm, making Jiang Shiyu feel desperate.

Jiang Shiyu was filled with regret. When did this guy become so strong?

How could he be so unlucky to be caught red-handed? If he had known earlier, he would have trained his muscles well. Now he is in a passive position!

"Huh, you know you're wrong now? It's too late!"

Jiang Shiwen said this through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with anger, and he was not moved at all by Jiang Shiyu's pleas for mercy.

The rage seemed to devour Jiang Shiyu completely and make him pay the price for his actions.

Yan Zeyu squatted down and approached Jiang Shiyu, "Let me think about it, where should I start drawing?"

His eyes swept back and forth across Jiang Shiyu's face, and he deliberately pretended to be thinking, as if he was admiring a piece of art that was about to be transformed by him.

Jiang Shiyu's face turned pale, "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, please, don't draw me, I will never dare to do it again."

His voice trembled and his body shook with fear, like a fallen leaf in the cold wind.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yan Zeyu said impatiently, then reached out and pinched Jiang Shiyu's chin, preventing him from turning his head.

Yan Zeyu applied force with his fingers and Jiang Shiyu felt a pain in his chin.

Jiang Shiwen increased the strength of his hands, "Behave yourself, or you'll be in trouble." Jiang Shiyu felt that his breathing became difficult, "Brother, I can't breathe, be gentler, be gentler." His voice became weak, almost begging.

Yan Zeyu didn't care about that. He picked up the watercolor pen and started painting on Jiang Shiyu's face.

With the first stroke, a long colorful mark appeared on Jiang Shiyu's face. The color was bright and dazzling.

"Ah!" Jiang Shiyu screamed.

"Why are you screaming? This has just begun." Yan Zeyu said with a smile, his smile was full of the pleasure of having succeeded in his prank.

Jiang Shiyu's tears welled up in his eyes. "You have gone too far. I will definitely take revenge." There was a hint of stubbornness and unwillingness in his voice.

"You still dare to be stubborn?" Jiang Shiwen pressed him harder, and Jiang Shiyu only felt the pressure on him become heavier.

Yan Zeyu continued to use his "creativity" on Jiang Shiyu's face. After a while, Jiang Shiyu's face became colorful and funny. The various colors mixed together made people laugh.

"Hahaha, look at you now." Yan Zeyu couldn't help laughing, and his laughter echoed in the room.

Jiang Shiwen also let go of his hand, stood up, looked at Jiang Shiyu's face, and couldn't help laughing.

That smile contained both the satisfaction of revenge and the laughter at Jiang Shiyu's current appearance.

Jiang Shiyu took the opportunity to get up and rushed to the mirror. When he saw his horrible face, he almost cried.

"How can I go out and meet people?"

His voice was filled with despair and collapse. What he cared about most was his face, but now it was painted all over.

Yan Zeyu sneered, pointed at his own face and said, "You're still talking about your face. You bought two faces for me and painted them like that. You still have the nerve to talk about yourself!"

His expression was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

Jiang Shiwen walked over with a cold face and looked at his younger brother, his eyes full of "anger".

"Jiang Shiyu, I advise you to count and delete the photos in your circle of friends, otherwise I will beat you to death!"

Jiang Shiwen stretched out his fist to warn Jiang Shiyu, and his fist was clenched tightly as if he would swing it out at any time.

Jiang Shiyu instantly got scared. He had no choice but to take out his phone and delete the Moments on his phone. He hadn't noticed that his Moments had almost fifty likes. If he had known that his Moments usually didn't even have five likes.

Suddenly I didn't want to delete it.

“Can I not delete it?”

Jiang Shiyu was still courting death. He looked up at Jiang Shiwen with a hint of luck and temptation in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a few clicking sounds coming from Yan Zeyu's phone.

"Yan Zeyu, what are you doing!" Jiang Shiyu instantly got furious, his voice sharp and angry.

"What am I going to do? Of course I'm going to post you on WeChat Moments. What else can I do?"

Yan Zeyu didn't even raise his head, just staring at the phone in his hand, his fingers still typing on it. He looked so focused as if he was carefully writing an important article.

Jiang Shiyu became anxious instantly and said quickly: "You are infringing my portrait rights! I have the right to sue you!"

His voice became a little sharp because of his anxiety.

Yan Zeyu raised his eyes calmly, looked at Jiang Shiyu and said, "You are still violating your portrait rights? I think you are violating my portrait rights, right?"

Yan Zeyu raised his phone and shook it, and on the screen was the circle of friends that Jiang Shiyu had posted.

Jiang Shiyu shut his mouth instantly. Indeed, he was the one who started this matter.

Jiang Shiyu was speechless for a moment. Well, it was indeed wrong of him.