At six o'clock in the morning, Qi Ye called Ye Weilan.

In order to prevent him from rushing in directly, Ye Weilan didn't have time to eat breakfast, and held the bun in one hand and Cha Duoduo in the other, followed by Lilith.

She got into the car and waited until the car started before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Ye carried her into his arms.

Ye Weilan asked: "Why did you come so early?"

Qi Ye leaned his face against her shoulder and closed his eyes: "No, I haven't slept all night."

Ye Weilan saw that he was indeed tired from his eyebrows and eyes, so he didn't ask much, and opened the lunch box in his hand, revealing a few white and fat buns: "My mother made it, it's so delicious."

Qi Ye raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Feel me."

Ye Weilan patted his hand: "Let's relax."

Qi Ye let go of his hand unwillingly. Ye Weilan sat aside, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the buns to feed him, and handed him a cup of soy milk.

Qi Ye enjoyed his wife's rare docile treatment, and his eyes softened slightly.

After Ye Weilan finished feeding him, he started to eat his own portion: "I have something to do tomorrow. I will go out early and come back late, so you won't ask much."

Qi Ye's dark eyes stared at her.

Miss Ye looked at him, and her eyes showed that there was no discussion on this matter.

Qi Ye said: "Take Lilith with you."

Ye Weilan smiled in an instant: "Okay."

When he returned to Lanze Garden, Qi Ye was forced to pull and pressed to sleep by his wife, and was almost knocked down by a pervert several times in the middle.

After a while, Ye Weilan went downstairs with red cheeks. The housekeeper was waiting at the stairs with a relieved look and handed her an exquisite jewelry box: "The young master told me to buy it for the young lady yesterday."

Ye Weilan opened curiously. On the velvet blue silk mat, a sea-blue gem necklace was quietly lying on the velvet blue silk mat. It was clear and clear, like flowing water light, and rare beauty.

This necklace is called "Sea Blue Heart". It was an engagement gift given to her beloved wife by an emperor in the Middle Ages. She accidentally saw it in the book and praised it. Unexpectedly, Qi Ye met with her heart.

Ye Weilan's eyes shone with a favourite luster, and she thanked the butler.

"Mrs., tomorrow is the young master's birthday."

In one sentence, Ye Weilan's departure was nailed.

She turned her head, her eyes were stunned, and after a while, she nodded: "I understand." Then she pushed the door and walked into the studio.

When Qi Ye woke up, he was told that the young lady had been in the studio for a whole morning.

He pushed open the door of the studio and Ye Weilan was painting attentively. The afternoon sun shone in through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the girl's beautiful face was covered with a layer of dreamy color.

Qi Ye walked over lightly, and the drawing paper showed an exquisite man with a thin figure, clean and fair figure, like a beautiful boy walking out of a comic, with his eyebrows and eyes vaguely familiar.

However, Qi Ye didn't have the time to think about whether he was familiar with it. A touch of sinisterness passed through his eyes. He squatted down and wrapped around her waist.

Ye Weilan was startled, and the brush in her hand fell off. She glared at Qi Ye with a little dissatisfaction: "Don't always scare me."

"Who is he?" Despite trying his best to cover up, Qi Ye's tone still showed signs of blackening.

Ye Weilan was silent for a while: "Don't be jealous of this, he hasn't been around for a long time."

Dead?

If you die, you shouldn't be robbed of your wife with him.

His sourness was too obvious, and Ye Weilan couldn't help laughing and crying: "He saved me, are you going to care about a child who has passed away?"

Qi Ye said expressionlessly: "But he has been living in your heart."
Chapter completed!