Dangdang said: "This is too risky. What if my sister-in-law is bullied by Ye Mingzhu?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Qi Ye and Ding Ding look over at the same time, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the little idiot.

Dangdang blinks.

Ding Ding held Dangdang's face and observed carefully: "Why did I have such a white-looking brother?"

Qi Ye shook his head, it was still too simple.

He still had certain expectations for this matter. The more Ye Weilan felt sorry for Ye Bing, the more he hated the Ye family. When his wife became cruel, she was also a top terrifying figure.

So, with this mentality, Qi Ye felt at ease to fool his wife out.

Before leaving, Miss Ye frequently turned around suspiciously: "Why do I think you have bad intentions?"

Qi Yetong's shoes smiled purely and harmlessly: "Lan, I won't harm you."

This is true.

So Ye Weilan took Lilith away.

There is a camellia garden outside the city. Master Qi said he wanted to see camellia painted by his wife. Recently, she was obedient to whatever he asked for, and she had an inexplicable intuition. Qi Ye said that he likes camellia, which was not like he said casually, but a sense of extreme appropriation. This flower is of great significance to him.

Ye Weilan set up the drawing board, and Lilith lay on the ground as a sofa for her.

The beautiful sea of ​​camellia is as gorgeous as fire, the white is as pure as snow, the big flowers bloom, the vitality is lush, the ultimate brightness and purity form a strange beauty.

Ye Weilan frowned. Why did she feel that this flower is like Qi Ye's people, mixing two completely opposite temperaments, forming a person who cannot be described as simple and charming or pure.

It's such a contradictory and tangled existence.

Ye Weilan moved his brush and began to draw with concentration.

When Ye Mingzhu came, the first thing she saw was the canvas spread out on the ground. All the paintings were camellias, red and white, and they were lifelike.

In the second look, she saw a beautiful side face, which was indeed a rare beauty.

In the third eye, her eyes fell on the trembling brush.

She was painting a person, with the sea of ​​camellia as the background. The man sat in the flowers with a gorgeous temperament. One of his legs stretched out, one of his legs bent, and one hand lazily placed on his knees. His slightly long hair covered his eyes, and the corners of his lips were raised with vague tenderness.

This is the deepest impression Qi Ye left on her in Ye Weilan's memory.

I don’t know when his cold and domineering side gradually faded from her heart.

Miss Ye pointed at the person on the drawing with a slender finger: "What a monster, an enemy!"

Then, she slowly put away all the paintings and put them on the drawing board, then looked at Ye Mingzhu: "I snatched your man?"

Usually, a woman who can find her and has such a vicious look has nothing to do except Qi Ye’s bad peach blossoms.

Ye Mingzhu smiled sinisterly: "My surname is Ye."

Ye Weilan was stunned for a second or two and then smiled slowly.

She finally knew why Qi Ye asked her to go out.

Ye Bing's death has long become a heart-wrenching problem, and it will never heal. However, if it cannot heal, it does not mean it will not improve.

And the good medicine for improvement is the blood of the Ye family.
Chapter completed!