Chapter 987

Outside the house, the rain was pouring down, and the rain made a crackling sound on the glass windows. Different from the domestic, New York is sunny, gentle wind, especially comfortable.

Shen Qingyou is sitting on the rattan chair in the courtyard, holding a book in his hand and reading it carefully.

Because there is a large area of grapevine on the top of the head, the sun just comes through the gap between the green leaves, and there is an artificial stream on the side. After the water is specially cooled, even though it is summer, it is not hot, but very cool.

She took a look at the time, closed the book and went back to her room for a nap.

Just about to turn the corner, I heard the voice of discussion over there. The content seemed to be related to myself, and the pace on my feet gradually slowed down.

"I've been working in the cold house for more than ten years, and I've never heard of Shen Qingyou as a relative of my wife. It's just like she came out of thin air."

Smell speech, one side of the servants to look around for some time, make sure no one to follow up, seems to worry about someone eavesdropping on the general, but also deliberately lowered his voice.

"What's more, she's been here so long, she doesn't do anything every day, she always paints in the room over there."

Mention this stubble, the person who spoke before was also a little resentful, and his voice didn't feel a little higher. After saying a word, he began to whisper cautiously.

"You said that such an unidentified person is qualified to be treated as a guest of honor by the master and the young master? It seems that she wants to marry the young master

The two people talked lively, and the servant who was working on the side also couldn't help coming over, trying to hear something interesting from it.

She didn't listen to the content behind, but thought about the content in front of her. Her hand holding the book was a little tight.

On second thought, she seems to be really what they said. She has nothing to do, but she is regarded as a half master by everyone. Although she knows that she is her relative from lengling, she still feels a little uncomfortable now.

She is just amnesia, not a loss of self-care ability, a person with hands and feet, who does not work but enjoys the cold life of giving, how can not lose the tongue.

Frowning slightly, he stopped listening to the gossip of the servants, and turned to walk back to the room from the back.

Those few people did not find the strange behind them, still chatting with each other.

The housekeeper, who stood not far away and saw everything in his eyes, felt that it was too much, and then he came out.

When the group saw him, they immediately scattered around and began to work honestly.

When Shen Qingyou came back to the room, the group of people had already dispersed and were busy with their heads buried.

She drew back her eyes and drew the curtains, but she couldn't sleep. She could only open her eyes until three o'clock in the afternoon.

When I got up, the sky didn't know when it was cloudy and gray, as if it was going to rain, but it didn't rain until 7 p.m.

After dinner, she went to the study to find Leng Ling to talk about her work. She didn't really want to be talked about in succession. The feeling made her very uncomfortable.

When Shen Qingyou passed by, Leng Ling had simply learned what happened this afternoon from the housekeeper. She also told him to take care of his subordinates and stop saying such things.

"Qingyou, why are you here? Have you had any discomfort recently?"

She shook her head and said that it was much better. Then she said what she had come for. Her voice was gentle, as if nothing unpleasant had happened this afternoon.

"Recently, I've recovered almost. It's boring to stay at home like this every day. I want to find a job."

Smell speech, Leng Ling deeply looked at her, see her face of sincerity, think of housekeeper just told himself, look at her eyes with a bit of apology.

"Qingyou, your memory hasn't recovered yet. You'd better take good care of yourself at home. I'm really worried if you go to work alone."

Seeing the undisguised worry on Leng Ling's face, there was a warm feeling in her heart, but she didn't agree with her opinion.

They had taken care of her for such a long time, and she felt very sorry for eating and drinking for nothing.

"I know my body, and I believe that work should not be too difficult for me."

Seeing her saying this, Leng Ling didn't know how to refute. After thinking for a moment, an idea flashed through her mind.

She has seen quiet paintings. Although they are not as good as the masterpieces of great painters, it is not difficult to teach children to draw.

"If you really don't want to stay at home, I can open a studio for you in Chinatown and teach the children how to draw in their spare time?"

Although it must cost Leng Ling's money to set up a studio, she just thought that it was the result of her hard work, so she readily agreed. As long as she had a good class, it was a kind of reward for Leng Ling.