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There was an idea, and in the flash of lightning, she made her decision.

She had once swore that even if she fell off the cliff, she wouldn't let Ye Xiu hold her back. Therefore, even if Madame Pei and the Pei family were to become like this, she would not allow Ye Wen to help her.

But now, in front of her was her mother's life.

She was well aware that her frail mother would not last more than a few days if she left the facilities of the VIP ward and the care of the senior nurse.

She gritted her teeth and slowly turned around.

As expected, Nightmare was looking at her. His tall body stood under a hundred-year banyan tree. The leaves blocked out the sunlight and cast a shadow over his face, hiding his eyes in the shade of the tree.

Blood was still dripping from his palm, and it was very eye-catching. "Hahahaha!" "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!

Pei Qingcheng took a deep breath and spoke, "Save my mother."

This was probably the only time in the two years since they were married that Pei Qingcheng spoke to him calmly and peacefully, and also the only time she begged him.

The man was still standing straight. "Ding Han, did you hear that?"

"Huh?" Ding Han was still in a daze, and the fact that Pei Qingcheng was able to stop running and have Master help save her mother had stunned him. He was dazed for a few seconds before he snapped out of his daze.

"Yes, we'll do it immediately!" Before Ding Han left, he cast a worried glance at Ye Wen's tired hands.

As long as I see my wife, I don't care about myself at all!

Pei Qingcheng knew that Ye Wen would agree without hesitation, but she did not want to owe him anything.

"You can also make me a request, as long as it is within my means."

The man was silent for a moment. Despite the bright sunshine in the garden, he hid himself in the haze of the treetops. Pei Qingcheng could not see the expression on his face.

She had never understood what Ye Wen was thinking, so this was what made him so scary.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Pei Qingcheng regretted it.

What if Nightingale made some unreasonable request?

Finally, Ye Wen spoke.

"Come and have breakfast with me."

Pei Qingcheng thought that she had misheard him. Eating breakfast? It's that simple?

Why did he not agree to such a request?

She nodded. "Yes."

Then he headed straight for the house.

Seeing his wife return, the butler and the servants were dumbfounded.

What was going on? Madame walked into Zhuang Shengxiao's dream in a sober state?

Wearily Ye followed closely behind. When the butler saw Weary's hand, he cried out in alarm, "Sir, what's wrong with your hand? Sister Ji, please call the doctor!"

"Madame will stay here for breakfast to prepare what she likes." Ye Wen gazed at the back view of Pei Qingcheng as he watched her walk into a guest room upstairs.

"Yes, yes, yes, but your hand." The steward said with a sad face, "They're bleeding!"

"I said, don't worry about my hands!" Ye Wen shouted in a low voice, "Do you have the Sage Herb at home?"

"It's not the season for the perilla." the butler whispered.

The steward's cold gaze fell on the steward's face and he immediately corrected himself. "I'll have them go to the greenhouse to have a look. The perilla has grown."

Housekeeper Hu knew that his wife liked to wrap the egg roll with perilla leaves.

When it got cold, it would freeze to death. Therefore, Ye specifically ordered someone to build a greenhouse in the garden to ensure that there would be purple asparagus all year round.

However, in the past two years, his wife had never eaten a single meal in her dreams.

Housekeeper Hu didn't dare to hesitate and personally went to the greenhouse to check.

My wife is going to eat breakfast at home. She has been preparing the perilla for two years, so there is finally a place for her to use it.

Nightingale stood in front of the mirror in his room, tidying his collar while listening to Ding Han's report.

"Master, Madam Pei has been transferred back to the VIP ward, and all the fees have been paid. She has also paid two more years' worth of salary, including the salary for the intensive care unit."

Sensing Ye Wen's tired fingers pausing at his collar, Ding Han immediately continued, "The higher ups of that hospital have ordered the suspension of their duties. The finance department that called Madam has been expelled."

Seeing that Zhang Ye was still tidying up his attire, Ding Han heaved a sigh of relief.

After following Ye Wen for so many years, his temper seemed to have gotten the better of him.

In this world, no one can whisper to his wife, including himself.

The wounds on Ye Wen's palms were finally bandaged by the doctors. The wounds were quite deep, and they were sewn with needles. He didn't even use anesthetic, but when he was sewing, his master unexpectedly showed an expression of enjoyment.

Of course, it's not that stitching tastes good, but that my wife is going to have breakfast with me!

After Ye Wen had changed his shirt, Ding Han finally picked up Ye Ye Ye's tired coat and said, "This set of clothes matches Madam's long, smoky skirt."

The always picky Ye Wen actually stretched his arms and put on the coat in Ding Han's hand, standing in the mirror and looking at himself.

Don't take any pictures.

Ding Han muttered in his heart. People who rarely look in a mirror, they have already been standing in front of a mirror for ten minutes today.

Everyone knew that their family had a face that could captivate all the women in the world.

Even if he never looked at other women, they would scream and faint when they saw him.

It was indeed a bit exaggerated, but even men would break if they saw his face.

Pei Qingcheng sat in the dining room and waited. The older maids were all smiles as they served her tea and hot towels.

"Madam, please wipe your hands first."

"Thank you." Pei Qingcheng received the letter. She could ignore Ye Wen's fatigue, but she could not ignore the enthusiasm of others for her.

"If you have anything to say, just tell us." No one had expected her to suddenly come back and have breakfast with her husband. Did that mean that she would have breakfast, lunch, and dinner?

So, sir, three meals will be a little more regular?

Thinking of this, Sister Ji was so happy that even the silkworm on her forehead danced.

"Sir, sir." Outside the restaurant, the servants were calling out to him.

It was Ye Xiu who had gotten tired.

Somehow, Pei Qingcheng felt a sense of nervousness.

It was probably the first time they had eaten together since Yinha's death.

Now that he was forced into a dead end, some things could only be temporarily put aside.

A tired figure appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

In her memory, Nightingale wore a lot of black clothes. She wore a black shirt and black coat, like a soul servant from hell.

However, today, he unexpectedly changed his style.

White shirt, light coat.

Although the soft light color system couldn't change the cold and powerful aura around him, it could still let him absorb some of the earth's energy, barely able to integrate it into the human world.

Pei Qingcheng sat at the other end of the table. When Ye Wen walked over, she could not help but shrink to the side.

Nightingale sat down at the other end of the table.

Fortunately, the table was not big, and he had not planned for many people to eat at home, so he chose the European style table for four people at the same time.

She had slept well last night, but there was still a hint of weariness in her eyes.

The dishes were served one by one.

They were all things that Pei Qingcheng liked.

Yellow cheesecake egg rolls, glossy fresh perilla leaves, dark red Spanish Iberian black pig ham, milky-white as snow, colourful cold mixed vegetables.

The colors of early spring were all gathered at the table.

Ding Han signaled to Sister Ji, who was preparing to wrap the egg roll with the Perilla Leaf, before they left the restaurant.

The peace and beauty at this moment should be one hundred percent shared by the two in the dining room.

Ye Wen's long fingers were currently wrapping Pei Qingcheng's egg roll, and a purple thistle leaf wrapped in a tender yellow egg roll was placed on the plate in front of Pei Qingcheng.

"Try it, is the taste good?" Ye Wen's quiet yet charming voice was the perfect appetizer for this breakfast.

In the kitchen, there was the best cook in the city and even in the country.

Even if it was a block, it was still the best.

So, how could the taste be bad?

Pei Qingcheng's chopsticks paused for a moment before she picked up the egg roll that Nightmare had wrapped for her and put it in her mouth.

The egg roll was neither big nor small, it just happened to be put into her mouth in one mouthful.

The rich fragrance of the cheese, the softness of the egg roll, and the crispness of the perilla leaf all blended into her mouth.

It was a unique smell. Ye Wen had actually imitated the taste of the distant Paris and came to the Black City.

"I want to see the chef." Pei Qingcheng replied.

A blue-eyed foreigner came out of the kitchen.

Pei Qingcheng recognized him instantly.

"Chef Adri?" Pei Qingcheng was slightly shocked.

"Hi, Elo."

When she met the chefs of Adri, it was hard not to remind her of her college days in Paris.

At that time, Adri was the head chef of a famous French restaurant. Pei Qingcheng liked the toast he cooked and often went to eat with Yin Ha.

She thought she wouldn't be able to eat this taste again in her entire life.

However, she didn't think that Nighteyes would actually bring Adri to Mohist City!

Too crazy, too crazy!

After greeting him, Adri returned to the kitchen.

However, Pei Qingcheng had already lost her appetite. Seeing her old friend reminded her of her past, especially Yin Ha.

Every time she couldn't hold on any longer, she thought about Yin Ha, but when she really thought about him, she felt that she really couldn't live any longer.

She gripped her fork tightly and looked at her plate. She put in the omelet he had just wrapped for her.

The instant he retracted his finger, Pei Qingcheng said: "Do you think that you've already brought my favorite thing in front of my eyes?"

Nightingale did not answer. He was serving her cream chowder.

It was also what Pei Qingcheng liked, all the food on the table was her favorite.

All the furniture, furnishings, cutlery and even wallpaper in the restaurant were arranged according to her preferences.

On the opposite wall was a small mosaic of a woman.

Is it her, or is it her!

Suddenly, Pei Qingcheng could not control herself. Only in front of the tiredness of Ye Mo could she not control herself.

She threw away her fork and stood up, staring at the sleepiness across from her. Her voice was hoarse, and she said each word with difficulty, "Do you think you've given me everything I like best? No way, the Overlord of Mo City? There is one thing you cannot give me! "

"Drink, and don't choke." Without batting an eyelid, he pushed over a glass of milk.

Even his own biological parents would be cautious when speaking to him. But for someone like this, no matter how much control and arrogance Pei Qingcheng had over him, he would never get angry.

Pei Qingcheng sneered as she retreated a few steps. Did he really think that he would be able to use his calmness to stop her from speaking any further?

Impossible.

She smiled lightly, and tears started to form at the corners of her eyes, "Even if you have great ability, you still won't be able to return my beloved Yin Ha back to me!"

When she finished, she stared at the person in front of her.

He was still in the same position, though his fingers were slightly stiff as he held the fork.

He didn't say anything, but his aura was extremely vicious, as if a single moment of carelessness could cause a ferocious beast to jump out from his chest.

The fork in his hand was placed lightly on the side of the plate.

The evil aura that was about to erupt vanished in an instant.

"I can't." "No," he said.