C5

The last time they had come, it had been when she and Ye Ci had been tired of having sex.

Right here, she ruthlessly slapped Nightingale's face, and then resolutely said to him, "Besides me dying, there's no way I would be in the same space as you."

But now, she was going to stay here for a year.

This room, the decorations, the furniture, the furnishings, the layout, even the color of the bed sheets, all were things that Pei Qingcheng liked.

An overwhelming pressure attacked her.

Housekeeper Hu led her to the cloakroom and opened the door.

It was as if the door to a new world had been opened.

Within a room that was tens of square meters long, the clothes inside the cabinet were the latest and most recent style, it was Pei Qingcheng's style.

The shoe rack on the wall was filled with new shoes.

Also, the bags and jewelry in the glass cabinet.

Housekeeper Hu explained on the side, "This is the latest model that mister has had someone deliver every once in a while."

In other words, even though he knew that it was impossible for her to live here, Ye Wen still needed to be prepared from time to time.

Or could it be that he was confident that one day, Pei Qingcheng would be able to live here?

Everything in the cloakroom made her breathless.

When she walked out of the cloakroom, Butler Hu said, "Your pajamas, skin care products, and toiletries are all here. What else do you need? I'll go prepare them for you."

What else do I need? All of them, Nightmare must have thought of for her!

She smiled. "There's no need. It's more complete than a shopping mall."

"Then, do you still like the color of the bed sheets?" Housekeeper Hu accompanied him carefully.

"I like it."

"Do you like the hangings on the walls?"

"I like it."

Pei Qingcheng's gaze was fixated on a gigantic painting on the wall.

The person in the painting was a girl. She wore a white dress, and when she looked back under the sunlight, her laughter made the world pale.

That person was none other than Pei Qingcheng herself.

The painter's painting skills were extraordinary, allowing Pei Qingcheng to instantly recognize that this was the same person she was seven years ago.

At that time, it would have been very easy for her to be happy.

Seeing that Pei Qingcheng was staring fixedly at the painting, Butler Hu tactfully retreated to the door, "Madam, you haven't had much breakfast, can I get someone to send some soup over?"

"Thank you."

Housekeeper Hu lightly closed the door. At the door, there were Jiejie, Hua-jie, and other servants, gossiping about him.

"Did Madame say she was going to stay?"

"Yes, Madame will stay in Mister's room from now on. She will share a room with Mister!"

Everyone was so excited that they almost cheered.

"Hua-jie, prepare some soup for Madam and bring it up."

"Alright, alright!"

Everyone went downstairs, unable to contain their joy.

My wife is actually quite easy to get along with. She is beautiful and gentle.

If only he could live a good life with him.

Zhuang Shengxiao's Dream was a legend in Mo City.

This was also a place that Pei Qingcheng would never want to enter.

Today, however, she was in the vast garden of her dreams.

This place was so beautiful that it didn't seem like it belonged to the human world. Smelling the refreshing fragrance of the flowers, Pei Qingcheng actually momentarily forgot her worries.

She opened her arms and closed her eyes and stood in the middle of the garden, letting the sunlight fall on her face as if her father's hand were gently stroking her cheek.

The girl was intoxicated by the enchanting beauty of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream.

However, no matter how beautiful or beautiful it was, it couldn't compare to the girls in the garden.

Nightingale sat in front of the computer in his company's office and watched the scene of Pei Qingcheng on the screen.

Her eyes were closed as she spun, and a few butterflies settled on the hem of her skirt.

The one and only beautiful scene in the world was only mediocre.

Ding Han stood at the door. His master had been staring at the computer like that for more than ten minutes. It was time for him to go and claim the credit.

He slowly walked over and spoke softly so as not to disturb the master who was looking at his wife with rapt attention.

"Master, you should be clear about the quality of this painting, right? I can clearly take pictures of the equipment I got people to get from Germany."

Ye Wen's tired eyes were still staring at the computer. He replied plainly, "In other words, you've filled every corner of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream with cameras?"

"Ugh." It was hard to tell if I was happy or not.

Ding Han had always been good at reading other people's thoughts. He knew his wife's place in his heart, so he put in a lot of effort to solve these problems.

Could it be that the horse's fart had landed on the horse's leg?

"Tonight, in the dead of night, let's withdraw these things." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes still on the computer screen.

Withdraw?

Ding Han had spent an entire morning fitting the equipment onto the workers of the manor, and now he was leaving?

However, judging from the face of the mistress, she seemed to like seeing her wife all the time!

Ding Han carefully looked at his master, and Ye Wen finally withdrew his gaze from the computer, glancing at him, "If it's you, living under the watch of others all day long, would you be willing?"

Ding Han was enlightened.

I'm afraid that if my wife finds out, she'll feel that she has no privacy.

Love, this is great love.

During the day, Nightingale did not return from work.

Pei Qingcheng heaved a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, he went to see his mother at the hospital. She was transferred back to the VIP ward. Her intensive care unit had also become six.

There were also several attending doctors, who took turns.

The doctor introduced her mother to Pei Qingcheng in detail.

"With Madam Pei's current condition, there is still hope for her to recover. Mr. Ding has arranged for the top brain surgeon in the United States to consult with Mrs. Pei next week. "

Lady Pei lay quietly in her hospital bed, her body filled with tubes.

Pei Qingcheng stared at her mother's sleeping face. If one day she was able to wake up and wake up and call out her name, then anything she did would be worth it.

After the doctor's introduction, Pei Qingcheng accompanied her mother and prepared to leave.

The doctor escorted Pei Qingcheng to the elevator, wanting to say something but hesitating.

"Say what you want to say!" Pei Qingcheng replied.

"Is that Mr. Ding, Mr. Ding Han, who is standing beside Director Ye?"

So, the doctor wanted to know about this.

He wanted to find out if he had anything to do with Ye Xiu.

That was true. Who didn't want to have anything to do with Ye Xiu?

Pei Qingcheng walked into the elevator and pressed on the first floor. When the elevator door slowly closed in front of the doctor, she smiled, "Yes."

She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't hide it either.

Sooner or later, the world would find out about her relationship with Nightingale.

Although this was the last thing she wanted others to know.

Until now, only a few people knew of her relationship with Ye Wen.

She had said that she didn't want others to know about their relationship, so he made everyone keep their mouths shut.

In the evening, Nightingale did not come back for dinner.

The dinner was sumptuous, so it was easy to eat alone.

It was rare for her to be so full.

Housekeeper Hu was so happy that he couldn't even see his teeth. He called Ding Han and reported: "My wife's appetite is not bad. She ate half a bowl of rice, ate some of every dish, and also drank a bowl of black fish egg soup."

"Is it still the black fish egg soup that was made last night?"

"How could that be?" Housekeeper Hu hastily said, "It's only been cooked this afternoon. We already ate yesterday's dishes at noon. It's still fresh!"

"Got it." Ding Han hung up the phone.

He had switched on the hands-free phone just now, so he was sure that Nightingale, who was beside him, had heard it.

Ye Zichen peeked at the master's expression. This was because master was still unhappy about the dinner meeting that was going to take place tonight.

I don't think you can have dinner with your wife at night.

However, he spent so much money in just a few seconds this morning. If he didn't work hard to earn money now, how could he raise a wife?

Ding Han accompanied her and said carefully, "Master, Madam has eaten well and even went to visit Madam Pei in the afternoon."

Suddenly, a sharp gaze shot at him.

His tired face, behind the rising smoke of the cigar in his hand, was unbreakable.

"You sent someone to follow her?"

"No, no." Ding Han raised his hands in a gesture of innocence, "How could I dare? The driver who escorted his wife to the hospital said so."

"My favorite thing is freedom." "Don't let her feel a little bound."

"Yes, yes, yes." Ding Han nodded his head as though he was pounding garlic.

Even if you gave him some guts, he wouldn't dare do it.

Isn't this what he was afraid his wife would run away for? It was only with great difficulty that he finally returned to his dream. Don't suddenly go back on your words, isn't this all for his master's sake?

"Ding Han." "Shao of Longlong International can't always advance dinner time."

"Yes."

Even if he couldn't, he still had to. He was crying to Director Xiao to do it well in advance. Today was his master's and wife's wedding night.

After Pei Qingcheng finished her dinner, the flower sister had already put out the bath water, while the silk robe was already neatly folded and placed on the footstool beside the bathtub.

"Madam, do you want me to ask Xiao Xiang to wipe your back? I'm careless, that child has light hands."

"No need." Pei Qingcheng looked at the young mistress, "I'm not used to having someone else by my side when I take a bath."

"Yes, just call me if you need anything. There's also an internal phone number in the bathroom. You can just dial 1." As Sister Hua said this, she left.

Zhuang Shengxiao's Dream was a concentrated kingdom, possessing everything.

Here, there was no need to worry about the scarcity of matter.

This was a castle, a palace, and also a prison that would imprison Pei Qingcheng for a whole year.

She bathed for a while, wiped herself, and came out of the bathroom in her dressing gown.

When she reached the outer hall, she jumped.

At some point, Nightmare had returned and was sitting on the light sofa, waiting for her.

He was also wearing light-colored clothes today, almost blending in with the color of the sofa.

This was the first time she was dressed like this in front of Ye Wen. Pei Qingcheng was a bit embarrassed as she grabbed her collar and took a step back.

Cold sweat covered her palms.

She understood that she had always been a tired wife.

And today, Nightingale spent another astronomical amount of time to exchange for her for a year.

Thus, she should know what she had to do.

She had always been a thorough person, so she didn't need anyone to remind her of this.

At this moment, a wife should say something to her husband, who had only come home after a busy day, and do something to him?

She habitually bit her lips and walked towards Ye Xiu. With a tone that she had never used before, she said, "You, you're back? I'll help you change your pajamas. "

Housekeeper Hu had personally prepared Ye Wen's pajamas. Housekeeper Hu was responsible for Ye Wen's daily life. Because he had grown up by Housekeeper Hu's side, he didn't like to change his pajamas.

Pei Qingcheng picked up Ye Wen's clothes from the Imperial Consort's bed. The moment she walked up to him and touched the corner of his clothes, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, "My hair is still wet, don't catch the cold."

Pei Qingcheng was gently pressed in front of the dressing table by Ye Wen. He stood behind her and used the blower to help blow her hair gently.

When he was standing, the mirror on the dressing table did not reflect his shoulders or his head, only his body.

However, this was good as well. If she didn't look at his face, she wouldn't be so flustered.

She saw in the mirror that Nightingale was blowing out her hair with a thick layer of gauze wrapped around her hand, and that blood had already seeped out of the gauze. It looked like the wound was very deep.

Such awkwardness, it would be better to say something!

Pei Qingcheng pointed at his hand, "Do you want me to bandage it again?"

"Are you afraid of blood?"

"No." Pei Qingcheng shook her head, "No."

What was there to be afraid of? When she saw YinHai lying on his back three years ago with a steady stream of blood flowing out from under his body, she knew that there was nothing to be afraid of in the future, because the person she loved most had already disappeared from this world.