C21

Pei Qingcheng was neither servile nor overbearing, she did not lose her composure, causing Madam Ye to have a whole new level of respect for her.

Normally, no one would be able to hold on for more than a few minutes under her fierce gaze.

She continued to gaze at Pei Qingcheng as she said, "Yesterday, my son almost drained all of his blood in order to save your brother."

Pei Qingcheng was startled, she did not expect Madam Ye to know everything.

Ye Wen's tired mother was not simple either.

"He even prepared to overturn the case for your brother, and transferred all of our elite legal advisers away."

Pei Qingcheng remained calm on the surface.

"I think if this goes on, he's going to break our old bones." Mrs. Ye's tone was even.

Of course, Pei Qingcheng was not to be outdone, "You should know your own son best."

In other words, Lady Ye was very clear on whether Ye would tear down their old bones or not.

Little Yellow, who was standing by the door, gave Pei Qingcheng a thumbs up in his mind.

Second Miss did a good job!

Although she was a tired brainless fan, she still stood by her second young miss when her mother-in-law came knocking.

Pei Qingcheng did not give in at all. Madam Ye could only smile, "I will not waste your time. Tomorrow is my birthday, I really do not wish for my son to bring you to attend it. My son's wife is the one beside you." Madam Ye turned around to look at Shen Kui, her eyes filled with an unconcealable fondness.

Pei Qingcheng was a fool, she understood the identity of this young lady.

Love was the chosen one for Madam Ye's daughter-in-law.

Pei Qingcheng lowered her eyes. Were all rich and powerful families like this? Was it possible that a future mother-in-law would throw a cheque at her unsatisfied daughter-in-law and chase her away?

"Don't worry, I don't have a cheque to throw at you. My son has already spent a lot of money, so there's no need for me to throw another cheque. I didn't ask you to leave him, since it won't be for long anyway. It's just that I don't want you to appear in front of all the guests on my birthday tomorrow."

Madam Ye stood up and looked at Pei Qingcheng, "Miss Pei, I know that you and my son have an appointment for a year, I wish you a year before you leave my son."

In the end, Madam Ye stretched out her hand to shake Pei Qingcheng's hand, "You're very beautiful, but I don't like you."

With that, the beautiful woman turned and walked to the door.

Pei Qingcheng actually had a little bit of good will towards this rude nanny.

Nothing else, because she was very direct.

If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it.

Pei Qingcheng said loudly, "Madam Ye, your son is now my financial backer. If he needs my company tomorrow, I have no reason not to listen to him. I have my own rules."

Madam Ye's body stiffened. She then slowly turned around and swept a glance over her. "Do you know why even though I've come to say all these things to you, you don't feel the slightest bit injured?"

Pei Qingcheng did not reply.

Madam Ye smiled. "Because you don't love him at all. You don't love him so you won't be hurt by him."

She turned and walked out of the office.

Shen Li cast a glance at Pei Qingcheng before following behind her.

Covered in cold sweat, Pei Qingcheng collapsed onto a chair.

It had to be said that Madam Ye was a powerful character.

However, he was also an interesting person.

At least they wouldn't do anything to humiliate her.

A big family was a big family, and they were playing a high-end game.

Little Yellow went to see off the guests. After sending off Lady Ye, he hid in the tea room to make a phone call.

"We, the Second Miss, are simply too handsome. We didn't lose to her momentum throughout the entire process. How big is Lady Ye's aura? And also Miss Shen beside her, we, the Second Miss, don't care at all. I've been surrounded by our Second Miss!"

Little Yellow found it hard to conceal its pride as it chattered on and on. Ding Han listened patiently, then hung up with a smile.

It was true that his wife and his wife had not lost the first round.

He put the phone back in his pocket and turned his head. Suddenly he was leaning against the door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

When did this grandpa come?

There's no sound.

"Master." Ding Han smiled.

"Where did you put a spy?" Ye Wen took a sip of the coffee, and then his thin lips formed a beautiful curve.

The corner of my mouth curled up, my mood wasn't too bad.

"It's Huang Xiaochang, the secretary who is by the wife's side. My wife had the bodyguards removed this morning, so she bribed Huang. " Ding Han explained, "What you were worried about happened. Madam went to look for Madam Pei and Miss Shen."

"Hm." Ye Yi walked into the office.

Ding Han followed from the side. "However, Madam's performance is too good. Madam did not gain the upper hand at all. Throughout the entire process, Madame was neither overbearing nor overjoyed."

Ye Wen suddenly stopped looking at him, and Ding Han quickly lowered his head.

The madam is the father's mother, so it is obviously inappropriate to say so.

Since he couldn't trample on one of them, Ding Han hastily changed his words, "Anyway, the two of us are on equal footing. Anyway, Madam is behaving properly, so perhaps Madam will gradually admire our wife."

"My mother will like to tilt, no doubt." Ye Wen seemed to fully agree with Ding Han's words.

It was rare for him to have a chat with Ye Mo today. Ding Han kicked his nose and looked at Ye Wen's tired arm with a worried look, "Master, then don't eat the remaining seafood from last night!"

Ye Wen's sleepy and cold eyes moved to Ding Han's face. He suddenly felt that he had overdone it.

However, I am already allergic to food. Wouldn't it be worse if I eat more today?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be a waste for him to eat it.

Ding Han immediately said, "Master, I have not tasted this lady's culinary skills. How about you reward me?"

Ye Wen did not reply, but the temperature around him dropped.

Uh, what his wife made was exclusive to his grandpa. How could he possibly eat it?

However, if I were to continue eating, I'm afraid that the rash will cover my handsome face.

Tomorrow is my wife's birthday, isn't it inappropriate for me to go with a blush on my face?

Ding Han came out of his tired-looking room and thought for a long time before calling Pei Qingcheng.

Pei Qingcheng's voice was gentle, "Hello, Ding De."

His wife's voice was gentle and gentle, and he hoped that she would agree with him when he said his request.

"Madam." Ding Han organized his thoughts and asked, "Did you eat it?"

"Nope."

"Uh, I didn't eat either, and neither did I."

"Hm." Pei Qingcheng replied indifferently.

"Ugh." Ding Han scratched his head, "This grandpa's lunch was cooked by you yesterday, so you can't eat seafood overnight."

"Don't you guys have common sense?" Pei Qingcheng's voice was still soft and gentle, but it was filled with mockery.

"Isn't it because you did it?" Ding Han said, "Your grandpa is allergic to seafood, if you eat again at noon, you will probably have to go to the hospital. You know my temper, so you have to make a call personally."

After Ding Han finished speaking, his heart began to thump loudly.

His wife seemed gentle, but she had her own persistence.

If she didn't agree, she could only go blind.

Pei Qingcheng paused for a moment before replying softly, "Yes."

Madame actually agreed to it?

Ding Han was overjoyed, "Then, I'll be troubling you."

"It's no trouble, he's my gold mine, of course he has to be protected." Pei Qingcheng hung up the phone.

"Ugh." Ding Han stared at his phone in a daze. His wife was gentle and gentle, but it would have been nice if he hadn't said the last part.

Ding Han hung up the phone and stuck his head out of the door of Ye Xiu's office.

Didn't you hear the phone ring? When did your wife call?

The seafood congee had already been heated up. Could it really be that it was sent to me?

Five minutes, ten minutes.

He hadn't even heard the phone ring. Could his wife have lied to him?

Ding Han was walking back and forth at the door when a gentle voice suddenly came from behind him, "Hello, Ding Te."

Madame?

Ding Han immediately turned around, and sure enough, it was Pei Qingcheng. She was even holding a storage bag in her hands.

"Madam." Ding Han said in pleasant surprise, "Why have you come?"

"Your grandpa can't eat seafood porridge anymore. I have to bring food over myself, no?"

"That's great, that's great." Ding Han was overjoyed as he pushed open the door. He didn't even bother to knock on the door and immediately shouted, "Master, master!"

Nightingale was sitting by the window and looking out.

The peak of the 26th level could basically overlook the entire Mo City's commercial economic zone.

At this height, all the people downstairs were ants and the cars were small matchboxes.

Ye Wen could trample all the people under his feet, but he wouldn't get any happiness out of it either.

The door was pushed open hastily by Ding Han.

Chieko frowned.

Without turning around, he said, "Close the door, get out!"

"Master." Ding Han's tone was strange, "Madam is here."

This was the first time that Pei Qingcheng had come to a company like this.

Ye's pyramid was the most famous one in the whole of Mo City.

The office building inside was even more luxurious.

As he walked into the sleepy office, he was assaulted by a strong sense of abstinence.

The coldest and coldest color series.

So that was his color.

In Zhuang Shengxiao's dreams, they were filled with dreams that Pei Qingcheng liked.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to lie on a pink sheet.

Nighteyes sat by the window, dressed in a black shirt. His profile was like a beautiful man from Greek mythology, and it was hard to not be attracted to him.

Pei Qingcheng walked over and placed the bag in her hands on the desk.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to her, a look of surprise flashing across his eyes.

"The Lucky Three Treasures of our Pei clan's downstairs teahouse."

Although it was called Lucky Three Treasures, it was actually just a thick egg roast, milk tea and a salty ham sandwich.

"Why did you suddenly bring me food?" Nightingale walked over to the table and opened the paper bag.

Ding Han stood by the door, his heart in his throat.

I don't drink milk tea, and I don't eat these.

These were the food for children. My lunch was usually a bowl of Yang Chun Noodle Soup, and it was always a simple meal with few dishes.

Then he sat down at the table, picked up a sandwich, and took a bite.

Pei Qingcheng sat down across from him and picked up a piece of sandwich.

It wasn't that she didn't know whether Ye Wen liked to eat these. She had been dreaming these past few days in the manor. While she was eating in the dining hall, she heard a few chefs discussing dinner and said, "Mister doesn't like peppers."

"Teacher doesn't like to eat things that are too oily."

"Sir hates fried food."

How could there be so many annoying things?

Then just drink some plain water.

But now, this salty ham sandwich filled with oil, didn't he eat quite well?

Ye Wen stuffed the last of the sandwich into his mouth, then suddenly waved towards Ding Han at the door, "I'll reward you with that seafood congee."