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"I'll reward you with that seafood porridge."

In other words, even if it was a seafood dish, she could not just let it go. That was because it had been cooked by Pei Qingcheng.

Ding Han hurriedly accepted it gratefully, "Thank you, I will go out to eat then."

Pei Qingcheng was actually hungry as well. Only after stuffing herself with 2 servings of Sanjong did she feel full. She then carried the cup of hot milk tea and curled up on the sofa.

It was only afterwards that Pei Qingcheng found out that Nightmare never ate in his office, and that everything was forbidden to him.

However, it seemed as though Pei Qingcheng had broken many of these taboos.

As she sipped her milk tea, she looked around the huge office.

On one wall was a bookshelf filled with books.

She put down her tea and went over to the bookshelf to see what books there were, half of them about business and economics, which she was not interested in or understood.

Back then, Pei Qingcheng had studied art, and the mathematics and physics of the art faculty had been her weakness.

The other half was more mixed, with detective fiction accounting for the bulk of it.

The top one was written by the British writer Cheshire, and she had been looking for it. The bookstore couldn't buy it.

She turned around and pointed at the bookshelf behind her. "Can I look at it?"

"Of course." Ye Wen replied.

Pei Qingcheng stood on her tiptoes to reach for the book, but the book was on a higher shelf and even with her high heels, she was unable to reach the book.

Suddenly, an arm appeared behind her and she easily took the book and passed it to Pei Qingcheng.

A height of 1.9 meters, as expected it was not a long, white one.

Why did someone have to amass all of their strengths?

Pei Qingcheng took the book and returned it to the sofa, and continued to sip her milky tea as she read.

He did not know why, but he felt relaxed around him. The tension from the morning when he felt like he was in a war with the Pei family had actually relaxed in his office.

Nightingale sat behind his desk, staring at the girl on the sofa.

He had never expected that one day, Pei Qingcheng would bring him along for lunch before quietly sitting down across from him with a book in her hands.

Like a good kitten.

Pei Qingcheng was a contradictory girl.

When gentle, like a little sheep.

When he was angry, all the thorns on his back stood up like a porcupine.

At this moment, Pei Qingcheng had untied her thorns and was snuggling up against the sofa like a kitten.

After a while, the book covered her face and she fell asleep.

He quietly left the room, and Ding Han came up to him, "Master, do we have an office meeting in ten minutes? I'll go inform the higher ups of each department. "

"Meeting room open." Ye Wen walked towards the meeting room.

[Didn't I have to hold a high-level meeting in my office every afternoon when I go to work?]

Oh, Madame is still in the office.

Ding Han understood tacitly. Ye Wen walked a few steps and stopped, "When you have time, clean up the office and arrange it as a bedroom."

"Yes." "Hmm?" Ding Han stopped to think, why did he want to make the inner room into a bedroom?

The office was a suite, with a separate bathroom and a single room, which was usually empty.

"Qing Qing fell asleep." Ye Chong kept his words brief as he walked into the meeting room.

Oh, I understand, my wife fell asleep in this grandpa's office, so this grandpa wanted to change the room inside into a bedroom so that the next time my wife comes, I can sleep more comfortably.

The problem was, Madame did not come every day.

Did Master think that his wife would bring him lunch every day at noon?

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Pei Qingcheng slept for an hour on the cozy sofa in her office.

Then she stretched and woke up comfortably.

He was covered in a tired overcoat, and the smell of tobacco was extremely faint.

He didn't usually smoke, but there was a smell of smoke. However, it was the smell of smoke that wasn't lit. It was much better than the smell of burning nicotine.

He took off his clothes and sat up, looking at his watch. It was already past one o'clock, and he was about to go to Pai.

Unknowingly, he had fallen asleep in Ye Xiu's tired office. Why was it that every time he was in front of him, he would lose all his defenses?

This was not a good habit. In front of Ye Xiu's tiredness, he had to focus even more.

He picked up his coat and handbag from the rack and was about to leave when he suddenly became interested in the only ornament on his table.

It was a picture frame. Who could it be?

Pei Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat as she walked over to take a look at the photo frame.

In the photo, there were two young men and women snuggling up against each other, laughing extremely happily.

The person in the photo was her and Yin Ha.

It must have been on the steps of the university square. She and YinHai had just confirmed their relationship.

Why would Fatigue Yennefer put their pictures on the table?

Isn't this too strange?

She didn't even have this picture.

Pei Qingcheng pondered for a moment before placing the photo back in its original spot.

Sure enough, no one could figure out what Ye Wen was up to.

Pei Qingcheng took a deep breath and walked out of the office without any hesitation.

The moment he stepped out of the door, he encountered Ding Han, who seemed to be guarding the door.

"Madam." Ding Han walked over and asked, "Have you slept well?"

"Hm." Pei Qingcheng replied, "I slept very well. The sofa is very comfortable."

"As long as you like it."

"You guys have good eyes. I fell asleep the moment I touched the arm rest on that sofa." Pei Qingcheng laughed.

Ding Han was not sure what Pei Qingcheng meant, was she praising Master or insulting Master?

In any case, only his wife could mock him.

Ding Han sent Pei Qingcheng to the elevator. The elevator door opened and a woman walked out.

Just as Pei Qingcheng was about to walk in, she suddenly felt that this woman looked extremely familiar.

Black tight-fitting suit with a one-step skirt, crisp short hair, rose-colored lipstick.

Very few women put the OL style of the suit dress out of the sexy feeling.

Wasn't she the young woman who came to the Pei household with her tired mother at noon?

Did he come all the way here?

Pei Qingcheng was still in a daze, but Shen Cui had actually said hello to her.

"Hello, Mrs. Ye."

"Hello." Pei Qingcheng replied.

Ding Han seemed to be rather familiar with her and warmly welcomed her, "Miss Shen, you are here."

"Oh, Ding Han, I've only been to England for a few days, how did I become handsome again?"

"Miss Shen, you're really too much of a scammer. How can I possibly be the marshal in front of our lord?" Ding Han laughed so hard that his teeth could barely be seen. "Please, please come in. I will hold a meeting in the conference room. Would you like to go in directly or wait for a moment?"

"Let's go in. There's something I need to talk to him about." Shen Lo continued chatting with Ding Han, not forgetting to turn back and wave to Pei Qingcheng, "Madam Ye, please take care."

The elevator door slowly closed, shutting off Ding Han's smiling mouth.

From the looks of it, Shen Li Lu and Ye Wen's relationship was very close. At least she could walk around freely in the conference room.

Who would dare to disturb a meeting like this?

There was also Ding Han, who laughed like a trumpet when he saw Shen Kui.

One could see that Shen Kui had a good relationship with many people, coaxing Madam Ye into liking him, and her tired subordinates also liked her.

"Miss, which floor should we go to?" Suddenly, a voice rang out, pulling Pei Qingcheng out of her thoughts.

"Hmm?" She looked around her, not knowing when it was crowded.

"We're at the first floor. I see that you've been in the elevator the entire time." Someone reminded her.

Just a moment ago, Pei Qingcheng had been in a daze, not knowing how long she had been in the elevator for.

She hurried out of the elevator and headed outside.

What was Shen Lu's relationship with Ye Xiu to do with her?

She walked to the car parked outside the door, opened it, and got in.

The chauffeur waiting outside immediately started the car. "Madame, are you going back to Pei?" he asked.

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng leaned back in her chair and pulled out her cellphone, as she typed out the words "Shen Lishan" into the Baidu search engine.

Soon, her entry appeared: Shen Lilong, 24 years old. Grandfather Shen Qing is the founder of the Shen Group. Since he was a child, he had been brought up by his parents and had a natural talent. At the age of eighteen, he had completed his studies in economics at the university.

Shen is not that old, but he is the CEO of a listed company.

It was no wonder that she had such a unique aura of a king. She looked just like Ye Xiu when he was tired.

"Madam, here we are." The driver, Old Sun, reminded Pei Qingcheng, waking her up.

They arrived so quickly?

Just as she was about to get out of the car, she suddenly stopped and muttered to Old Sun, "Shen Lai, do you know?"

"I know, Miss Shen. She's a good person, lively and cheerful." At the mention of Shen Lu, the corners of Old Sun's eyes even formed a few big wrinkles.

"She lives at Ye's?"

"Yes, Miss Shen grew up with her parents. Miss Shen's parents passed away when she was very young, so our wife took her to live with Ye family because she felt sorry for them. Occasionally, she would go back to England to accompany Old Master Shen."

So that was how it was. Pei Qingcheng bit her lips as she was used to it.

Growing up together, they were childhood friends?

Even Old Sun was full of praise. It could be seen that the Ye Family liked her quite a lot.

"Ma'am, what else do you want to ask? You're not allowed to stop at the gate, or you can ask me slowly when I drive to the parking lot."

"No need." Pei Qingcheng pushed the door open and alighted, "I was just casually asking, there's no other reason."

"Yes, I'll pick you up from work tonight."

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng walked through the main entrance of the Pei household.

As soon as she entered her office, Huang Xiaochuan immediately came over and greeted her, "Second Miss, someone has sent a formal dress over."

Dress? Who sent the dress?

Pei Qingcheng asked curiously, "Who sent it?"

"I don't know." Huang Xiaochang picked up a big box on the tea table and passed it to Pei Qingcheng: "What kind of banquet are you participating in? You didn't even wear the formal attire that Director Ye sent over last time. "

Last time, it was because Tang Kexin had returned that he and Nightmare were unable to attend his private party.

Could it be that it was also sent by him this time?

Because he was going to his mother's birthday party tomorrow?

She opened the box and inside was a dress of dark roses with pink petals. The texture of the satin was glistening under the sunlight.

Pei Qingcheng gently caressed the smooth fabric of the dress. This color was too dark for her. Even if she didn't want to go to the banquet tomorrow, she still wanted to put on the clothes and give it a try.

She picked up her clothes and suddenly found a small pink slip of paper at the bottom of the box with a few lines on it.

Pei Qingcheng picked up the slip of paper and saw several lines of elegant yet grand writing on it, "Madam Ye, Madam Ye likes the qipao. You can wear this without any problems."