C55

Can you pretend to love me?

Pei Qingcheng had no idea.

She loved someone and knew how it felt to love someone.

Very happy, very satisfied.

She had hated someone before, and she knew how it felt to hate someone.

He really wanted him to die in this world.

However, she had once had the opportunity, but had given it up.

So, did she hate Ye Xiu?

"Good grandson's wife." Madam Ye suddenly spoke to her, her wrinkled face almost touching Pei Qingcheng's, "Why aren't you eating? Is the chef's cooking not to your liking? "If it doesn't work, then so be it."

"I'm full." Pei Qingcheng wiped her mouth with a tissue, "Grandmother, I still need to go to the company. Please take your time and eat."

She got up to say goodbye to Old Lady Ye, who stood up as well. The madame turned to glance at him. "You went to work too?" What's so great about the company that you can't stay with me for a while longer? "

"Ding Han." Nightingale turned around and called Ding Han, who was standing at the entrance of the restaurant, "You take the old lady to work at the company. I'll stay home and watch TV and idly clatter my teeth."

Ding Han smiled and did not say anything. The old lady pushed his chest with all her strength, "Are you trying to take revenge on me? Knowing how amazing you are, the Ye Family cannot afford to lose you.

The old lady grew stronger and stronger as she smashed right at Ye Xiu's chest. His face was expressionless, but his chest was in so much pain that it felt like it was about to split open.

Pei Qingcheng hurried over and put her hand on his arm, smiling as she waved at him, "Grandmother, we shall be leaving now."

"Come back early for dinner tonight!" The old lady waved back.

The two of them walked out under the gaze of the madame. Pei Qingcheng withdrew her hand from his arm and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Ye Wen suddenly took off his woolen scarf and wrapped it around Pei Qingcheng's neck, "The wind is strong today."

His neck, which was covered with a special scent, suddenly felt much warmer.

She did not refuse. She bent down and got into the car parked outside the door.

Old Sun immediately turned around and asked, "Madam, are you going to the Pei household?"

"Yes." She sat up straight in the car, looking straight ahead.

The car started up and drove her slowly out the door.

She didn't want to look at it at first, but she couldn't help but see NightAndDay in the mirror. He stood straight and looked in her direction, like a pine tree, proud and independent.

He could not help but put his hand on his soft neck, as if he could still feel the warmth of Ye Xiu's body.

Would Ye Chong be tired of going to the hospital? Would his wounds be alright?

After a fierce workout last night, it should be fine, right?

Thinking back to last night, Pei Qingcheng's face was burning hot, and she couldn't help but use her slightly cold hands to cover her face.

She must be crazy.

The morning meeting was held, and the morning meeting was followed by an analysis meeting.

Jack. Chen asked with a smile that was not a smile, "Have you figured out the financial leverage? Do you want me to explain it to you again?"

"If you feel like reporting this will affect the results, then you should consider saying it again." Pei Qingcheng had a sullen look on her face as she turned back to her original spot.

Jack. Chen Cheng was obviously not at Pei Qingcheng's level, smiling so much that his eyes curved into crescents, "You are the general manager, you have the final say."

Originally, he had planned to have a good meeting, but it turned out that Jack was the only one who could do so. Chen such nonchalant snatch of white, no matter how the heart is not comfortable.

She knew, Jack. Chen was an elite among elites. Although she served the Pei family, she was actually very unconvinced. To think that a little white flower from the business world would be him. He was extremely dissatisfied with Chen's superior.

The only person she could be unyielding to was Mrs. Ye.

However, she didn't want to rely on this identity.

After the management analysis ended, she sat in her office with her cell phone in her hand as she looked through it.

Huang Xiaochang stood to the side and waited for her to sign the document. Even after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

"Second Miss." Huang Xiaochang tilted his head and asked, "Who are you trying to call?"

Pei Qingcheng did not even know who she was going to call. Her fingers flipped through the pages of the contact list as she felt a sense of panic.

"No one." She put the phone on the table. "What for?"

"A document from the river bank!" Huang Xiaochuan was so scared that the pen in his hand dropped. "Didn't you ask me to give you the documents for this case?"

"Oh." Pei Qingcheng did not know what was going on, and spent the entire morning feeling uneasy.

After signing the documents, Huang Xiaochuan brought in his lunch: "Butter chicken rice, went to the chicken skin."

"Thank you." Pei Qingcheng sipped her tea and stared at the lunchbox on the table in a daze.

Finally, he poked a number into the screen and dialed it.

The phone rang several times before answering. The person on the other end was panting. "Madam, are you looking for me?"

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng stammered, "Ding De, help! This … this …"

"This grandpa changed his medicine this morning. The doctor said that our grandpa's wound healing ability is very good. There's no more cracks." What kind of character was Ding Han? He was an intelligent being, and upon sensing what Pei Qingcheng wanted to ask, he immediately answered.

"I'm not asking about that. I just want to know if your old lady is used to staying in Zhuang Shengxiao's dreams." Pei Qingcheng hurriedly tried to clarify the matter, even though she felt that it was a bit silver in this place.

"I understand, I understand." Ding Han smiled and said, "However, you should call Housekeeper Hu or Sister Hua and ask them about this. They might understand it better than I do."

Pei Qingcheng had a dry smile on her face as she bitterly hung up the phone.

The reason why she called was not to ask for Ye Xiu's safety, it definitely was not.

However, his previously restless heart had gradually calmed down.

Could it be that her restlessness from that morning was due to fatigue?

She held her head with a headache. Previously, she felt that hating Ye Xiu when he was tired was painful, but now, her hateful towards him did not seem to be that intense. Instead, it was even more painful.

The phone rang on the table. It was actually from home.

After the call was connected, Madam Ye's benevolent voice came over the phone, "Good grandson's wife?"

"Oh, Grandma." She didn't expect that Old Madam Ye would call her. Pei Qingcheng couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Don't be nervous, good grandson's wife. Relax, I'm not a tiger." The old lady's tone was relaxed, but there was also a hint of mockery in her tone.

Of course, the old lady was not a tiger, but a human.

Even through the phone, he could feel her nervousness.

"Good grandson, wife, have you eaten lunch?" the old lady asked.

Pei Qingcheng looked at the bowl of steamed chicken rice on the table, which had already cooled down, and said, "Eat it."

"What did you eat?" The old lady was in high spirits.

"Uh, buttered chicken rice, and soup."

"What soup?" The old lady wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"Ribs Soup."

"Why isn't it made by the chef at home? Butler Hu, are you going to let your wife eat takeout at noon because you're lazy? " The madame began to teach Steward Hu and the rest a half-truths.

"I didn't eat much in the afternoon, so there's no need to go to all this trouble."

"This is their job. If there's any trouble, send it over with your wife's meal and lunch every day, do you understand?" The old mistress instructed on the phone.

"Yes, madame."

Pei Qingcheng held onto the phone helplessly, not knowing what the madame was calling for.

The old mistress did not seem to have any business to attend to, so she made a few rounds before saying, "Come back early for dinner tonight, eh?"

"Yes." Pei Qingcheng agreed, "There's a house in the south of the city that's very tasty. I'll bring some for you to try after I get off work."

"Alright, I like tofu flowers. I'll wait for you to eat." The old mistress ended the conversation and hung up the phone in satisfaction.

Pei Qingcheng looked at her watch and had been chatting for a whole half an hour.

Pei Qingcheng laughed and cried, but it was easy to chat with the madame. Time flew by, and it seemed like the madame wouldn't be so bored these few days.

It was impossible for the madame to call Pei Qingcheng for her life. Ye Wen, who was in the sickroom reading through the documents, also received a call from the madame.

Ding Han placed the phone by his hand and said, "It's the old lady's number."

"Said I was in a meeting."

"It's better if you accept. Otherwise, the madame will keep beating me until I die."

Lifting his eyes to look at Ding Han, he frowned.

Ding Han was the one who was resisting the most, but when he met the madame, he still could not withstand it.

Nightingale took it and put it to her ear, saying in a light tone, "My TV is not good?"

"No matter how beautiful she is, she's not as beautiful as my good grandson and my good grandson's wife." The old lady's tone was full of boasting.

"Hm." He stared at the documents. He hadn't been to the company for a few days, so he had a lot of things to do.

"Just now, I called my good grandson's wife."

"She's working. Don't disturb her."

"Good grandson, is our Ye family at its limit?" Can't you make money? " The old mistress asked the question in quick succession.

Ye Wen raised his hand and touched the center of his brows. He could not help but let out a humph, "Yes."

"What is a man doing if he doesn't want to earn money and a woman has to work so hard to make money? I feel bad to see my good grandson's wife working so hard. " As she spoke, the old mistress began to feel like wiping away her tears.

"Stop." The old trick of hanging himself up came again, "Old granny, I'll give you three seconds to get back to the main topic, otherwise I'll hang up."

"Hmph, you are so heartless to your granny as well. Be careful that I don't make my good grandson's wife love you."

Love? Was this word too extravagant?

Ye Wen played with the pen in his hand and patiently slipped away, "Three seconds is up."

"Alright, alright. Come back early for dinner tonight. I want to have dinner with my obedient grandson and his obedient granddaughter-in-law."

"Hm." Ye Wen hung up the phone and threw the phone to Ding Han.

"What did the madame say?" Ding Han observed Ye Xiu's tired expression.

"Nothing." Nightingale opened the folder again and looked at the information.

"Mr. Wei and Mr. Song will be here for a meeting soon." Ding Han tilted his head and looked at Ye Wen.

"Yes."

"I'll bring you the documents later." He was still peeking at Ye Wen's tired face.

"There are flowers on my face?" Ye Wen raised his head with an impatient look on his face.

"Oh no no no, I just feel that you look a lot better than you did yesterday. It seems like you slept pretty well last night?"

"Hm."

It wasn't until the doctor checked the room in the morning that he found out that Ye Wen was no longer in the room, scaring him and the bodyguard outside the door into a cold sweat. Later, he called Zhuang Shengxiao and only then did he find out that Ye Wen had returned home last night.

Judging from his complexion, he must have gotten along well with his wife last night.

Ding Han revealed a gratified smile.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Ding Han went to open it.

Song Yeyang looked inside and asked Ding Han in a low voice, "How are you feeling today?"

"It should be good."

"I heard that you went back to the manor and had a dream?"

"How did it all get to you?"

"Your bodyguard is calling me." Song Yeyang lowered his voice, "Your lord, where did you sleep last night?"

"I heard that in the same room as Madam, the two of them are lying on the bed with each other in their arms."

Song Yeyang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This progress is not bad." As he spoke, he elbowed the satellite beside him. "We've settled it."