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Pei Qingcheng's heart is startled, coupled with Mrs. Ye's eyes, she knows that Mrs. Ye has already known that she is pregnant.

She took the soup and sipped it slowly.

Mrs. Ye's eyes glided over her body, occasionally gently admonished: "the thorn has been let them pick out, but drink carefully, in case there is one or two can not see."

"Well," the soup is very fresh. Even if you are full in the morning, you have to accept Mrs. Ye's kindness.

After a small cup of soup is finished, Mrs. Ye looks at her with a smile: "is there any early pregnancy reaction?"

"These days are better."

"That is, the first trimester is over, and the second trimester is about to begin." Mrs. Ye's eyes fell on her abdomen again: "nearly three months?"

This kind of thing, deceive Ye tired this kind of big man may still be able to bluff, but Mrs. ye this kind of person can't.

So, we can only admit it.

Pei Qingcheng nodded: "there is still a week."

"Then I have to calculate the due date." With a smile on her eyebrows, Mrs. Ye seems to be happy with the arrival of the baby in Pei Qingcheng's stomach: "it will be born at the end of September. At that time, it's a good time to have a good confinement."

"Er." Pei Qing City's low eyes unconsciously dug her bare nails. She didn't love nail polish, especially now that she was pregnant and didn't even wear armor oil.

His hand is held by Mrs. ye and says with pity: "how come you don't even have a wedding ring? How did you do that?"

There are wedding rings. They are thrown away by Pei Qingcheng, but they are picked up by Ye tired.

When Pei Qingcheng didn't know how to answer, he heard Mrs. ye say, "well, there's no custom-made wedding ring. Anyway, your wedding ceremony in the previous two years was sloppy. We can't marry a daughter-in-law quietly."

Pei Qingcheng lowered his eyebrows and eyes in his brain to search for words to refuse, but he did not know which sentence to say.

Seeing that she doesn't speak, Mrs. ye can guess what Pei Qingcheng is thinking about now.

She shook Pei Qingcheng's hand: "Qingcheng, you are an intelligent girl with an orchid heart. You can't even know who you love. As for the matter of your fiance's resurrection after death, it's our family's foolish and deliberate intention to revive or really resurrect. You know it in your heart."

Pei Qingcheng raised his head and looked at Mrs. Ye's eyes and reluctantly laughed: "maybe, I'm not as smart as you think."

"You're just fooling yourself." Mrs. Ye patted her on the back of her hand: "Ji Chen has never asked about the child. If he wants to find out whether the child is his or not, if he doesn't ask, you think he really doesn't know? He knows you better than yourself. "

Ye's words should be carefully chewed in his heart. Pei Qingcheng lowered his head and thought carefully.

Mrs. Ye has already stood up: "do not disturb you to rest, I am leaving."

Pei Qingcheng also stood up: "Mom, you stay for lunch."

"There's something else. Besides, it's still early for lunch." Mrs. ye said with a smile. She looked at Pei Qingcheng kindly and touched her cheek: "it seems that your cheeks have been a little bit plump these days. Let Jichen make you fatter."

Pei Qingcheng sent Mrs. ye to the door and wanted to send her to the door again. Mrs. Ye pulled her with a smile: "no, it's windy today. Go back!"

Pei Qingcheng stood on the porch and watched Mrs. ye get into the car and drive out of her sight.

I can't help sighing, but Pei Qingcheng has seriously considered Mrs. Ye's proposal.

Her and ye's tired future seems to have changed direction unconsciously.

Of course, it is the best for her children to grow up under the protection of their father. Since even Mrs. Ye knows it, I believe the rest of the Ye family also know.

Can ye and ye live like this?

This morning, Ding Han was as busy as ever. As soon as he came out of the meeting room, the Secretary of the general manager ran to him and said, "Mr. Wilson of the Royal Paris has an appointment with Dong Ye at 10:30."

Ding Han stopped and looked at the Secretary's beautiful face: "what kind of ghost is Mr. Wilson?"

"You don't even know Mr. Wilson, tinter? He is the art director of the Royal Paris

"Hairdresser?"

"What haircut!" The Secretary stomped his feet in a hurry: "Paris Royal is a French wedding planning agency, specially for royal wedding planning, very powerful, headquartered in Paris, ordinary dignitaries' weddings are not accepted."

Ding Han still didn't understand: "are you going to get married?"

"If I can get married in my life and let the royal family of Paris plan for me, I will have no regrets in my life!" The Secretary covered his face and longed for the tunnel.

Ding Han didn't have time to chat with her, so he walked away.

The Secretary followed him in a hurry: "dingtezhu, Mr. Wilson is going to meet Ye Dong. It must be Dong Ye's wedding!"Ding Han stopped: "Ye Dong's wedding? Why don't I know? "

The Secretary shrugged: "I got a call from the general office anyway."

Secretary said and ran away, Ding Han stood in situ Leng for a long time.

I'm going to have a wedding. There's no reason why he doesn't know!

Five minutes later, the Secretary and several people appeared in front of Ding Han, and the visitors were smiling with a smile: "Ding special help Hello, we have brought some dress styles for ye Dong to choose, as for the bride's dress, you can try it on in our store."

"Did ye Dong inform you to come?" Asked Ding Han.

The visitor shook his head: "we are also asked to come from the top, which is not clear."

This matter is a little unusual, Ding Han said to the Secretary: "you take them to sit in the reception room first, I'll report to you."

Ding Han walks to the door of Ye's tired office and knocks on the door gently. Inside comes Ye's tired and low voice: "enter."

Ding Han pushes the door in, and ye is tired of sitting behind his desk.

"My Lord." Ding Han went over and stopped at the table: "there are people from the wedding shop outside to give you the dress to choose. At 10:30, the director of wedding planning will come to talk with you about the wedding planning."

Ye tired from the computer to look up at him: "huh?"

"Sir, did you make an appointment?" Ding Han asked carefully.

Ye's tired eyes are a little dark. After a little hesitation, he picks up the phone on the desk and dials a number, which should be answered quickly.

Ye tired slowly open mouth: "Ye lady, you are very idle recently?"

Ding Han suddenly realized that it was Mrs. ye, or that he was clever. He guessed it.

However, it is better for him to avoid family affairs.

Ye leans back in his chair and looks out the window at the cloudy weather. The wind is strong and it is going to rain soon.

Looking out of the window for a long time, after listening to Mrs. Ye's direct voice on the phone, Ye says faintly, "if you don't have anything to do recently, you can go to Canada and just stay with grandfather Shen for a few days."

"How can I be ok? You don't have to worry about grandfather Shen. His heart problems are getting better recently, and he will return to Mo City. "

"Then you can travel around the world. There is always something to do."

"do you think I'm free?" Besides, I'm going to be a grandmother, and I can run around? "

"Mom." Ye wearily and patiently called out, "don't be preconceived. This is something for me and incline."

"I don't care about your personal affairs, but the child belongs to Ye family. You don't really think that the child has something to do with Yin Han?"

"There's a reason why she didn't say it."

"Jichen, you are very radical about everything. Why don't you fight for Pei Qingcheng only?"

"Not without fighting." He closed his eyes, and by the time he opened them again, the rain had already started, beating on the glass window.

"Ji Chen, I know you love her very much. It's because you love that you have to fight for it. Otherwise, you think I never support her. Why do you think it's not because I know you love her?"

"I love her nothing great, will not be imposed on her because of this, she does not love me wrong." Ye gets up tired and closes the window. He picks up the microphone on the table and says in a very light tone: "Mom, I don't ask her, and you don't ask me. Just hang up."

"Hello, Ji Chen." Mrs. ye called out to him, "if it's Qingcheng, what if she agrees? What if she doesn't object? Is it possible to make up for the wedding

Ye is tired of a brief silence at the end of the phone. Mrs. Ye smiles triumphantly: "you may know Pei Qingcheng very well, but you don't know women as I do. Well, if she doesn't object to the wedding preparations, go ahead, OK?"

Hang up the phone, Ye is tired of standing in front of the window for a long time, the rain is crazy hit on the glass, forming a small ditch, and then flow down.

Ding Han knocked at the door outside: "yes, the director of the Royal Paris is here. Would you like to see him?"

"Let them go back first." Ye is tired and doesn't turn around. He still looks at the rain outside the window.

It's too big to see through the rain and fog.

Pei Qingcheng sits on the balcony of his room to watch the rain. When it rains, the glass window on the terrace will close automatically. Pei Qingcheng leans in the reclining chair and watches the rain flowing down from all directions. It is very spectacular.

Housekeeper Hu later reported to Pei Qingcheng that Yu Qingqing was no longer in a big way. She was just acclimatized to the climate. She went to the plateau without any recovery. She could come back after two days.

"Well." Pei Qingcheng nodded: "have you told ye Dong? Miss Yu's condition? "

"There's no need to trouble Sir about such trifles." Housekeeper Hu said with a smile.

Housekeeper Hu is a smart man. He knows how to judge the situation. He is on the side of Pei Qingcheng. She can see that.

Pei Qingcheng smile: "I see rain again."

"Someone is waiting for you in the living room downstairs."

"Who is it?"

"It seems to be from the dress shop. I have brought a lot of dresses for you to choose from."

Pei Qingcheng straightens up from the reclining chair and thinks about it. It is estimated that Mrs. Ye arranged it.I just came here in the morning and mentioned the wedding. The heavy rain brought people here.

No matter what, people can't walk away when they come. She stands up and walks into the room: "I'll go down right away."

Downstairs, there were three women in matching uniforms standing in the living room, with several dresses on the sofa.

Seeing Pei Qingcheng coming down, those people bent over to her with a smile: "Ye Tai, we are the capital of Milan."

Pei Qingcheng, the capital of Milan, knows that famous dress shops cooperate with many famous designers.

Pei Qingcheng walked past, and his eyes were naturally attracted by the dress on the sofa.

No matter the material or the style, they are all unique and tasteful.

"My name is Li." A slightly older woman came up and took up the dress that Pei Qingcheng had just looked at twice and handed it to Pei Qingcheng: "you can call me Xiao Li too much. This dress is especially suitable for ye Tai's temperament. Would you like to try it on? "

The dress was full of lustre, and Pei Qingcheng couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Two years ago, she didn't even wear a wedding dress, and casually wore a white lace dress to fool the whole wedding.

At that time, she was full of hate, and naturally would not dress up well.

The material of the dress is very slippery, and the style is her favorite.

"It's beautiful," she said with a smile

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