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After being laid flat by Ye, the back of his back soon doesn't hurt so much.

Looking at Ye's tired and dark pupil, she whispered, "I'm ok."

"Will you faint in the bathtub if you're ok?" He frowned.

Pei Qingcheng could not help complaining: "you knocked me down. Where did I faint in the bathtub? I'm not yuziyue. I can faint like a Qiongyao girl? "

Ye's expression on his tired face doesn't change. He pulls up the quilt and asks, "then why did you lock yourself in the bathroom for so long?"

"Yes, ma'am." Xiaoxiang went to call the doctor and came back. She couldn't help interrupting and said, "I've patted the door for a long time. You didn't open it. I was scared to death. I just called my husband."

Pei Qingcheng looks at the wall clock. It's only ten o'clock.

No wonder Lin is tired so early back. It turns out that Xiaoxiang called him.

She lay flat, looked at him and said: "I'm ok, just want to wash a little more, the water inside is very loud, so I didn't hear Xiao Xiang's voice, you go?"

"Where am I going?" The man's deep eyes were fixed on her.

"From where it comes from and where it goes again!" "I'm sleepy, I sleep," she says

"Ma'am, the doctor is not here yet."

"I'm fine. What's your name?"

"Madam..." what else does Xiaoxiang want to say? Ye is tired and raises his hand and says in a low voice: "that's it. Let her sleep."

Pei Qingcheng turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

She didn't sleep well all night.

Ye was tired and didn't take a bath.

She pondered all night, how to give ye tired birthday, what kind of gift he would like?

Confused to sleep in the middle of the night, wake up in the morning, a turn on the man's arms.

He circled her and buried his face in her long hair. The first sound in the morning seemed dull, sexy and charming: "wake up."

"Well."

"What do you do today?"

"Well?" She looked at him and remembered that it was Sunday.

Before going to bed, I finally decided what to give him.

She used to carve a small thing with a piece of emerald. It was the mask that ye was wearing at the masquerade ball. It had been carved for a long time, and the sculptor was still exquisite and meticulous.

Masks are of profound significance to them, so it is appropriate to give them to Ye tired.

However, the jade was carved by Pei Qingcheng in Ye tired's studio. After the last carving, it was placed directly in the studio. I wonder if it can be found.

She pretended to know nothing and murmured, "no plans."

"Well, will you stay at home all day?"

"Probably."

"In the evening, is Ye too free?"

"I'm a loner. I don't have a date." She curled her lips and freed herself from his arms and got out of bed: "I'll go and wash."

I watched the little woman with long waterfall hair and barefoot running into the bathroom.

Ye's tired lips are tinged with a faint smile.

The little woman talked in her sleep last night, and he didn't sleep at that time, so he listened very clearly.

She was muttering: what would you like for his birthday.

Cold expression, in fact, wrapped a hot heart.

Ye tired knows that if Pei Qingcheng doesn't want to have any involvement with him at all, she can't give him a chance to stay with him with her strong nature.

Who he wants is always clear in his heart.

Pei Qingcheng is going to surprise Ye tired, so she doesn't want him to know what she is doing during the day.

Fortunately, the satellite and song Xieyang came to find Ye tired for a meeting. After breakfast, the three men were locked in the conference room.

Pei Qingcheng went to the studio to look for her carved jade mask.

She searched inside and outside, but couldn't find it.

After thinking about it, she called sister Hua: "sister Hua, did you see a small box I put in my studio some time ago?"

"Ah?" Sister Hua was confused: "I didn't clean the studio. It's a Gu. I only care about the kitchen. Don't worry, madam. I'll call ah Gu."

"Well, keep your voice down. Don't let the gentleman know."

"Good." Sister Hua hurried to call ah Gu.

Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng has raised many people. Their division of labor is very detailed. They only care about cleaning, so Pei Qingcheng's box should not be difficult to find.

A Gu was also very confused, scratching her head for a long time: "madam, how long has it been? I didn't notice. "

"About a month."

"I really don't know, but if you put it in the studio, no one will move. I usually pack up my things, and I don't even dare to throw away the waste paper of my husband's paintings, so I will never throw away my wife's things." Ah Gu almost clapped her chest and stamped her foot."Forget it. I'll look elsewhere."

Sister Hua thought about it and asked, "Auntie, will someone come into the studio and take away the wife's things? Why don't I ask my family about it

"No way." Ah Gu waved her hand: "I clean everything here. No one will come in. My husband hasn't come to the studio recently. My wife will come some time ago."

Pei Qingcheng waved his hand and said, "it doesn't matter. If you can't find it, it's OK."

If you can't, prepare other gifts. Don't make Zhuang Sheng Xiao dream restless for a little thing.

A Gu and Hua Jie listen to Pei Qingcheng say so, they turn to walk out of the studio.

Miss Meiyu, I didn't want to stay in the painting room for a while

"Which Miss fish?"

"Miss Yu Qingqing."

"Oh, I see."

Pei Qingcheng asked them to go out first. He sat on the cane chair in the studio, holding the phone in his hand and hesitated to call Yu Qingqing.

First of all, it's not sure if she took it.

Secondly, even if she took it, it's not good to ask so directly. She can't help if she doesn't admit Pei Qingcheng.

That piece of jade is not much valuable. It was originally a piece of uncut jade, which she used to carve.

Therefore, even if it is taken by Yu Qingqing, it may be just a rare picture.

Who told her to put things around?

After hesitating for a long time, she still called Yu Qingqing.

She seems to have just woken up and her voice is very lazy: "Hello, Miss Pei, good morning."

"It's more than ten o'clock. It's not morning." She thought in her mind how to speak.

"Miss Pei, what's up? Or you wouldn't have called me? "

They were never friends, so Pei Qingcheng didn't have to greet her with hypocrisy.

"Miss Yu, I have something to ask you," she said

"You say so."

"A few days ago, you came to Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng and came to the studio again. It happened that I couldn't find a little thing in the studio. I wonder if you have seen it?"

"Oh? Is it? " "What kind of little thing?" she said, completely ignorant

"It's a piece of emerald."

"Oh, what a valuable thing. How can you put it in the studio?" She exclaimed softly.

"It's not expensive, but it's my own work of art, and I want to find it now."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Pei." "I didn't see that thing," she said regretfully

Even if yu Qingqing saw it or took it away and threw it away, he would not tell her.

The relationship between them was not good at all, and Yu Qingqing had no need to help her.

Originally, I wanted to ask casually, but I was not very comfortable when I heard the tone of Yu Qingqing's performance.

She held the phone and leaned back in the cane chair: "I heard that Miss Yu spent a long time in the studio last time."

"Yes "I stayed in the studio for a long time. I was helping my sister clean up her paintings. I didn't see your emerald!" she replied softly

In such a sentence, Pei Qingcheng quickly found the focus of this sentence.

She helped Yu ziyue clean up her paintings.

Pei Qingcheng forbearance and forbearance, or asked: "your sister's painting? Has she ever painted here? "

"My sister can't draw. It's not her paintings, but the paintings that ye Dong painted for my sister."

"What, where?" Pei Qingcheng looked around. Originally, there were many paintings in the studio. Some of them were taken away, but there were still many.

The painting is basically a person, Pei Qingcheng.

This studio came in for the first time on the night when she stabbed Ye tired. It was really shocked.

The room was full of her portraits, shocked and moved beyond description.

But now Yu Qingqing says that this is what ye tired painted for Yuzi?

Hearing Pei Qingcheng's voice at a loss, Yu Qingqing's tone was quite brisk: "where is what? My sister's paintings are all over the room After a pause, she suddenly said, "ah, Miss Pei, you don't think that all the paintings in this studio are for you?"

The body is a little soft, and the cold sweat drips out from the back and forehead.

She couldn't help looking at every picture in the room.

She is very similar to yuziyue. There is no doubt about it.

But Bing is also two people, not twins, the difference is still very big.

If it's a photo, you can see the difference at a glance.

But the portraits are different. Although you can see who the painting is, in such two people, the portrait seems to be in the middle of these two people. You can say that the painting is yuziyue, or you can talk about Pei Qingcheng.

Pei Qingcheng was silent for a long time, but Yu Qingqing's voice was quite happy: "it seems that Miss Pei may have wrongly expressed her feelings. None of these paintings are about you. If you don't believe it, go and see if there is a small black mole under the neck?"Pei Qingcheng really stood up close to a painting, carefully looked at her neck, and sure enough found a small black mole under her neck.

"Miss Pei." Yu Qingqing continued, "you can't even know whether there are black moles on your neck, do you?"

She felt her neck subconsciously. Of course, she knew that there were no moles on her neck.

Yeah, it's not her.

For a long time, it's her fault to express her feelings.

"Miss Pei, I know that you are very upset at the moment, but I also want to tell you that you are really just my sister's stand in. It is the least harm to let go early. Why drag yourself to the side of the body, but you still can't get Ye Dong in the end?"

Yu Qingqing's voice is very soft, but every word of the needle is particularly accurate, a needle a blood bead.

Pei Qingcheng held the phone and sneered, but could not say a word.

"Miss Pei, are you looking for your jadeite? Do you want to ask other people from Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng? "

"No, thank you." Pei Qingcheng hung up the phone, almost in the dust.

Then she went to see the portraits one by one in the studio.

Without exception, the people in the portraits had a mole on their necks.

The same place, the same size.

Oh, she always thought that she was the one who drew.

How ironic, fortunately just a phone call, if and Yu Qingqing face-to-face standing, then her ironic smile will stab her to the whole body.

It's a mistake. It's just wishful thinking.

Maybe the picture on the mosaic wall in the dining room is not her.

And the huge portrait in the living room, not her.

All of them are yuziyue.

Even this huge manor was built for yuziyue.

She's just a stand in.

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