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Hang up the phone, she couldn't stay in the studio for a moment, and walked out quickly.

Who wants to run into song Xieyang at the door? He has a cigarette in his mouth. It is estimated that he came out of the meeting room to smoke.

When he saw Pei Qingcheng, he stopped with interest and looked inside: "my sister-in-law is enjoying Ye Dong's paintings in the studio?"

She answered in a very low voice, "well."

"I hear," he said, probing his head into the studio, "are you all painted here?"

In fact, song Xieyang is unintentional, he does not know the clue, that is to say casually.

But Pei Qingcheng felt that the string in her head snapped at the moment.

She did not go too far, around Song Xieyang: "you slowly appreciate."

Then she trod down to the end of the corridor.

Song Xieyang zhanger monk looked at Pei Qingcheng's back in a confused way: "did you meet a ghost? You look so ugly? "

He stretched out his head to look at the studio and shivered: "it feels like it's all beautiful and gloomy. It's better not to look at it."

Pei Qingcheng returned to his room, nestled in the sofa, covered with a blanket or felt cold all over.

She didn't know she cared so much.

Wrong from the beginning.

Her reaction was right.

At first, she thought that ye was tired and devoted to her. Now she suddenly realized that everything was not for her, but for yuziyue.

This psychological gap, as if from heaven kick her to hell.

She lay on the sofa for two hours, and Xiaoxiang knocked on the door and asked her to go downstairs for lunch. Only then did she wake up vaguely.

Ye is tired of them eating in the meeting room, so they can't come out.

She was alone in the restaurant and she could eat and think.

After the attack, Pei Qingcheng suddenly felt that this was also a good thing.

Let her understand a little bit, what the truth is.

So, in a flash, she made a decision.

Whether to go or stay, why procrastinate.

She was not a procrastinator, and her tiredness with Ye was probably the longest entanglement in her life.

After dinner, she was ready to go out.

He meets Ye tired at the door. He should have just had a good meeting. His eyebrows are slightly tired.

He called to her, "where are you going?"

"Get out of here." She said with a faint smile: "I know what day today, I will prepare a gift for you."

She said it directly, but ye was surprised.

In his eyes a little bit of starlight like bright, close to Pei Qingcheng, holding her soft hair: "is it?"

"Are you free in the evening?"

"Of course."

"Well, we'll eat at home."

"Well."

She turned with a smile, walked down the porch and got into the car that was parked at the door.

She went out all afternoon and didn't come back until the sun filled the garden.

The kitchen is especially well prepared for Ye's tired birthday.

Then everyone went off work first. Their restaurant and dormitory were in the west gate of Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng.

At the moment, the house is empty, and only housekeeper Hu is sitting on the porch listening to Beijing Opera and drinking Kung Fu tea.

In the restaurant, it's just the two of them doing it opposite.

The man opened a bottle of wine and asked Pei Qingcheng if he could drink it.

"You can drink it." She handed her glass.

Full of red wine, today there are fresh and sweet king crab, to match the best red wine.

Pei Qingcheng likes to eat seafood. She likes all the dishes today.

Pei Qingcheng said with a smile: "your birthday, the kitchen also takes care of my appetite everywhere, I have to thank them for their care all the time."

The man looked at her with deep eyes: "they were invited by me to take care of you, and I paid for it."

Not only the salary, the welfare is also very good, Pei Qingcheng knows.

She cut the crab feet with scissors and ate leisurely.

The man didn't seem to have a good appetite. He reclined in the chair with his arm and looked at her: "where's my birthday present?"

"Don't worry." "Prepared all afternoon, waiting for dinner and cake," she said

It seems that the little woman is going to play tricks.

Ye is tired and smiles and raises his glass to her: "well, say thank you in advance."

"Happy birthday." Across the Yingying red wine light, Pei Qingcheng looks at the handsome man opposite.

From before to now, she thought she could understand his heart.

But only now did he know that his heart sank to the bottom of a hundred thousand feet, and she could not see it clearly.

There was something sour in her nose, and she drank the wine out of her glass.

The man tried to hold her hand, but he didn't have to drink it all at once

"It's different today." She a cup of wine on the cheek dyed color, eyes have more hazy drunkenness, provoked him to lean over the body, in her pink cheek kiss: "blush."She did not hide, leaning on his shoulder, shaking an empty glass: "pour me wine."

"One drink makes me drunk."

"My first cup was like this, and so was my last one." Pei Qingcheng handed the glass to him again.

The man had to pour her wine: "you mean, you drink a lot?"

"There's no difference between the first and the last." She was smiling, and her lips seemed to be full of intoxicating wine.

The kitchen baked a durian cake, from the oven to take out the durian fragrance will overflow.

She remembers that ye tired doesn't eat durian, so she asks him strangely, "don't you eat durian?"

"You don't like it?" He didn't say, "eat a bite and you won't die."

"Ye Dong really is." She lightly sighed: "trapped in love, you will forget yourself, but also let me forget who I am."

When she inserted the candle, she suddenly stopped and looked at Ye tired: "how old are you?"

"Twenty eight." He took her hand and pecked her on the lip when she had not eaten durian cake: "a wife, don't know how old her husband is?"

"That." She struggled out of his arms: "if this little durian cake is full of 28 candles, it will be like a porcupine."

"Put in two." He pulled out two slender candles and inserted them on the cake: "one is you, the other is me."

The words from Pei's eyes were flickering in the dark.

She didn't want to burn herself into wax.

"Make a wish and blow it out."

He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and in a few seconds blew out the candle.

Then she took the knife to him, and the man pulled her into his arms and asked her to cut with him.

He whispered in her ear, "why don't you ask me what I wish for?"

"It doesn't work."

"Is it?" After kissing her earlobe, he sliced a piece of cake.

A large piece of durian cake fell into the stomach, completely filled, there is no room.

They moved into the living room with a glass of red wine in their hands.

"What about the birthday present?" He shook his glass and took a sip: "can you take it out now?"

Pei Qingcheng has been thin drunk, smiling eyes curved: "so can't wait to do what?"

"Not unprepared?"

"All afternoon." She found her bag on the sofa and took out a file bag from it.

Ye raised his eyebrows wearily: "I'm really curious. What kind of gift will it be?"

"Whatever it is, it's the best gift I've ever prepared." She did not hesitate to pass the file bag to Ye tired: "here."

The man took it, first shook it, then listened to it in his ear, felt the thickness with his fingers, and shrugged his shoulders in a puzzled way: "what is it?"

"Don't you open it and you'll know?"

The man opened the file bag with a smile, poured out a few pieces of paper, and then looked at it carefully.

He read the documents, Pei Qingcheng looked at him.

The man's originally stretched eyebrows gradually wrinkled into a small group, and the color of his eyes became more and more dark. When he looked up to see Pei Qingcheng, the whole man was full of palpitating anger: "are you sure?" He picked up some pieces of paper in his hand: "is this a birthday present for me?"

"Don't Ye understand?" Pei Qingcheng leisurely drank the red wine in the glass: "this is my gift for you, what's wrong?"

The man looked at him for a moment, and suddenly sneered: "originally, you have prepared the whole afternoon carefully and spent it in the lawyer's office."

He put those pieces of paper on the tea table and pushed them to Pei Qingcheng: "the divorce agreement is the gift you prepared for me?"

"I think it's the best decision for both of us." Turning to the last page, Pei Qingcheng pointed to the signature on it and said, "my name has been signed. You just need to sign your own name. From then on, the relationship between us will be over."

"Do you have to choose on my birthday?" The man looked at her gloomily with disturbing emotions in his eyes.

Pei Qingcheng is very calm, smiling as if nobody else: "Why drag it down day by day? In my impression, ye Dong is not so procrastinating. If you are worried that I can't bear it, it's unnecessary. The pain of losing a child has long gone. Moreover, it's a good thing for me to leave a person I don't love at all. "

The man didn't get angry, he just looked at her quietly.

His eyes seemed to have penetrated into her heart.

If you are not firm a little bit, you will be noticed by Ye tired.

Only, this time she has been determined, nothing can shake her.

She pushed the divorce agreement back on her desk: "Ye Dong, I don't love you. I want to find my love. I hope you can let me go. Please."This is probably the first time Pei Qingcheng begged him, very sincere.

I remember that at that time, Pei's mother was about to be driven out of the hospital. She didn't ask him.

The man pauses for a moment and replies clearly, "I won't sign."

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold light in front of her. I didn't know when the woman held the knife that she had just cut the cake in her hand and held it against her throat.

"Ye Dong, if you don't sign, I'll have to stick it in here."

"Leaning." The man's voice was sharp: "you...

" Ye Dong. " Pei Qingcheng suddenly burst into tears: "just ask you to let go, isn't it?"

What I love in my heart is yuziyue. Why bother to entangle with her?

Let her go, her heart will not be so tired.

It's too tired to think about who he loves every day.

Pei Qingcheng's tears are heartbreaking.

Drips from the cheek to the knife in the hand, the cold light glitters.

They froze for a moment. They noticed that the man was quietly approaching her. Her hand holding the knife pricked her neck again. The knife had no point, but the edge was very sharp.

She was facing herself with the blade of the knife, and soon the skin of the neck which could be broken by blowing the bullet was cut, and the bright red blood beads immediately seeped out.

"Tilt!" Ye shouts in a low and tired voice, touching the resolute and ferocious eyes of the little woman.

He sighed dejectedly and stopped approaching her.

"Well, I'll sign it."

Looking down, he picked up the pen on the desk, turned to that page, and then signed his name with flying dragon and Phoenix. Then he took it to Pei Qingcheng and said, "yes, I signed it."

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