Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Office in the tent.

Qi Yan's finger paused on the dialog box on the screen, and he didn't type a single word for a long time.

It was not until her subordinates brought her the documents that she put away her phone and focused on her work.

Shen Rao didn't want to disturb her, so he didn't send her any more messages. He was studying a new hobby.

--embroidery.

Yuan Yuan stood aside and watched him draft the blueprint according to the tutorial, choosing colors from a pile of colorful embroidery threads, and preparing to thread the needle, and couldn't help but question.

“Can you really learn it?”

Shen Rao sneered, not even looking at her: "Who are you looking down on?"

After all, he is a genius praised by everyone, and he can do a small embroidery with ease.

But he soon discovered that this thing was not so easy to control.

Half an hour passed.

After his finger was pierced by the embroidery needle again, Shen Rao's forehead bulged, he became furious, and swept everything on the table to the ground.

"What the hell, is this something a human could learn?!"

Yuan Yuan, with a look of astonishment on his face, held the medicine box and tried to persuade him.

"Please don't do such a dangerous thing. The young master will feel bad."

Shen Rao was still angry and didn't want to hear anything: "She's not here, why are you worried?"

Yuan Yuan inexplicably heard a hint of resentment, sighed, put the medicine box on the table, bent down to pick up the things on the ground, and muttered something.

"But Qishan did have a tradition of embroidering wedding dresses in the past..."

At this moment, Shen Rao paused in his angry departure, and Yuan Yuan was still muttering: "It's just that no one is doing it now..."

She was about to reach out to pick up the thread pestle when another large, bony hand got there first.

Yuan Yuan looked up and saw Shen Rao picking them up one by one and putting them back. He wrapped a Band-Aid on his finger without saying a word and continued to watch the tutorial and thread the needle.

She realized something and quickly explained.

"Don't worry about what I just said. No one does that now. When you get married, they will definitely find the best embroiderer for your clothes."

The thread in Shen Rao's hand missed the eye of the needle again, and he gave her a cold look.

"Shut up, get out."

"..."

With his life on his hands, Yuan Yuan couldn't leave. He could only make a gesture to seal his mouth and stand aside waiting.

Then, she watched—

Shen Rao struggled with threading the needle and got pricked, struggled with threading the needle and got pricked, struggled with threading the needle and got pricked, made mistakes in embroidery, threw them away and started over, repeating the above steps until nightfall.

He pierced more than half of his ten fingers. Yuan Yuan was in mixed feelings and wanted to say something comforting, but swallowed it back when she saw his gloomy face.

She won't talk if she doesn't.

Silently served Shen Rao a dish of braised pig's trotters.

Shen Rao: “…”

He looked at the dish and cast a sinister gaze at her: "Are you mocking me?"

"What you eat will replenish what you need." Yuan Yuan smiled harmlessly.

"roll."

"okay."

This time, Yuan Yuan rolled a full two meters away. Shen Rao was too lazy to bother with her. He thought that Qi Yan must have given her some strange orders, so he waved his hand and asked her to come back.

Half a minute later, Yuan Yuan rolled back two meters away, holding the braised pig's trotters.

After finishing his meal, Shen Rao finally received Qi Yan's dinner photos.

It was simple, similar to the dishes at lunch, but quite rich considering the canteen. Turning around to look at his own dinner, he felt a little sad.

There is a feeling of guilt that comes with being a 'husband' who works hard outside while the husband does nothing at home and just spends money on the family.

With this guilt in his heart, Shen Rao looked at the wound on his hand again. He couldn't even embroider properly...

If Qi Yan was here, he would cling to her and want to coax her, kiss her and hug her, but she was not here.

Shen Rao could only type to express his true feelings. There were Band-Aids on his hands, so he was not as agile as before when typing.

【I miss you so much.】

This time the other party didn’t reply, and the video call popped up directly.

In the video, she seemed to have just pushed someone's face away and spoke to the phone screen with a normal expression.

"Then I go back?"

Shen Rao's attention was immediately diverted by her words: "No, it's too troublesome and too tiring."

"You're missing me." The female voice was light and it was a bit itchy when it came into my ears through the microphone.

"I can bear it for a while," Shen Rao held the raised edge of the Band-Aid and reiterated, "Don't come back."

"it is good."

After Qi Yan agreed, he remained silent and placed his phone aside.

She was still eating. The background should be the cafeteria over there. It was a bit noisy. Occasionally someone passed by, and some were brave enough to look over here curiously, as if they were looking at a monkey.

Shen Rao lay on the bed, hugging a pillow while he ate with her, and occasionally said something random.

"Dinner was a bit late."

"Fortunately."

"Tell the truth." Shen Rao's tone changed a little.

"..." Qi Yan was silent for a second and told the truth, "Too busy."

"It's so hard." Shen Rao felt so distressed.

Qi Yan curled her lips, looked at him through the phone screen with clear eyes, and this time she spoke the truth: "It's okay with you here."

"..."

Shen Rao's heart was struck. He now knew the hardships of a long-distance relationship.

Even though Qi Yan had only been gone for a few hours, the feeling of not being able to kiss her was simply torment.

I wanted to kiss her but I didn't dare to say it, so I could only stare at her with my sticky black eyes and fantasize about her.

After this meal, Shen Rao was actually very hungry.

After hanging up.

Qi Yan looked up and saw Feng Qiaoxi's teasing expression.

"Such a treasure? You can't even take a look at it?"

"No." Qi Yan put down his chopsticks, his expression indifferent, "If you want to see it, go find one yourself."

What's the matter with staring at other people's marriage partners every day?

"You really don't have any comradeship at all!" Feng Qiaoxi shouted at her back.

Shen Rao stared in a daze as his phone jumped to the chat page.

About ten minutes later.

He sat up from the bed, opened the door, and spoke to Yuan Yuan who had been waiting outside.

"Go find me an embroidery teacher."

Yuan Yuan: “?”

This question stumped the good women. There were quite a few older people in Qishan who could embroider, but most of them were in the city at the foot of the mountain or on the top of the mountain. It's possible that someone could kill someone with an embroidery needle, but it's rare to see someone embroidering with an embroidery needle.

The master's orders, Mr. Shen's words are the young master's words, and he cannot disobey them.

Yuan Yuan held his head and shook it left and right, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

It wasn't until the next day, when she received the invitation letter from the Qiao family, that she suddenly slapped her thigh.

"correct!"

"Sir, sir!"

Early in the morning, Shen Rao followed the mansion's gardener to water the flowers. He squatted on the ground and took pictures of the inconspicuous beautiful flowers to share his daily life with Qi Yan. He heard Yuan Yuan shouting from a distance and looked over with a frown.

"Why are you in such a hurry? If you don't know, you might think you are calling for the soul."

Yuan Yuan was already accustomed to the host's sharp tongue, and handed over the invitation letter with both hands.

"Master Qiao, an invitation to you."

"Who? I don't know him," Shen Rao said, "I'm not going."

Yuan Yuan took two steps closer and whispered, "He is an excellent embroidery expert."

Upon hearing this, Shen Rao snatched it away and opened the envelope. The paper of the envelope was quite special, it looked like handmade paper, and had a faint herbal fragrance.

Unfolding the letter paper with ink bamboo prints, the words inside were written in small regular script with soot ink.

The characters are rich in color, the strokes are powerful, the flavor is elegant, and it exudes the nobility of a profound cultural heritage everywhere.

When Shen Rao was reading the letter, Yuan Yuan introduced the "head of the Qiao family" to him.