When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

After a while, Ye Qingrou came back to her senses, "Those paintings...didn't I ask you to burn them?"

Aunt Zhang immediately stamped her feet in regret, "Blame me, blame me!"

"I burned some of those paintings, but there are still some I couldn't bear to part with. After all, you painted them so carefully, and they were so beautiful... They were all your hard work, I really couldn't bear to burn them all! I thought of hiding them in the storage room. After all, scumbag men never go to places like that. Who would have thought he would actually see them..."

Ye Qingrou's face turned pale for a moment. After hesitating for a while, she quickly walked upstairs.

In Pei's house, even the storage room is extremely spacious and tidy.

Pei Muchuan's tall figure stood next to an old baby carriage. In the corner of the wall stood a large wooden box with a pile of dusty paintings in it.

Each painting was framed in an exquisite frame.

He picked up a painting, covered his mouth and nose with his other hand, and waved it casually in the air to shake off a lot of dust, then looked at it carefully.

In an instant, the pupils constricted.

On this painting.

In the open square, with the setting sun in the distance, a young man in a white shirt and black pants leaned against the railing, talking on his cell phone. His profile was very sharp and heroic...

The protagonist in the painting is... him, and the person who painted it is...

Pei Muchuan glanced at the lower right corner of the painting.

It was the painting's artist's signature: a beautiful scribble, with three characters barely recognizable.

But, by chance, he had seen her before, and that was "Ye Qingrou".

He quickly took out another one from the wooden box.

The custom-made frame of top-grade nanmu wood depicts a study. A tall, graceful man leans against a bookshelf, his head lowered as he flips through documents. His profile is focused and stern...

Ignoring the thick, dirty dust on the painting, he held it tightly to his chest with one hand and picked up another one with the other.

This painting shows a man sitting across from a dining table bathed in sunlight, his face grim as he reads a newspaper and eats toast...

Pei Muchuan wanted to see more.

Behind me, footsteps were heard.

He turned around abruptly and saw Ye Qingrou standing at the door. Her pale, skinny face was pale and frail, with a hint of panic. She stood there stiffly, one hand on the door frame...

Pei Muchuan clearly felt his heartbeat quicken and his whole body tense up.

Even the time when Wang Qian stabbed him a few months ago was far less nervous than he felt right now.

"These paintings..." His throat rolled slightly, and he tried his best to control his emotions. His voice was dry: "When did you draw them?"

Ye Qingrou was also trying hard to regain her sanity.

But the hand holding the door couldn't help shaking.

In the utility room, the bright afternoon sunlight shone through the window and happened to fall on the pile of old paintings she had painted.

It was as if those humble, bone-eating, damp thoughts that had secretly longed for him and had once been trapped in the darkness had finally seen the light of day and were suddenly exposed to the sun.

The protagonist in the painting was standing there, but the painting he was holding was already covered with dust.

Just like the dead ashes that had accumulated in her heart over the years, that feeling had long been buried.

"I just drew it when I was bored." Ye Qingrou finally forced out a cold expression and said in a cold voice: "Your face and figure are the most outstanding and distinctive, making you a very good material, so I drew you. I didn't say hello to you, but it didn't hurt you either, so you shouldn't mind, right?"

"Just a casual drawing, and you put it in such a nice custom frame? And each frame is different, and the frame is also carefully designed by you."

Pei Muchuan's sharp, dark eyes seemed to pierce through her: "Ye Qingrou, after all this explanation, do you believe it yourself?"