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

What a dead mouth! Butler Li twisted his own mouth and hurriedly called the eldest young master: "Oh no..."

Across from him came Master Pei's casual and low voice: "What are you panicking about? Wait a minute..."

Pei Muchuan ran straight to the guest room upstairs and was about to kick the door open with great momentum!

But then he suddenly stopped.

His chest was breathing heavily, he closed his eyes tightly, pressed his swollen and painful temples, and took a step back.

He had originally planned to spend some time in seclusion in the temple, reflecting on himself and calming his desire to possess Ye Qingrou. Later, he learned that Ye Qingrou had gone abroad to study alone, and he was worried about her, so he sneaked in.

He had made all the necessary mental preparations before coming.

Even, there may be another man in her life.

But actually seeing it with your own eyes...

Pei Muchuan leaned one arm against the wall, lowered his head and took deep breaths. He was almost mad with anger, so angry that he had lost his mind.

Ye Qingrou can only belong to him! He doesn't allow anyone else to touch even a hair on his woman!

He clenched his fists and tried to bang on the door again.

Suddenly, an image of Ye Qingrou popped up in my mind, amidst the golden dancing sycamore leaves, standing on a skateboard with arms outstretched, skirt fluttering, a gentle and bright smile on her face...

For a moment, he gritted his teeth, as if he had released all his strength.

At the corner of the corridor, Butler Li held his breath and stared without blinking. He saw that their President Pei was like a tall and strong cedar tree one second, but he had become withered and wilted for some reason the next second.

Pei Muchuan turned around and walked out of the corridor step by step with slow steps.

Why don't you go in and kill that foreigner?

Butler Li stabilized his high blood pressure and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Just tell their young master that it's okay!"

It seems that no one knows the father better than the son.

I painted until 3:30 in the morning.

Ye Qingrou put away her sketch pen and looked towards the door unconsciously.

The door was closed and there was no movement.

"You seem to be looking at the door all the time?" Vance asked in confusion.

Ye Qingrou shook her head gently, "Nothing."

It seems that she is overthinking.

If he were really here, he would have rushed in furiously and beaten someone up.

After all, he has such a bad temper and is extremely tough, he will never let anyone touch his things.

The sketch pen in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.

No, she wasn't his anymore.

"You draw so well."

Vance watched her paint the snow-capped mountains and lush green forests on the pure white paper, stroke by stroke. It was so beautiful that he exclaimed, "You are definitely very talented in painting. I want to buy this painting and hang it in my gallery. Is that okay?"

Ye Qingrou smiled faintly: "I'll give it to you."

Wan Shi looked at her with shining eyes, and stammered: "I..."

The young boy was tall and blond, with handsome features, and his face couldn't hide his excitement and admiration.

Ye Qingrou looked at him softly, "You have a good impression of me, right?"

Vance blushed and held his breath for a moment before asking in frustration, "Is it that obvious?"

Ye Qingrou smiled and curved her lips. "Yina has been asking me what I like these days and whether I'm against relationships with older women or younger men. You asked her to ask, right?"

"Vance, I'm sorry, but I'm almost 20 years older than you. There's no way I could be in a relationship with you."

"But you look no more than 30, so what does age mean..."

"Indeed, the most fundamental reason is that I no longer plan to fall in love. I just want to finish my course and continue my career as an artist."

Ye Qingrou's beautiful eyes looked very gentle, yet revealed a firmness: "I don't want to be disturbed."

Vance left in frustration, holding the painting.

downstairs.

Under the green cypresses covered with snow, the tall man stood motionless, looking up at the room.

My phone fell and I can’t watch the surveillance video anymore.

I don’t know whether that damn foreigner left the lady’s room.

However, after so many hours, it doesn't make any difference whether I leave or not.

Butler Li sighed, feeling that Mr. Pei's black head was getting greener the more he looked at it.

"How about we find someone to beat him up? This bastard is so ignorant..."

Butler Li's voice suddenly stopped.

In the dim light, Pei Muchuan's irritability and coldness disappeared, and his sharp face became dull.

Especially those eyes that were red from endurance.

Steward Li had worked for the Pei family for decades. When the old man was still around, he had never even blinked when he used a wide ruler to whip Pei Muchuan...

"Don't mess around." Pei Muchuan said in a deep voice.

The night was so cold that the air seemed frozen. Steward Li hunched over, breathing in the cold. "Then... let's go back and rest?"

"Go back to your room."

Pei Muchuan continued to stand, looking up at the room.

The next day.

Ina rushed to find Ye Qingrou early in the morning and said, "My brother went back first. Don't worry, you don't like him. We won't bring him on our dates in the future. I promise not to let him disturb you."

Seeing her frank and adorable appearance, Ye Qingrou chuckled: "As long as I'm in Country F, you'll have plenty of pizza."

Ye Qingrou's athletic ability is really limited.

Just like the last time she learned skateboarding, she started doing freestyle wrestling again.

But there was no one there last time, but this time the ski resort was full of people, so it was really inconvenient for her to make a fool of herself.

Ina comforted her: "It's okay, you're wrapped up so tightly that your mother won't be able to recognize you even if she comes."

Ye Qingrou: "It's broad daylight, and it seems inconvenient for my mother to come."

Ye Qingrou fell countless times in the snow throughout the morning and was so hungry that Ina finally let her go.

The two went to have lunch together.

After lunch, Ina pulled her back to the ski resort, her big amber eyes twinkling: "Believe me, you'll find it's really fun once you learn it!"

Ye Qingrou didn't want to spoil the fun and picked up the ski poles again to learn from her.

Huge ski slope hidden on the side.

Two sneaky figures lay there motionless.

In order to make the acting more realistic, even Butler Li changed into a ski suit.

He looked at Pei Muchuan tremblingly, "This... Mr. Pei, you won't let me learn skiing too, right?"

He really couldn't go ahead this time. His old bones would fall apart if he fell.

Pei Muchuan taped a small black square to his neck and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Can you recognize my real voice?"

Butler Li shook his head. "A voice changer? Could you please make me one too?"

"Go help me with something."

Pei Muchuan frowned and looked at the ski slope in the distance. Ye Qingrou fell down again and dropped her ski poles.

If this continues, my brain will be damaged.

***

Ina went to the bathroom halfway and sat on the steps to drink hot water.

Suddenly, a stream of warm water poured into her neck and she jumped up with a start.

"What are you doing!"

She turned her head in annoyance and looked at the person who poured water into her neck.

The man was wearing a tight ski suit and holding an F-language dictionary. He showed her three words: sorry, elderly, sick.

In other words, this was a sick elderly person who accidentally spilled water on her because of a shaking hand.

Ina didn't want to make a fuss and went back to the hotel to change clothes.

Butler Li breathed a sigh of relief, looking at her back. This unlucky little foreigner...

You can't blame him, because he is now the love security guard of Mr. Pei and his wife.

Ye Qingrou waited for a while, but Ina didn't show up. She tried to step on the skis and bravely slid down the hillside with the help of the ski poles.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

She didn't even slow down, sliding to knock the man to the ground, and then fell face first into the snow.

An arm came across in time and firmly embraced her waist.

It was the person she had just tackled.

She took a few seconds to calm down before standing up, "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

The man lay on the ground and didn't move: "I have something to do."