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

Ye Qingrou couldn't help but hold her breath and her eyes drifted into the crack of the door.

A tall, middle-aged man appeared before her. As Ina had said, he was handsome and respectable. He greeted her gentlemanly, "Hello."

Ye Qingrou froze and looked at him in surprise for a few seconds. "Are you the owner of this place? Is Ina teaching you how to paint?"

The man nodded and asked, "How do you know?"

Ye Qingrou was so dizzy and feverish that she could barely stand. She leaned against the door frame and asked, "Can you...can you let me in?"

"But I don't know you." The man refused.

Ye Qingrou easily avoided him with her thin body and rushed into the house.

The room is old and the wooden floor is very ugly due to the dampness.

The sofa, chairs and cabinets were also old. Although they were cleaned up, the living room was too small.

Pei Muchuan is used to being a big boss. He is very particular about the pomp and quality of his daily food, clothing and daily expenses. It is impossible for him to be so wronged. It is estimated that he would have difficulty staying here for a day.

The glass of the old coffee table is full of cracks. There are no expensive tea sets or financial magazines or newspapers on it...

There's really no trace of his life here.

Ye Qingrou walked towards the balcony and immediately saw the magnolia trees, the railing he had leaned against that day, and the stone stairs where he had kicked someone down...

After standing there blankly for a few seconds, she walked out.

"Sorry to bother you."

After going downstairs, there was a dilapidated parking lot at the back door.

Ye Qingrou paused, not knowing why, but she felt that he was here...

The light was dim, and she stumbled past the parked cars, all of which were cheap Volkswagens, not a single luxury car.

He is very concerned about his reputation and never takes a car that costs less than seven figures.

"cough……"

Ye Qingrou felt severe chest tightness, headache and difficulty breathing. She coughed and wheezed violently and fell to the ground, unable to stand.

In a dark corner.

In the back seat of the black sedan, Pei Muchuan stared at the thin figure sitting on the ground. His heart ached, and he sat up straight abruptly, grabbing the door handle with his big hand.

"Do you want to go down and give me a hand?" asked Butler Li.

Pei Muchuan's deep and tense profile became sharper. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to endure something, standing stiffly and motionless.

Finally, the slender figure in sight stood up and slowly left the parking lot step by step.

He withdrew his hand, rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, slowly sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

"Madam seems to be looking for you, why don't you show up?" Butler Li asked in confusion.

"My presence only makes sense when she really needs me."

Butler Li scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't understand..."

Pei Muchuan took out his cell phone and focused his gloomy eyes on the screen.

Stared for a long time.

The screen was pitch black and there was no incoming call.

"My number is always there. If she really needs me and wants to find me, she will take the initiative to call me."

Even if it's just sending him a text message and saying something random, only when she takes the initiative to take even half a step towards him, will he be qualified to walk the rest of the way back to her.

She was telling the truth after drinking. She wanted him to be there, but she also didn't want him to be there.

He would do it, it was the best thing to do at the moment.

Pei Muchuan put away his phone, his handsome face calm and mature. "She's finally started a new life and cut off from the past. How can I drag her back?"

Analyzing rationally, the current situation is that the probability that she will be happy without him is 100%, but if he rashly returns to her, everything will be uncertain...

He didn't dare to gamble on the uncertainty.

He wanted to make sure she could continue living her bright and happy life and get back on track.

The pure and beautiful little Snow White was supposed to live this kind of life.

"Then... I'm afraid you'll have a long time to go?" Butler Li told the truth.

"Then endure it."

Pei Muchuan rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette, put it between his lips, and took a deep drag. "Hasn't she endured enough in the past?"

"I owe her. I owe her."

"Om..."

The cell phone rang suddenly.

"It must be the Madam calling!" Butler Li guessed.

Pei Muchuan was startled, and his hand was shaking slightly as he took out his pocket for his phone.

On the screen, there was a strange number.

He took a breath, cleared his throat, sat up straight, and even accidentally slipped and pressed the speakerphone button when he answered the call.

"Hello, congratulations, you won the second prize of 30 yuan. To claim your prize, please enter your ID number..."

On the phone, the scammer spoke in very unstandard Mandarin, and the voice came out in a chattering manner.

The air was quiet for several seconds.

Butler Li's eyes twitched and he held his breath.

Pei Muchuan's face was dark and gloomy, and he raised his arm to smash the phone. But he restrained himself and hung up.

He put out the cigarette, broke it into pieces and threw it to the ground!

Ye Qingrou was on IV drip in the hospital for two days.

In a daze, she felt someone covering her with the quilt again, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Sister Zhang, why are you here?"

"You are sick, can I not come?"

Aunt Zhang was holding a large food box. When she opened it, she found the steamed dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage, which Ye Qingrou loved. "I made the dumpling wrappers and the meat filling. Yinyin and Xiaomo helped you make the dumplings. They made a lot."

It was steamed hot on the private plane just in time and brought over.

Ye Qingrou sat up, ate a few of the dumplings with dipping sauce, and drank a small bowl of winter melon and pork ribs soup. She suddenly felt warm all over and felt like she was coming back to life.

It is more effective than intravenous drip or medication.

Aunt Zhang looked at her with relief: "That's great, your appetite is much better than before! Your face used to be as skinny as a hungry kitten, but now you've finally gained some weight."

Ye Qingrou chuckled, "Thanks to my roommate who has a good appetite, I gained ten pounds."

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "With your figure, even if you gain 50 pounds, you'll still be beautiful. You know how many men would fight over you in TV dramas, right?"

Ye Qingrou laughed so hard that she almost spit out the pork rib soup she had just drunk.

"Why did you ask me about that scumbag guy before? Did he pester you?"

Ye Qingrou's smile froze: "Don't worry. No."

"That's good! He still has some conscience!"

Ye Qingrou was silent for a while, then asked, "How are Xiaomo and Yinyin? Is Yinyin having a hard time with her pregnancy?"

"Don't worry, Xiao Mo basically works from home now. He treats Yinyin like a precious treasure. He even carries her upstairs, afraid that she'll get tired..."

Aunt Zhang smiled and spoke for a long time, then suddenly changed the subject: "I brought someone to see you this time."

"Who?"

"You're an old friend."

It's quite mysterious.

Ye Qingrou smiled faintly and didn't ask any more questions. She picked up the small drawing board and pen and started drawing.

"Whose hand are you drawing?" Aunt Zhang suddenly asked.

Ye Qingrou paused.

On the white drawing paper, there is a big, beautiful hand with slender joints spread out.

The lines on the palm are very clear and realistic.

Ye Qingrou stared at the hand in a daze, fragments of thoughts emerging in her mind.

That night she lay on his broad back, and he walked slowly with her on his back. He said softly in a low voice, "Rou Rou, it would be great if I could carry you like this forever."

"Did you have fun today? You look so pretty and cute in this doll costume."

"I suddenly feel so regretful. Why didn't we have a daughter before? She must be as cute and beautiful as you, like a little princess..."

Her nose felt sore and she couldn't help but clench the sketch pen in her hand.

The pen and drawing board were suddenly taken away.

Aunt Zhang guessed who the painting was about and patted her shoulder gently: "Tea tastes better when it's brewed well, and people can only live better if they think things through."

"Men are like pants. This one doesn't work. Let's change it!"

Ye Qingrou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said softly: "Don't worry, I've been very comfortable recently. I feel that everything is back on track, and everything will get better and better."

"That's good!"

"Knock knock!"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Coming." Aunt Zhang winked at her.