Fu Yuanyuan had already received the letter, and as she had negotiated that day, Fu Yuanyuan mentioned a copy of it, saying that the key to deciphering the letter was hidden in Neruda's poetry collection, and asked Yizhen to look for it in the office on the fifth floor in three days.

The reason why the time is set after three days is that the listening equipment hidden in the phone retains the audio for three days.

Fu Yuanyuan planned to hold an art exhibition, and intended to exhibit Yi Weiran's painting, asking for her opinion, and she really agreed, and asked her if she needed a model, Fu Yuanyuan hesitated: "You bring her over for me to see." ”

The studio is quite large, and the sunlight shines through the window, and the leaves are split into mottled points of light. Fu Yuanyuan sat in front of the flower stand, concentrating on painting the lemon tree outside the door.

"I should be able to draw as well. Yizhen leaned over and remembered the pot of mimosas on the windowsill of his office.

"Then you try, put up more pictures that are not in the way. Fu Yuanyuan stared at the drawing board and casually mentioned: "Yan Wanliang will pick me up later." ”

Yizhen was happy to hear it, and suppressed his expression: "You have a situation." ”

"Actually, I don't dislike him-" Fu Yuanyuan paused with her brush: "It's just that he used to be weird and naïve, but now it's not bad." ”

It's not good to go to Zhang Fengnian empty-handed. Yizhen thought all the way, in the past, Zhang Fengnian was a simple person, his white hair was dyed black regularly, and his body was filled with the fragrance of white orchids all year round.

In fact, Yizhen also hated her, when she was a child, she learned the piano, her hand shape was wrong, Zhang Fengnian's execution depended on her mood, and she played extremely hard when she was in a bad mood. Yizhen faintly sensed that Zhang Fengnian hated others for despising her, so he secretly vented his anger on himself. In order to avoid being beaten, Yizhen played with the little shadow, and she didn't dare not give the little shadow what she wanted, and later Zhang Fengnian would occasionally say a few good words about her in front of Xiang Zhou.

Yizhen stuffed the clothes and perfume to Zhang Fengnian, Zhang Fengnian was very happy and took her to the house for dinner. In fact, I really wanted to give her money at the beginning, but after thinking about it, the dignity that Zhang Fengnian cared about the most was taken away by the little shadow, and the money given was also in the hands of the little shadow, so it was better to send a few clothes and perfume to regain her dignity.

Zhang Fengnian bought a lot of vegetables, and Yizhen was on the side, Zhang Fengnian wanted to speak several times and stopped, "I was fired by my husband, and he took the woman home, afraid that I would leak my mouth." ”

Yizhen shook his hand when he heard it, "Xiang Zhou is looking for a woman outside?"

"Mr. wants to have a son, but the surname Ren can't give birth, and Mr. has been secretly looking for a young girl outside. ”

Yizhen was stunned again: "The surname Ren?", Zhang Fengnian used to call Ren Yuyu "Mrs".

The nose snorted with disdain: "That woman is not a good thing, I have done a lot of things for her, but I begged her but refused to give her any help." ”

Zhang Fengnian sighed: "Actually, I can't blame you." The surname Ren brought my daughter into the door, I was deliberately good to you, every time you 'Zhang' and 'Zhang's mother' are close to me, I feel in my heart-"

"I know it all. Yizhen chose the dish lightly: "Ren Yiyu doesn't want Xiang Yirou to contact me, she knows Xiang Yirou's inferiority, and even you have to treat such a trivial matter as chopsticks falling to the ground differently, and then Xiang Yirou lost Pipi behind my back." ”

"I found Pipsqueak and raised it until you left when you were in junior high school. Zhang Feng said in a young voice.

Her eyes were a little wet, but she nodded, just as if she was telling the truth. It's okay to be hypocritical, it's better than nothing.

A little sad, the phone call from Ye Ember came over: "Why did you secretly run away behind me when you had a meeting?"

"I have something to do, so I won't eat with you at noon. ”

Ember was silent for a long time: "Today is not your mother's death day, how do you feel unhappy?"

"Nope. Yizhen smiled: "I'll come back in a while." ”

"You send me the address, I'll pick you up, don't be robbed by the flash turtle again. ”

"Good. ”

"Girl. ”

"Huh?"

"I miss you. He said very lightly.

Yizhen and Zhang Fengnian worked for more than an hour, making braised saury, minced tofu, diced tomato and corn, and roasted eggplant in sauce.

Yuan Ying entered the door with a meal jam, followed by a round-headed tiger-brained man, and his crocodile-like eyes were locked in the gap between his eyes. Yuan Ying laughed: "My mother only saw you yesterday, and she came so soon." ”

"This is Tempo, Little Shadow's boyfriend. Zhang Fenghua said, Yuan Ying was bored and looked away.

People rely on clothes, and Yuan Ying is actually very good-looking now. But Tianbao was dusty and pestle behind, like a little old man.

Yizhen briefly stated the purpose of the trip, and Yuan Ying just smiled symbolically: "How to calculate the price?"

"It's good to have a job, Miss's body is the girl's life. Zhang Fengnian sneered with a needle, and Tianbao lowered his head and brushed the bowl, not speaking.

"Hurry up and get married to Tianbao, Tianbao is also thirty years old. ”

"Go out and talk. Yuan Ying took Yizhen's hand. I can really understand her discomfort, how can a little girl in her early twenties be willing to marry a thirty-year-old person? Not to mention Tianbao, a dry ginger and deflated date, can't tell her age, and she really believes him when he says he's forty.

"If there is anything I can do, please introduce it to me. Yuan Ying took Yizhen's hand: "Zhang Fengnian is determined that I will not be promising, and I have to marry Tianbao." ”

"Then you can talk to her. ”

"She did, unless I gave her all the money back. ”

"Why does she have to ask you to marry Tempo?"

Yuan Ying's expression was hateful: "It's not that I'm used to serving people before, and I want to be served." ”

In the afternoon, Ember never took Yizhen back to the company, Yizhen moved a stool and sat in front of the windowsill, painted the mimosa, and handed over a can of drink, she subconsciously turned her head to drink it, and found that it was Wangzi milk.

"Is it good?" he winked at the side.

Yizhen glanced at him and continued to paint the grass.

"What is there to draw a pot of grass, I haven't seen you draw me. ”

"Isn't this your favorite second room? you don't usually think of me when you play with it. ”

He laughed and rested his head on her shoulder: "Then I'll pamper it a little less in the future." ”

Yizhen snorted coldly: "It's okay. Young master, please pamper your second room to your heart's content, anyway, it died earlier than me. ”

Ember turned back to her desk to read the papers, and Yizhen continued to draw when a paper airplane stabbed her in the back of the head. When it opened, it was a suspended turtle with elongated limbs.

"What's this?" Yizhen glanced at the office.

"You. He raised an eyebrow.

With a shake of his hand, there was a "sting" sound, and the grass painting was broken.

He was interested, and when he got home, he grabbed Yizhen: "Come and draw me." ”

"It's too much trouble, let's do it another day. ”

"Then I'll draw you. Nightash said nonchalantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he heard it, thinking that he had painted himself like a turtle, and quickly took the easel.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Yizhen drank him, "What are you doing?"

"Take off your clothes. ”

"Why are you undressing?"

He slowly took off his shirt, "It's not professional at all, isn't Jack drawing Rose naked." ”

"You don't have to be naked!"