Ye Qinqin was silent.

Snuggled in Song Yuyi's arms.

Anxiously waiting.

——

Piles of papers related to calligraphy and painting, carefully organized.

One by one, they were sent to Ye Qinqin.

Ye Qinqin was full of hope.

I want to find my mother's favorite ink painting.

But as a result, she was disappointed.

Neither.

Song Yuyi's expression was cold, "Have you searched all the places!" “

Su Han's voice was ruthlessly fierce.

"Tell the master, everything that can be found has been sent here, and the ground in the garden has been dug up." A Song secret guard said in a trembling voice.

They are really trying to find it.

Even the rat hole in the garden was dug three times.

Ye Qinqin's eyes were solemn.

She only thought that her mother's favorite landscape ink paintings were put away by her eldest uncle Ye Longhai.

But it can also be ruined, or given away.

Song Yuyi looked at Ye Qinqin's solemn expression.

Reaching out, gently rubbing and rubbing Ye Qinqin's jet-black hair.

Ordered, "Find out everything suspicious." ”

"Yes."

The Song Clan's secret guards hurriedly continued their search.

——

"Brother Yi, will the ink painting that my mother like be ruined or sold?" Ye Qinqin panicked.

Song Yuyi bowed his head.

Kissed Ye Qinqin's hair softly.

He had never heard Ye Qinqin's tone so nervous and scared.

Rough fingers caressed her spine gently.

Love is full of pampering.

Ye Qinqin stretched out his hand, wrapped his two arms around Song Yuyi's strong and sexy waist, and buried his head in his chest.

Smell the glamorous male smell that surrounds your nose.

Feel his meticulous warmth.

Restlessness in the heart.

Slightly calmed.

"If it's ruined, I'll help you find the ashes, sell it, I'll let people find every corner of the world, and I'll definitely help you find that landscape ink painting." Song Yuyi's voice was soft.

Domineering and tough words.

exudes absolute nobility and pride.

Ye Qinqin nodded.

——

Two Song secret guards, carrying two one-person-high safes, came to Song Yuyi and Ye Qinqin.

"Open." Song Yuyi said coldly.

A safe that looks airtight and has nowhere to start.

In front of the Song Clan's secret guard.

It's like a toy for a child to pretend to be a family wine.

One minute.

Open it completely, revealing the secrets inside the safe.

Song's dark guard was expressionless.

Throw the stacks of cash in the safe to the ground.

Disregard.

The Song secret guard searched for a long time.

Discover one thing.

"Master, I found a notebook." The Song Clan's secret guard respectfully presented a notebook that looked a little old.

Song Yuyi took the notebook to Ye Qinqin.

"Qinqin, take a look."

Ye Qinqin nodded and looked at the notebook carefully.

Word for word.

On the notebook is Ye Longhai's handwriting.

The handwriting is ugly.

But it's serious.

[Great, Ye's business is mine, I will not take what belongs to me and be snatched away by others. 】

[Strange, someone actually made a bid to buy Ye's villa. 】

[The price is very good, but Ye Qinqin's signature is required, and Ye Qinqin's trust has just been obtained, so I have no choice but to refuse. 】

[Someone wants to buy all the calligraphy and paintings of Ye's villa at a high price, a good thing, hurry up and pack them all and sell them. 】……

The notebook was thick, but the records were a bit confusing.

Ye Qinqin saw that the calligraphy and paintings were sold, and his heartstrings collapsed.

She's sure.

The landscape ink painting that my mother likes must have been sold by Ye Longhai.

Ye Qinqin couldn't wait to get into the notebook.

Find the man who asked for the paintings and calligraphy.