Dangdang said: "This is too risky, what if my sister-in-law is bullied by Ye Mingzhu?" ”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Qi Ye and Ding Ding looking over at the same time, and their eyes seemed to be looking at the little idiot.

Dangdang blinked.

Ding Ding held Dangdang's face and observed carefully: "Why do I have such a white-eyed brother?" ”

Qi Ye shook his head, it was still too simple.

He still has certain expectations for this matter, how much Ye Weilan feels sorry for Ye Bing, how much he hates the Ye family, and when his wife is ruthless, she is also a top horror figure.

So, with such a mentality, Qi Ye calmly fooled his wife out of the house.

Before leaving, Miss Ye looked back suspiciously: "Why do I think you have bad intentions?" ”

Qi Yetong's shoes smiled harmlessly: "Lan, I won't harm you." ”

That's true.

So, Ye Weilan took Lilith away.

There is a camellia garden outside the city, Young Master Qi said that he wanted to see the camellia painted by his wife, and she was obedient to whatever he asked for a while recently, and an inexplicable intuition, Qi Ye said that he liked camellias, not like a casual thing, an extreme sense of relevance, this flower is of great significance to him.

Ye Weilan set up the drawing board, and Lilith lay on the ground to serve as a sofa for her.

The beautiful sea of camellias, red as fire, white as pure as snow, big blooms, vibrant, extreme and pure, forming a strange beauty.

Ye Weilan frowned, how did she think that this flower was the same as Qi Ye's people, mixing two diametrically opposed temperaments, forming a person who could not be described as pure charm or purity.

It's a paradoxical and tangled existence.

Ye Weilan moved the brush and began to paint attentively.

When Ye Mingzhu came, the first thing he saw was the canvas spread out on the ground, all the paintings were camellias, red and white, lifelike.

At second glance, she saw a beautiful side face, and she was indeed a rare beauty.

At the third glance, her eyes fell on the fluttering brush.

She is painting a person, with a sea of camellia flowers as the background, the person is sitting in the flowers, with a gorgeous temperament, one leg is extended, one leg is bent, one hand is lazily on the knee, the slight hair covers his eyes, and the corners of his lips are shallowly raised, with a vague tenderness.

This is the deepest impression that Qi Ye left on her in Ye Weilan's memory.

I don't know when it started, his cold and domineering side gradually faded from her heart.

Miss Ye pointed at the person on the painting: "What a demon, wrongdoer!" ”

Then, she slowly put away all the paintings, put the drawing board, and then looked at Ye Mingzhu: "I robbed your man?" ”

Normally, a woman who can find her and has such vicious eyes has nothing else to think about except Qi Ye's rotten peach blossoms.

Ye Mingzhu smiled viciously: "My surname is Ye." ”

Ye Weilan was stunned for a second or two, and then smiled slowly.

She finally knew the reason why Qi Ye deliberately let her go out.

Ye Bing's death has long been a heart disease for her, and it will never heal, but if it can't heal, it doesn't mean that it won't get better.

And the medicine for improvement is the blood of the Ye family.

"Qi Ye has protected you too well, I have been hiding for so long to find a chance," the muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at her eyebrows, and the woman's expression was vicious and hideous: "I really look forward to him seeing your blood stain the expression of these camellias, like ......" bullets shot out: "His lowly mother is the same!" ”