Clank the scalp is fried.

Qi Ye gave a death order, and before he remembered it, he couldn't let Ye Weilan know that he was the kid back then.

According to this sister-in-law's mind, it is too easy to get the news from Yun Ruoshui.

Although he thought so in his heart, Ding Ding still agreed on the surface, Lan Zeyuan was in the suburbs, there was no problem of changing lanes, the car drove out of the city, and when the phone rang, he picked it up: "Uncle Lin." ”

"Did the young lady take it back?"

Dangdang gave the phone to Ye Weilan.

"Uncle Lin."

"Young lady, the painter that the young master invited for you is here."

Artist?

Ye Weilan remembered, she just said yesterday that she wanted to find a painter to paint, and she came so quickly, after thinking about it, out of respect for the old man, Ye Weilan chose to go back to Lanze Garden.

Jingle Bell breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Ye found a wandering painter, very young, unkempt, carrying a huge drawing board, looking a little arrogant.

Ye Weilan went upstairs to change her clothes and set up the scene with a clanging bang.

The beautiful woman wore long black hair with big wavy hair, delicate white skin, soft eyebrows and eyes, cherry red lips, and cheeks as delicate as flowers.

Her graceful figure was graceful against the white dress, and she sat in a chair covered with blue velvet cushions, and the long group of hems was embellished with lace and diamonds.

The young artist stared at her intently for half an hour before he began to write.

Jingle and wait to yawn.

Ye Weilan always maintained an expression, time flowed quietly, and after an hour, the painter put down the brush.

Ye Weilan moved her stiff neck, and Qi Ye, who didn't know when she would come back, reached out to rub her shoulders.

Jingle Bell walked over with a painting.

"This man really has two brushes, what a look."

Ye Weilan glanced at it and admired: "It's much better than my painting." ”

She has always been kept in the greenhouse, and the things she paints have always lacked a taste of soul and freedom.

Qi Ye asked the twins to frame the painting and helped his wife upstairs.

……

A morning newspaper was handed to me.

Qi Ye glanced at it, his cold eyes narrowing slightly.

The housekeeper coughed: "Young master, it's not just this, there is also a video on the Internet, which is very bad for the image of the young lady, do you want to care?" ”

"The daughter of a wealthy family is a bully!!" A few big black characters came into view, Qi Ye tapped his forehead with his fingertips, patiently read the front page of this entertainment full of condemnation, and found the video on the Internet, it was the scene in the restaurant yesterday, the picture was slightly changed, and the "wonderful use of cucumbers" about Ye Weilan was cut out, and the rest was all unfavorable to her and Tang Xiaochi.

The comment area was full of condemnation, and the scolding was ugly.

Qi Ye smiled and was slightly doting: "Let Weilan go." ”

His pampered daughter-in-law doesn't get into trouble very much, and it's not bad to have some fun for her once in a while.

There was a follow-up to this matter in the afternoon, the eldest lady of the Tang family angrily broke into Gu Qingqing's brokerage company, severely injured the popular star, and put down cruel words to make her look good.

Tang Xiaochi, who had vented a bit, called Ye Weilan: "The taste of teaching sluts is cool, dear, what will you do next?" ”

Ye Weilan was writing a report with headphones on, and the editor-in-chief was very satisfied with the manuscript she wrote, and sent a few more tasks: "Do nothing, go home and sleep." ”