Song Yuhan left the company, originally planned to go back to the hotel, I don't know why, she suddenly thought of Ye Wudao's guy, that guy made soup today and kindly sent it to her, but she scolded him for being a bloody dog, he must be sad now, right?

"No, why should I apologize to the dead bun. ”

Song Yuhan immediately gave up this idea, but in her mind, the lonely back when Ye Wudao left her office today.

"Is what you said today a bit excessive?" Song Yuhan thought faintly, it was impossible for a penniless bun to earn one million in a month.

Song Yuhan hesitated, or drove home, planning to go back to see how the soil bun was now, and when Song Yuhan returned to the community where she lived, she saw the lights in the villa, I don't know why, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if the soil bun seemed very sad, she would go and apologize to him.

When she opened the door of the house, the first thing that caught her eye was not a sad and painful Ye Wushen, but Ye Wudao's guy who was happily half-squatting on the chair eating and drinking, half a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, and one in his hand, his mouth was full of oil, and when he saw Song Yuhan who suddenly came in, he looked at her with a pair of eyes and surprise.

"Daughter-in-law, are you back?" Ye Wudao quickly spit out the chicken leg in his mouth, and said with a flattering expression.

Song Yuhan, who originally planned to come back to apologize to him, saw the scene in front of her, which suddenly made her angry, with a cold face, and she didn't even look at him and said, "I'll come back and take a shower and leave." ”

After saying this, she threw the things in her hand on the sofa hard, and then went upstairs without looking back, and at this time, Ye Wudao's words spit out.

"Daughter-in-law, you don't have to go to the hotel in the future, I'm ...... I'll leave later. Ye Wudao saw Song Yuhan, who had long since disappeared, and only then whispered the second half of the sentence.

It turned out that after today's incident, Ye Wudao also thought clearly, he wanted to make money, and he wanted to earn one million in a month, so he naturally couldn't rely on Song Yuhan to eat and drink for nothing.

However, this guy didn't have a dime in his pocket, so he made everything that could be eaten in the refrigerator, and prepared to leave after he was full, so as not to wait for hunger outside, but he didn't expect Song Yuhan to come back suddenly.

Ye Wudao looked at Song Yuhan, who had a cold face, so he had to silently put away the dishes, take them to wash and clean them, and then folded his set of Versace clothes worth 150,000 yuan neatly, put them on the bed, and said upstairs: "Daughter-in-law, I'm leaving." ”

However, there was no sound upstairs, Song Yuhan didn't know if he didn't listen to the lecture or didn't bother to answer him at all, Ye Wudao sighed, carrying the rattan box, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a picture on the sofa.

And this picture is the jewelry design pattern that Song Yuhan brought back, Ye Wudao glanced at it curiously, although he didn't know what it was, but it seemed that he was only half of the painting, he was curious for a while, picked up the pattern and took a look, and found that it was very good-looking, but unfortunately it was only half.

Looking left and right, Ye Wudao found that this pattern didn't seem to be very coordinated in a few places, it was a pity, he remembered a kind of flower he had seen, and it felt very appropriate to this pattern.

This guy suddenly had an itchy hand, and even picked up a ballpoint pen, and began to smear on this pattern, and not long after, he saw a complete pattern appear on the drawing paper, but half of it was drawn by a professional painting brush, and the other half was an ugly ballpoint pen.

Ye Wudao put down the painting paper with satisfaction, the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, he felt that this pattern was very suitable for the natural breath of heaven and earth, and suddenly Ye Wudao hit a spirit, thinking that he had moved that woman's things, it was estimated that she would not have to go crazy after waiting, so he quickly put down the painting paper, glanced at the second floor where no one was around, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and then sneaked away with the rattan box.

Song Yuhan squatted in the shower, letting the unkempt water wash her body, only to see that her body was white and flawless, like jade skin, and the water beads slid down her long hair, until her ankles like bamboo shoots, if Ye Wudao saw this scene, he would definitely not say that Fang Yi's figure was better than his daughter-in-law.

I don't know how long it took, Song Yuhan stood up, closed a pair of beautiful eyes, flicked her hair back, and screamed hysterically, as if she was venting her depression, only to see that the wall was full of dense water beads, I don't know if it was vented for a while, which made Song Yuhan feel much better, so she closed the unkempt head and picked up a towel to dry her hair.

She got dressed, dried her hair, and prepared to go downstairs to get her copy back, and then drive out to the hotel, she really didn't want to and wouldn't live under the same roof with a strange guy.

But when she went downstairs, she didn't see Ye Wudao's figure, glanced at the dining table, and found that the dining table was cleaned up, and the dishes were neatly put back into the kitchen cupboard.

"Where did this dirt bun go?" Song Yuhan was a little strange, just now he saw him eating and drinking here, and his mouth was full of oil.

Song Yuhan didn't bother to care about him, picked up her own design pattern from the sofa, and was about to leave, but found that her design pattern seemed to have been moved.

Song Yuhan was suddenly furious, it must have been Ye Wudao's dead bastard who did it, if he broke his own design pattern, she would have to kill him, Song Yuhan hurriedly unfolded the drawing paper, and saw a complete pattern appear in front of her eyes.

The pattern on the painting paper was like a thunderbolt, and a boom exploded in Song Yuhan's mind, and the original design pattern, which was only half of it, seemed to come to life, and appeared in front of her, this is a complete flower, there is a kind of arrogance in the flower, there is also a kind of purity like a snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains, and there is a throbbing that can penetrate people's hearts, which is what Song Yuhan dreamed of, and what she has always wanted to describe.

I don't know how long it took for Song Yuhan's eyes to be retracted from the pattern, only to see her whole person trembling slightly, excited, she looked at the handwriting of the ballpoint pen on the pattern, and muttered to herself: "Could it be that Ye Wudao's soil bun drew it?"