At six o'clock in the morning, Qi Ye called Ye Weilan.

In order to prevent him from breaking in directly, Ye Weilan didn't have time to eat breakfast, holding a bun in one hand and a tea blossom in the other, followed by Lilith.

She slipped into the car and waited for it to start before breathing a sigh of relief.

Qi Ye took her into his arms.

Ye Weilan asked, "Why did you come so early?" ”

Qi Ye leaned his face on her shoulder and closed his eyes: "No, I haven't slept all night." ”

Ye Weilan saw that he was indeed a little tired between his eyebrows, and he didn't ask much, he opened the lunch box in his hand, revealing a few white and chubby buns: "My mother made it, it's delicious." ”

Qi Ye lifted his eyelids and glanced at it: "You feed me." ”

Ye Weilan patted his hand: "You loosen it." ”

Qi Ye reluctantly let go of his hand, Ye Weilan sat on the side, picked up the chopsticks and steamed buns to feed him, and handed over a cup of soy milk by the way.

Qi Ye enjoyed his wife's rare docile treatment, and his eyes softened shallowly.

Ye Weilan finished feeding him and began to eat his share: "I have something to do tomorrow, go out early and return late, you don't ask much." ”

Qi Ye's dark eyes stared at her.

Miss Ye looked at him, and that look showed that this matter was not discussed.

Qi Ye said, "Take Lilith with you." ”

Ye Weilan instantly smiled: "Okay." ”

Back in Lanzeyuan, Qi Ye was forcibly dragged to bed by his wife to sleep, and was almost knocked down by a pervert several times halfway.

After making trouble for a while, Ye Weilan went downstairs with red cheeks, and the housekeeper waited at the staircase, his eyes were pleased, and he handed her a delicate jewelry box: "The young master ordered to buy it for the young lady yesterday." ”

Ye Weilan opened it curiously, and on the velvet blue silk cushion, there was a sea-blue gemstone necklace lying quietly, with a clear light, like flowing water, rare beauty.

This necklace is called "La Mer", which was an engagement gift given to his beloved wife by an emperor of England in the Middle Ages.

Ye Weilan's eyes flashed with love, and he thanked the housekeeper.

"Young lady, tomorrow is the young master's birthday."

In a word, he nailed Ye Weilan's footsteps to leave.

She turned her head, her eyes stunned, and after a while she nodded, "I see." Then he pushed the door open and walked into the studio.

When Qi Ye woke up, he was told that the young lady had been in the studio for a whole morning.

He pushed open the door of the studio, Ye Weilan was concentrating on painting, the afternoon sun poured in through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the girl's beautiful face was covered with a layer of dreamy color.

Qi Ye walked over lightly, and there was a delicate man on the drawing paper, with a thin figure, clean and fair, like a beautiful boy who came out of the comics, and his eyebrows and eyes were vaguely familiar.

However, Qi Ye didn't have the heart to think about familiarity at this time, a touch of gloom crossed his eyes, he squatted down and hugged her waist.

Ye Weilan was taken aback, the paintbrush in her hand fell, and she glared at Qi Ye a little dissatisfied: "Don't scare me all the time." ”

"Who is he?" Despite his best efforts to cover it up, Qi Ye's tone still showed signs of blackening.

Ye Weilan was silent for a while: "Don't be jealous of this, he hasn't been around for a long time." ”

He's dead?

If you die, you shouldn't rob your wife with him.

His sourness was so obvious that Ye Weilan couldn't cry or laugh: "He saved me, do you want to deal with a child who has passed away?" ”

Qi Ye said expressionlessly: "But he has always lived in your heart." ”