Because Wei Qing was in the room, Mu Yi didn't want to go to the study too early to find Yu Zimei.

Once she passed, Qingge would bring someone into the house to clean and tidy up the room, and Wei Qing could be said to have nowhere to hide inside.

So she kept the door closed and pretended to sleep.

Wei Qing was in the outer room when he was eating, and he always made her blush without blushing in a few words, and finally turned around and went into the inner room in anger.

She lay on the bed and glanced at the silhouette of the man eating from a distance through the beaded curtain.

is slow and reasonable, and his appearance and temperament are very incompatible, but he can't feel that there is anything wrong, and it is still a little pleasing to the eye after watching it for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, I was pretending, but who knew that I really fell asleep.

By the time she woke up again, it was already dusk.

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened, and she yawned and rubbed her eyes, and the room was dark.

He sat up with his body propped up, stretched, and looked out in confusion.

The bead curtain hung still, and the faint light from outside the window was gently refracted on the bead curtain, with a faint, quiet beauty.

Looking back, there were empty bowls and snack plates on the table.

Mu Yi was only excited, remembering that Wei Qing was still there before, she got up suddenly, looked around the house and didn't find a man.

She turned around and walked back to the table, and saw that the bowl was very grateful, there was no soup left, the chopsticks were neatly placed next to it, and the dim sum she walked along the plate was only missing a piece, it seemed that the bowl of noodles was really not enough, so after tasting the dim sum, he might find that it was not the taste he liked, so he simply gave up.

When did he leave?

She moved her shoulder, which was a little sore, and then went back to the room to put on her shoes, then put away the dishes and chopsticks, opened the door and went to the kitchen.

When the cook saw her, he greeted her with a smile, and then said with a smile, "Miss, are you here on time?" Dinner was just done. ”

"Nothing." Mu Yi laughed, "I came here by smelling it." ”

The cook has been in the Mu family for many years, and he can be regarded as watching Mu Yi grow up, although there is still a division between master and servant, but he is a little closer than the others.

"Are these all tonight's dinners?" Mu Yi pointed to the dishes prepared on the tray on the side, "Shall I bring it out?" ”

"Okay!" The cook replied, "There is also a soup, Miss will serve it first, and it will be ready later." ”

Mu Yi nodded, and when he was serving the food, he stretched out his hand to taste it, but the cook slapped the back of his hand with his backhand, and just glared at him dissatisfied, and a piece of meat was stuffed in his mouth.

So she went to the dining room with her food.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the dining room, he saw Qingge say to Yu Zimei sitting at the table with a panicked face, "Miss is gone!" ”

"Who's missing?" Mu Yi answered casually.

"Huh?"

"Miss?"

Yu Zimei and Qingge spoke in unison.

If it is put on weekdays, Mu Yi has nothing to do and sneaks out to play, and it is normal to disappear.

But after all, there have been too many things that have happened in the past two days, so whether it is Yu Zimei or Qingge, they are all a little sensitive to Mu Yi's affairs.

"What's wrong?" Facing the strange expressions of the two people, Mu Yi asked suspiciously.

"Nope." The first to react was Yu Zimei, she shook her head, reached out and moved Mu Yi's chopsticks next to her, and asked her to sit down, "Have you slept well?" ”

"Hmm." Mu Yi nodded, picked up Yu Zimei's bowl, filled her with a bowl of soup, and put it next to her, "After eating in a while, I will go to the study with my grandmother." ”

At the end, he added, "Grandma, don't think I'm stupid." ”

Yu Zimei hid her somewhat choked voice and said "no" a few times in a row.

During the banquet, several people were silent, a little less cheerful than usual, a little more heavy, no one spoke, and they finished the meal silently.

In the evening, Mu Yi went to the study with Yu Zimei.

Yu Zimei didn't tell her too many things that were too deep, but just asked someone to move several stacks of account books and sort them out.

Then tell her which account books are in what business, which ones are in the east of the city, which ones are in the west of the city, and which ones are shops in good locations.

Mu Yi looked at the neat stacks of account books lined up on the table, and while listening to Yu Zimei's explanation, he felt a sudden jump in his temples.

It was also the first time she knew that the Mu family had so many shops and industries.

In the study, the two of them talked for two hours, and it was almost time to go to bed.

Mu Yi helped Yu Zimei back to the wing room first, and waited for her to rest with Aunt Gui Xin before leaving.

Passing by the study, after thinking about it, she went in the door again and returned to the boudoir with a stack of account books.

She remembered that Yu Zimei told her that this stack was an account book of rented land on the outskirts of the city, and compared with the shops in the city, what raw materials, workmanship, selling price, and cost were much simpler.

She can't become a big fat person by eating in one bite, she can choose to gnaw from the smallest, and she can always be as powerful as her grandmother.

Mu Yi studied economics, and occasionally knew that he had been to a few dinners with Yu Zimei to get a general understanding of business, but he had never read the account books.

As soon as I turned two pages, I began to yawn.

Looking sideways at the shoulder-high account books in his hand, he couldn't help but pat his face and asked Qingge to make another pot of strong tea.

Seeing that it was late at night, Qingge sat next to her and began to nap, Mu Yi couldn't bear to let her stay up with her, so he excused herself by sleeping too much during the day and asked her to rest first.

After the green pigeon rested, Mu Yi drank a pot of strong tea, and went to the toilet three or four times, still looking sleepy.

Finally, I went to turn over the coffee beans and brewed a large cup of coffee, only to hold on and read half a book.

Ugly time.

When Wei Qing jumped in through the window, he subconsciously looked over the bed inside, and saw that the quilts on it were neatly stacked, and the sheets were neatly stacked.

Thick eyebrows twisted, where did they go?

She turned around and was about to wait for her for a while, but as soon as she turned around, she saw the orange lamp on the opposite table, shining a warm light, and blurred on the little head lying in front of the table.

He slowed down his steps and stepped forward, only to see what the stack next to Mu Yi was, and stretched out his fingers to turn through two pages.

Glancing at the table, there was a pot of tea, and there was a little tea in the teacup; Next to it was a large cup of coffee, and only the coffee at the bottom of the cup remained, because it had been a long time, and the white walls of the cup had circles of coffee stains.

A cool breeze blew in from the window of the desk, and the person at the table instinctively shrunk his neck.

Wei Qing sighed softly and bent down to gently help her up.

Someone moved Mu Yan, she was dazed and groggy, raised her eyes to look at Wei Qing, and furrowed her eyebrows in a daze, "How do you dream, are you still there?" ”

Hearing this, the corners of the man's lips curved slightly, gently picked her up, and walked towards the bed.

With his head resting on the pillow, Mu Yi curled up slightly, and then rubbed his little face on the pillow before curling the corners of his mouth and falling asleep.

He stood in front of the bed, looking at the appearance of the little one, and his eyes were a little soft.

Wei Qing sighed, reached out for Mu Yi to take off his shoes, and bent down neatly in front of the bed.

The man himself felt evil, and he himself didn't know where this little guy was good enough for him to be so sneaky and a thief.

He looked at the person sleeping soundly on the bed, and he didn't understand it.

Instead, he consciously covered her with a quilt, turned over to the desk, and looked at the account book that Mu Yu hadn't finished reading yet, and the notes and points she wrote in a blank notebook.

The words are very beautiful, and they do not lose their strength in the show.

The point is that there is no availability.

Following.

Mu Yi woke up, rubbed her eyes, and was stunned after she was half awake, why did she get to bed?

She sat up with her body propped up, put on her shoes and stretched her waist, and walked out, just as the green pigeon came in with hot water to wash her.

She just wanted to open her mouth to ask if Qingge would come in and carry her to the bed, but she saw Qingge smile and said, "I thought that Miss had to sleep on the table, and I wondered if Miss didn't go back to bed to sleep, should I call the eldest young master or the second young master to hug Miss." Unexpectedly, the young lady knew that she was sleepy and went to bed. ”

Listening to Qingge say this, Mu Yi knew that he was not the eldest brother and the second brother, since Qingge didn't know either, maybe it was Weiqing?

Mu Yi wiped his face while thinking that he seemed to have seen Weiqing last night, so that ...... Not a dream?

After breakfast, Mu Yi went back to the room to sort out the account book, and was about to take it back to Yu Zimei's study.

After all, there is indeed a big difference between theoretical things and actual operations.

I took the notebook where I took notes, and I saw that there were two more pages of words on it, although the words were small, but they were strong and powerful.

She looked through it carefully, and found that after reading it, her doubts and what she didn't understand suddenly became clear.

Mu Yi was also surprised to find that in addition to the words on the notebook, the account books on the table looked like they had never been touched, and even ...... Even the account book she read before going to bed was still the page she read.

But the notes that Wei Qing made for her must have been written by reading the account books.

He was able to restore everything to its untouched appearance, it was ...... An indescribable feeling.

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