Lian Xinying's negative state in the past few days, the steward reported to Yan Ye.

But Yan Ye didn't say anything.

So the steward didn't care about her, but just asked the maid to deliver three meals a day.

Five days after the incident, Lian Xinying got up from the bed.

Because the music box's battery is dead.

She opened the music box given by her father every day and listened to the familiar "To Alice" to relieve the dull pain in her heart.

After washing, I went downstairs and felt the glare of the sun, only to realize that everything was so real.

"You've got it. Because you don't go downstairs, we're all worried about you. The maid pulled her to the restaurant, "Look at how thin you have become in the past few days, if Yan Shao comes back and sees it, he thinks we didn't give you food." ”

After the servant had finished speaking, he went to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her.

Even Xinying's eyes are blank, and there is no emotion when he sees anything.

Sitting in a chair, it is also motionless.

The steward stood not far away staring at her.

I felt a little guilty in my heart.

If it weren't for the fake cigarettes, it is estimated that even Xinying would not have suffered such a big blow.

After all, the total price of the cigarettes that Lian Xinying took away was a drop in the bucket for Yan Ye.

But Yan Ye's orders, he didn't dare not disobey.

"Miss, if you are short of money, you can tell your uncle. He'll give you money. "The steward didn't know what was going on between Lian Xinying and Yan Ye, so he said that.

Yan Ye would never give her a lot of money.

He wanted her to lose and forced her to go to the Academy of Fine Arts.

When I think of the Academy of Fine Arts, even Xinying is not so repulsive.

Some of them are already good.

What abilities and qualifications does she have to be picky?

"Can you bring the art teacher back?" Lian Xinying did not answer the housekeeper's question, but asked rhetorically.

Looking at her pale face and empty eyes, the steward was soft-hearted: "I'll call and ask." ”

The steward called Yan Ye to tell him about the situation, and Yan Ye only replied with one word - okay.

In this way, Lian Xinying began to study art.

Three days later, Yan Ye returned early.

He came back at night, and Lian Xinying had already fallen asleep.

In fact, Lian Xinying didn't fall asleep, after he came back, the movement in the house was a little big, and she opened her eyes and felt everything.

Darkness, despair, frustration, loneliness......

These became a force that enveloped her entirely.

The body becomes numb and the senses are dulled.

She was like a dead wood without a soul.

It wasn't until a warm finger grabbed her chin, making her feel pain, that she came to her senses.

With a 'snap', the lights were turned on.

The room was brightly lit.

His face is angular, handsome and handsome. It's just that the chill in his eyes still makes people feel jealous.

"Tell me what stupid things you've been doing these days." Yan Ye picked her up, sat down at the head of the bed, and then sat down next to her.

When I fiddle with her, it's like fiddling with a big rag doll.

Lian Xinying didn't have the strength to resist, and he didn't have the mood.

Compared to those people outside, the bad uncle is simply an angel.

"I'll sell your cigarettes." Lian Xin greeted the apricot eyes as clear as water and looked at him.

She knew what he was asking the question for, just to get her to confess.

He knew better than anyone what stupid things she had been doing these days.

The camera in the living room, she saw.

"Oh, how much did it sell?" Yan Ye asked playfully.

"Five thousand a piece."

"Oh, you loser, uncle's cigarettes, 15,000 a piece, you sell 5,000?" Yan Ye's sword eyebrows were raised, and his resolute face had color, I don't know if he was shocked or angry.