Chu Zheng rubbed his nose, he didn't know what to say, did he want to tell Concubine Ye that after Old Man Song was coerced and intimidated by the young master, he confessed to her in desperation?

"By the way, do you know how many days there are?" Chu Zheng opened his mouth to change the topic.

"What day?" Concubine Ye ate grapes and looked at Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng hesitated for a moment and then said decisively: "The 26th is the young master's birthday. ”

The grapes in Concubine Ye's hands slurped directly to the ground, Su Mohan's birthday? Su Mohan is about to celebrate his birthday!

"He... What does he usually like? Concubine Ye was a little anxious, hurriedly got up, came directly to Chu Zheng's side, and sat down next to him.

Smelling the burst of fragrant wind that suddenly brought over, Chu Zheng stiffened all over, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart, isn't Su Shao's favorite thing to be!

"Say, aren't you going to tell me about this?" Concubine Ye's tone revealed a hint of danger, with a faint threat.

Chu Zheng immediately cried and explained with a sad face: "Auntie, don't hurt me, it's not easy for me to eat when I'm young, so don't torture me anymore." ”

"Chu Tezhu, I know that you are very good, can you tell me what Su Shao likes?" Concubine Ye narrowed her eyes with a smile, took a grape, and stuffed it into Chu Zheng's mouth flatteringly.

This grape almost choked Chu Zheng to death, he sat down on the sofa to the ground in shock, swallowed the whole grape with the skin, and when he raised his head, he met Concubine Shangye's crescent-like eyes: "Chu Tezhu, you have eaten other people's grapes~"

Chu Zheng swore that if this sentence reached Su Shao's ears, the young master would definitely hear it, 'Chu Tezhu, you have eaten other people's tofu~'

"Auntie, just spare me, I swear, as long as you send it, Su Shao will definitely like it!"

Concubine Ye nodded and smiled slightly: "Actually, I think so too." ”

Chu Zheng, who was slipping out of the door, stumbled and almost knelt at the door, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: This woman is simply ...... Die to shame!

After Chu Zheng slipped away, Concubine Ye kept thinking about what she wanted to give Su Mohan, after all, with Su Mohan's identity and status, it was estimated that she lacked nothing, so she didn't have to pick anything expensive, as long as she could represent her own mind.

Lying on the bed and rolling for a while, Concubine Ye had an idea, and immediately asked the maid for a few balls of wool, and then looked up the knitting method of the sweater on the Internet, and planned to knit a sweater before his birthday.

For an afternoon, Concubine Ye had been sitting in front of the computer looking at the knitted patterns of the sweater, but she obviously overestimated her IQ, and the first step of the Long March almost knocked her down.

For a whole afternoon, except for a ball of wool rolling around on the ground, a few sweater needles did not even hang a row of yarn, let alone a rudimentary shape.

"Hey......" Concubine Ye put down the needle in her hand, crossed her legs, sat on the big chair, dragged her chin, and looked at the complicated needlework diagrams.

Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock, Concubine Ye closed the webpage, put a few balls of wool and needles in a plastic bag, and then stuffed them into one of her suitcases, planning to study it tomorrow when she was free.