After going upstairs after eating supper, Pei Ti went to bed first, but Bai Ling didn't, Bai Ling was full of energy and not sleepy at all.

Pei Ti looked at Bai Ling with sleepiness on his face, "Wife, why don't you come to sleep yet." ”

Even Bai Ling walked to the small light turned on in front of the dresser, "I'm not sleepy yet, you can sleep first." ”

On the dresser was the information sent by Bai Yunwei in the evening.

At this time, she looked through the night, it was full of content, and some places were still handwritten notes, she looked at it very carefully, and a smile gradually spread on her lips.

Pei Ti suddenly regretted that he had put the documents there today, it was really sad that he was robbing his wife with him now.

Pei Ti had no choice but to get out of bed and wrap his arms around Bai Ling's waist, lean his head on her shoulder, and rub Bai Ling's face with his own face.

"Aren't you worried that I can't sleep without you?"

The two of them have always slept together, but now that there is suddenly one less person, he is really a little unaccustomed to it, and when he sleeps, his heart is empty, and he can't sleep steadily.

"You go to sleep first, and I'll come later, okay? And I've slept enough just now, and I really can't sleep now. Bai Ling lowered his voice and said to him.

"Okay, then you can come to sleep after watching for a while, don't look too long."

"Got it, don't worry." Bai Ling kissed Pei Ti on the face before stopping.

After Pei Ti went back, Bai Ling focused on the documents again.

She was excited to read the content of this, and it was a night's time to see it.

When Pei Ti woke up in the morning, he habitually touched the people around him, but only the cold quilt was waiting for him.

When I got up, I saw that Bai Ling was still sitting in front of the dresser, the last page of the information had been seen, and what movements were still being drawn on his hands, which seemed to be simulating embroidery hair.

Pei Ti had a few black lines on his head, his face was also ugly, and he said with a dark face: "You shouldn't have been here all night, right?" ”

Bai Ling was so forgetful that she couldn't remember the time, so she glanced out the window and found that it was already dawn.

However, she still happily shared it with Pei Ti.

"Come and see." She beckoned Pei Ti to come over.

Then he pointed his finger at the pictures and content that Pei Ti couldn't understand.

"I finally saw through my mother's embroidery method, combined with the information sent by Bai Yunwei, I finally figured out what was going on." She looked at it all the way and compared the paintings, and finally understood what was going on.

Pei Ti originally wanted to be angry, but seeing the girl's excited appearance now, he couldn't say anything to blame.

How can she be so cute, so cute that she can't bear to say a word.

"It's not raining outside today, let's go back, I'm going to start thinking about the game."

Bai Ling had just seen through all the fog, and now was the time to be excited, and he couldn't stop at all.

"Okay, then you clean up, I'll go talk to them, do you want to take Bai Yunwei away?"

Bai Ling originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about his own situation, his hand unconsciously touched his stomach, and he also thought of Bai Yunwei, who stayed up late last night to practice embroidery.

"Don't take her away, just tell her the address and let her come to me tomorrow."

Embroidery will start tomorrow, and this time I have to make a good work.

Because the program of the New Year Festival is currently attracting the attention of the people of the whole country, even if it is the Spring Festival, the staff do not dare to rest, they are working overtime, everyone looks at the works of Qingyue last time is a little tricky, and I don't know what to do.

According to the rules of the show, the works participating in the show should be placed in the museum for everyone to enjoy, but now the situation is different, this painting is too beautiful, and the cost price is definitely not cheap, so everyone doesn't know what to do with it, so they called Qingyue.

Bai Ling was a little surprised when he received this call, but he didn't expect the other party to make a special call to ask what should be done with this painting.

"Do what you need to do, don't have any scruples." In other words, it's just a matter of following the rules.

"Okay, then I wish you a happy new year." After the program team got the answer, they contacted the museum.

The museum also watched the show early, knowing how brilliant "Winter Night" was this time, and I couldn't wait to pick up the work in person, but I don't know if there are other arrangements on the other side.

After so many days, the event party finally called to pick up the works, and the people from the museum arrived as quickly as possible, picked up the goods, and pulled them away.

In one go, it's not too fast.

It's not a fixed number to call and pick it up, but it's a fixed number to pull it away.

During this time, the museum's phone was flooded, because everyone was asking if Qingyue's work had arrived in the museum, and everyone was looking forward to experiencing it with their own eyes.

Unfortunately, the museum's answer has always been no.

The curator sat in the truck, and this time he went to pull the goods in person, and his heart was sweet.

However, this painting is so good-looking, it will definitely be robbed by many people, and if you have the money, you will definitely buy this painting.

I don't know who will end up with this painting.

The curator was thinking so, and the call came directly, and when he saw this familiar call, the curator had a bad premonition.

The phone was connected, and Yang Xingli's little young master's temper came, basking in the sun and blowing the sea breeze, and said slowly: "The things in your hands are left for the master, no matter how much money the other party says, I will give double it." ”

He must get this painting of Qingyue this time, and it can be used as a family heirloom after staying.

Listening to the familiar and arrogant voice, the curator finally remembered who this person was, the little master of the Yang family, the one who won the last time he fought with the tired master.

"Yes, yes, if there is no special arrangement, I will definitely leave this painting to Yang Shao."

What special arrangements can be made?

Yang Xingli slandered in his heart, but he didn't say it.

Lazy tone: "Give you two days to deliver it to the master." ”

The phone was hung up, and the curator looked at the works in the back box a little distressed.

I didn't expect to go to someone else's house so soon, and he didn't even have time to appreciate it.

I was feeling it, and who knew that the phone would ring again.

"Hello, this is the Shangjing Museum."

"I am Pei Zhiyun's wife Fang Qingyan, and I want Qingyue's "Winter Night".

Fang ...... Ms. Fang? "The curator didn't expect that someone like Fang Qingyan would actually call him personally, how can he do this!

Sure enough, just as he thought, these upper-class people have sharp eyes.

Before I even pulled "Winter Night" to the museum, the people who called to ask for the goods were already piled up.

However, in its current form, Mrs. Fang should be the last one, and in the end, "Winter Night" should fall into the hands of Ms. Fang.

"Yes, yes, I'll send it to Madame."