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On the other side, Qingjing Garden.

Ye Yuyao received several tickets from the charity exhibition.

Su Mocheng happened to put down the work at hand and took the time to go to her residence.

Ye Yuyao gave him the samples he had collected, and asked him to help find a reliable institution to identify the relationship between these samples, and at the same time did not forget to block Su Mocheng's doubts, but said that he would wait to see what the result would be before telling him the intention of doing so.

Su Mocheng had no choice but to ask no more questions, and cautiously put away the sample.

Ye Yuyao didn't forget to give the last three tickets for the charity exhibition, Su Mocheng accepted it, and then left after a while, it seemed that he just came over to make a visit.

After seeing Su Mocheng's car drive out of the courtyard, Ye Yuyao, who was in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, retracted her gaze and turned to look at the wall clock on the wall.

It was approaching evening at this time, and she originally wanted Su Mocheng to stay for dinner, but Su Mocheng still had work to do, so she didn't keep it anymore.

Next, she waited for Su Mocheng to bring her the appraisal results.

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Suddenly, a mobile phone rang.

Ye Yuyao took out her mobile phone and saw a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Hesitating, she slid over the answer icon: "Hello." ”

"Hello, may I ask A

ATA? A polite female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ye Yuyao was stunned for a moment, then cleared her throat and responded in a clear male voice: "Well, it's me." ”

"That's right, the charity exhibition to be held in Jincheng tomorrow is about to open, and I am here to confirm whether the designer who provided the work can be there tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll be here tomorrow." Ye Yuyao replied lightly.

Before you know it, tomorrow will be the day when the charity fair begins.

"Okay, there will be an electronic invitation sent to your phone in the form of a text message today, you pay attention to it, and use it as a voucher for admission tomorrow."

"Okay, I got it."

Ending the call, as if remembering something, Ye Yuyao frowned slightly, and took the elevator to his study.

Turning on the computer, she neatly entered the boot password and clicked on her mailbox.

Sure enough, several unread emails came into view, all from the same email number.

It's all sent by the godfathers of the little buns.

She hasn't had time to turn on her computer lately, and the last time she clicked on her email was last week.

At that time, after she saw the content of the email sent by the man, she chose to ignore it directly.

I just didn't expect that guy to send her an email almost every day!

Ye Yuyao's eyelids jumped, and she opened them one by one.

The first email was a brief inquiry: Why don't you reply to me?

The second email the next day reads: Are you going to pick up the airport or not?

Another day passed, and the third email read: Very good, Ye Yuyao, are you sure you want to ignore me like this?

The fourth email was full of annoyance: I won't go to this shabby exhibition, do you really think I want to go?!

Seeing the end, Ye Yuyao breathed a sigh of relief and closed the computer with peace of mind.

Fortunately, it seems that this man will not come to China.

That way she has less trouble.

When she wanted to return to China with her children, she was blocked by this man in every way, but she later sneaked back with her children.

If Feng Xuhan and that man knew about each other's existence, she felt that it would be a fierce battle that would be difficult to stop.

After all, the man had pursued her, but she refused.