Quiet mountain castle.

In pure black decorative style, the two of them sat opposite each other in dim light.

The woman was holding a cat with pure black fur in her arms, with her cat eyes clear and yellow. She looked at the person opposite her and her eyes shining: "Qi Ye, tell me quickly that I don't have tinnitus? You actually asked me to help her restore her eyesight? It's really exciting!"

The ethereal and pleasant voice echoed in the dark space, cold and treacherous.

Qi Ye's eyes were like the grinded night sky, dark and bottomless: "Healing her!"

The woman lowered her head and leaned forward, stroking the cat in her arms with her hands, her eyes showing a hint of fun: "Your little baby looks like a restless person..."

Her dark red lips said softly: "Whether I agree or not is second, most importantly, are you really feel free to hand her over to me?"

Qi Ye pinched her chin with her slender fingers, and her eyes were cold and cold: "I will look at you, do what you should do, what you shouldn't do... Never do it."

The woman slapped his hand off, rubbed her chin in pain, and scolded angrily: "A bastard who is neither big nor young, is he still so arrogant when he asks for help!"

Qi Ye took out the handkerchief and wiped her hands: "In the gentlest way, don't let her feel any discomfort."

The woman stared at him with wide eyes and was almost angry: "You have never experienced my methods? If you want to be gentle, just go to the legendary god! I can't do anything about it!"

"Perrangodo will stare at you."

"What?" The woman was stunned, as if she didn't expect that the old guy would have something to do with Qi Ye.

"Maria," Qi Ye's black eyes were cold and conscious, and the cruel look in his eyes was about to emerge. He stared at the woman: "Remember, this is not a requirement, nor a threat. As your most perfect "test" product, I want to cut down your heart is not a little bit. She is intact, and our account can be thrown aside. She is a little lost, and you will never be buried."

Maria looked at the man's exquisite and perfect face, and her eyes showed obsession. He and Yisa were "works of art" she created and the most proud masterpiece of her life.

Flawless and meticulously crafted.

Unfortunately, the child is strong and he will no longer be obedient.

"What are my methods? You need to identify your baby before you can make a decision. You know, I will never allow any flaws to defile you. She deserves you. I am happy to watch the show, but she is not worthy of you..." Maria smiled meaningfully.

Art freaks all have their own special hobbies, and most of them have a common characteristic.

Devote yourself to art.

This is a sentiment that normal people cannot understand.

It was also the origin of her hostility towards Ye Weilan at the beginning.

Qi Ye sneered and stood up and left.

His Lan is of course the most perfect.

...

Qi Ye drove back to the White House villa and walked into the hall, he felt a keen sense that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Ye Weilan didn't even come to greet him with her son.

The whole palace seemed strangely quiet.

He walked up the stairs and opened the door. Ye Weilan lay on the sofa in a daze, his eyebrows locked, and the two big words "My Thoughts" were clearly written on his face.

Qi Ye walked over and hugged her: "What's wrong?"

Ye Weilan was startled, noticed the familiar breath and then relaxed, and turned around. "Husband, are you back, are you hungry?"

She sat up as she said, looking up, "I actually forgot to look at the time..."
Chapter completed!