Ding Dingdangdang's scalp exploded.

Qi Ye gave the order to die. Before he could remember, he could not let Ye Weilan know that he was the child back then.

According to the mind of this sister-in-law, it is too easy to get news from Yun Ruoshui.

Although I thought so in my heart, Dingding still agreed on the surface. Lan Zeyuan was in the suburbs, and there was no problem of turning lanes. The car drove out of the city and Dangdang's phone rang. He answered: "Uncle Lin."

"Has the young lady picked it up?"

Dangdang gave the phone to Ye Weilan.

"Uncle Lin."

"Mrs. The painter you hired for you is here."

Painter?

Ye Weilan remembered that she just said she wanted to find a portrait of a painter yesterday, but she came so soon. After thinking about it, out of respect for the old man, Ye Weilan chose to return to Lanze Garden.

Ding Dingdangdang breathed a sigh of relief together.

Qi Ye found a wandering painter, who was very young and unkempt, and he looked a little arrogant with a huge painting board on his back.

Ye Weilan went upstairs to change his clothes, and arranged the scene.

The beautiful woman was wearing long black hair with big wavy curls, delicate and white skin, warm eyebrows and eyes, cherry red lips, and her cheeks were delicate colors like flowers.

Her graceful figure looks unusually elegant against the white long skirt. She sat on a chair covered with blue velvet cushions, with the long group of lace and broken diamonds dotted, dazzling.

The young painter stared at her for half an hour before starting to write.

Ding Dingdangdang waited to yawn.

Ye Weilan always maintains a single expression, time flows quietly, and an hour later, the painter put down his brush.

Ye Weilan moved her stiff neck for a moment, and Qi Ye, who came back for some reason, reached out to rub her shoulders.

Ding Dingdangdang walked over with the painting.

"This man really has two brushes, it looks like it."

Ye Weilan glanced at it and exclaimed: "It's much better than what I painted."

She has always kept it in a greenhouse, and the things she painted always lack a taste of soul and freedom.

Qi Ye asked the twins to frame the painting and support his wife upstairs.

...

A morning newspaper was handed to me.

Qi Ye glanced at him and narrowed his cold eyes slightly.

The housekeeper coughed: "Young Master, it's not just this, but a video was also posted online, which was very unfavorable to the young lady's image. Should I pay attention?"

"The wealthy family bullies the people with their power!!!" Several big black words came into view. Qi Ye tapped his forehead with his fingertips and patiently read the front page of this condemnational entertainment. After that, he also searched the Internet to find the video. It was the scene in the restaurant yesterday. The picture changed slightly. The "wonderful use of cucumbers" about Ye Weilan was cut off, and the rest was not good for her and Tang Xiaochi.

The comment section was full of condemnation, and the scolding was so harsh.

Qi Ye smiled and looked a little doting: "Let Weilan make trouble."

His spoiled daughter-in-law doesn't make any trouble, and it's good to have some fun occasionally for her.

This incident happened again in the afternoon. The eldest lady of the Tang family angrily broke into Gu Qingqing's agency and seriously injured the popular star. She even made a harsh word to ask her to look good.

Tang Xiaochi, who had vented a bitch, called Ye Weilan: "It's so good to teach a bitch a lesson. Dear, what's next?"
Chapter completed!