"What?" Ye Xinyi looked at Lei Yufeng in surprise and asked, "You know Jing's identity, how come... you still do that?"
This information really stunned Ye Xinyi. What kind of man would make such a decision in such a situation?
Lei Yufeng smiled lightly and calmly: "I did that because I love her, and it has nothing to do with her identity. I did it without telling her because I wanted to turn raw rice into cooked rice. I wanted to keep her here forever.
By my side. I was also very scared at that time, always afraid that the next second, Yi Yi would leave my side. I was also very entangled, but I didn’t want to be separated from her..."
Ye Xinyi was about to say something else when she saw Lei Haochen and Fei Ying running towards this side.
"Chenchen, why are you running? Be careful to prick your hands!" Feiying's voice and Lei Haochen's childish laughter sounded in the living room.[
"I want to show it to dad..." Lei Haochen ran over with a silk handkerchief and flower bag in his hand, threw himself into Lei Yufeng's arms, lifted the flower bag, and said as if offering a treasure, "
Dad, my grandma embroidered it, doesn’t it look good?”
"It looks good..." Lei Yufeng narrowed his eyes slightly, hugged his son with one hand, and took the flower bag with the other. His expression suddenly froze, "This..."
Although the embroidery on the flower stretcher has not been completed yet, the shape and color of the petals feel so familiar to Lei Yufeng.
"My grandma's embroidery is so exquisite. Look, this is beautiful!" Lei Haochen spread out the silk handkerchief, held the two corners with his fingers, and showed it in front of Lei Yufeng's eyes.
Lei Yufeng looked at it very carefully. There was no trace of tearing in the center of this silk handkerchief. It should be intact. But, is this just a coincidence?
Is this just because there are identical silk handkerchiefs in the world?
"This silk handkerchief is a pair. I embroidered it myself. When Jing was taken away, one of them was left with her. Unfortunately, she said she lost the silk handkerchief when she was a child, so I want to embroider it again.
One piece, made into a pair, I want to give it to her when she gets married in the future. Butterflies in Love with Peonies, the artistic conception is very good!" Ye Xinyi explained with a smile.
"I am the Peony King and the butterfly!" Lei Yufeng muttered the words on the silk handkerchief in a low voice, put the flower bag beside him, and reached out to take the silk handkerchief, "This silk handkerchief has exactly the same
?"
"If there is one, it's the one Jing lost."
"Can silk handkerchiefs with this pattern be bought outside?"
"Of course you can't buy it!" Fei Ying came over and interjected, "That was the pattern drawn by our lady herself. Her last name, capital letter Y, is on the silk handkerchief. Moreover, this stitching technique cannot be imitated by anyone.
Is it possible that Mr. Lei has seen exactly the same one?"
Lei Yufeng did not answer and stood up: "Chenchen, where is your mother?"
"In the studio on the first floor, I will take you..."
Ye Xinyi grabbed her grandson and stopped him: "You go through the corridor, the studio at the end facing the garden is there."
"I'm going to find her!" Lei Yufeng held the silk handkerchief and hurried towards the studio.
"Madam, what is he... doing?" Fei Ying looked at Lei Yufeng's back in confusion.
"Let him go! He probably has something to say to Jing! Maybe, he has seen the lost silk handkerchief!"
"Isn't it?" Feiying looked at Ye Xinyi, then looked at the corridor, and murmured, "If this is really the case, I promise that I will never doubt that this is really a fate specially arranged by God.
Readers, "flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist." If you have some quality, you should remember how many times you have cursed and cursed people! You spend money to read books, ten yuan is a lot! It's so much that you will feel resentful.
, they can only vent their anger by swearing.
Could it be that you can only spend ten yuan to read my book? Absolutely not. There are many books for you to choose from in Tencent's library, so you are lucky. If you don't like to read the book, you can choose not to read it.
But we authors are not so lucky, because we can't choose readers, especially super-brainless readers like you. You scold the author while reading the book written by this author. You are sick! You persisted for so long.
, have to make people doubt that you are still a normal person?
Therefore, instead of cursing others and letting them die, it is better for you to die now. If you die, there will be one less low-quality psychotic reader in the world. This can be regarded as a contribution you have made to everyone.
Now, starting from the next second, if you curse others, God will return it to you several times. People are doing it, and God is watching. Don’t think that you will be the best in the universe if you spit out shit. So, please calm down and don’t stop.
If you read what I wrote, if you continue to read it, I will only despise you even more!
I'm not good at cursing, so I couldn't bear it anymore, so I wrote these words! I accept reminders, but I will never accept personal attacks!!
Dear friends! Readers who have read my books know that I generally don’t get angry with readers because I understand your hard work in chasing articles, so I can accept it calmly if my language is a little extreme when I urge you to update. After all, you like to read.
Readers of my books, I respect you! Therefore, among the more than 5,000 comments, the only one that I can't accept at all is the message from this idiot reader called "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog."
Finally, thank you to all the readers who have always supported me!! Thank you!!