The poor little boy was targeted by the reborn paranoid CEO

"Here we go, here's the hangover soup."

He Shuwan came out with a bowl of soup, which relieved the embarrassment in the hall.

Pei Jinyu didn't mention what happened just now, and Ye Qingyan didn't give the answer.

Ye Qingyan drank the soup one mouthful at a time. The taste was a little weird, but looking at He Shuwan's eyes, she could only bear to drink it.

"Yanyan, does it taste okay? This is my first time cooking this."

He Shuwan knew how to cook, but she rarely cooked sobering soup. When Pei Hengfeng and the others fell drunk on the ground before, He Shuwan didn't let the servants take care of them.

He also often complained that he deserved it.

Ye Qingyan nodded slightly.

I sighed in my heart, no wonder it smelled weird, it shouldn't be poisonous.

"As long as it tastes good, I'd better drink some wine in the future, especially when there's no one around. Getting drunk is very dangerous..."

Ye Qingyan put down Wan and listened to He Shuwan's chatter.

But I didn't feel bored, but listened patiently.

Pei Hengfeng and Pei Jinyu saw a smile appearing in their eyes when Ye Qingyan listened patiently to He Shuwan's speech.

At least she's not rejecting it, which means there's still a chance.

He Shuwan talked for a while before Ye Lanyao came back.

Seeing that the hall was very lively, I said hello to them.

"Have you not rested yet?"

"Yao Yao, you are back. Have you drank? There is still hangover soup in the pot."

Ye Lanyao looked at Ye Qingyan and found that she was very repulsive when she heard the word sobering soup, and she immediately understood what it meant.

"Auntie, don't bother me. I didn't drink. I just sent Song Qingshi back. I guess the smell of alcohol on my body hasn't dissipated yet."

"That's good. I was just educating Yanyan about the dangers of drinking."

Ye Lanyao looked at Ye Qingyan, whose eyes were filled with lovelessness, and she couldn't help but smile.

"It really should be popularized. Yanyan's drinking capacity is not very good."

Ye Qingyan glared at her, "Sister, my drinking capacity is still very good, please don't slander me."

"You have the nerve to say that you have a good drinking capacity. You have forgotten about your drinking before."

Ye Qingyan touched her nose.

My memory after being drunk is very fuzzy, but I roughly know what stupid things I did.

Once when he was drunk, he dug a hole and couldn't get out of it. He said that he was a camellia demon and he had to stay in the soil to survive.

When her sister pulled her up, she cried and shouted not to, saying she would die.

That memory is my own dark history, and I don’t want to recall it at all.

Fortunately, he didn't do anything outrageous in front of Jiang Yanjing when he was drunk last time, otherwise he wouldn't know how to face him.

He Shuwan suggested: "It seems that Yan Yan's drinking capacity is indeed not very good. I should try to drink less in the future."

Ye Qingyan nodded sharply, not daring to refute.

She was afraid that her sister would bring up old stories about her again, and she really didn't want to be too embarrassed.

Ye Qingyan returned to the room, washed up, and lay on the bed, thinking about her drinking capacity.

I was drunk after drinking half a glass of red wine before, but today I feel dizzy after taking two sips.

It seems that her drinking capacity is really not good. She clearly remembers that she could drink two bottles of beer when she was doing skewers in the past.

Well, beer and wine are different.

Ye Qingyan thought again of the girl he met today and the one named Dong Tingzhang.

They are all looking forward to her return to the stage.

She thought no one would remember her, and she no longer needed to log in to that account.

I almost can't remember what my password is, and it's really hard to accept the sudden disappearance.

Ye Qingyan took out her mobile phone and logged in to the account.

The previous mobile phone disappeared, so she applied for a new card. Fortunately, she did not use a mobile phone number when registering, otherwise the account would be gone.

After logging in, the interface stuck for a long time and many messages popped up.

Ye Qingyan waited for half an hour before the interface stabilized.

She clicked on a random message.

Qingyan, when will you come back? I miss your piano sound so much. I have listened to it so many times that I can hum it. When can I wait for your new song?

Ye Qingyan's fingertips paused slightly before continuing to click on the next item.

It’s the fifty-first day since I lost the news. I feel very uncomfortable, as if I’ve lost my spiritual support. Fortunately, you have composed many songs, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to hold on anymore. I suffer from severe insomnia. Only when I hear the sound of your piano can I Asleep, can I still wait for you?

Can I come back? If I don’t come back, I will climb the wall. I will never chase stars in my life, but I will go to watch your games on time. Can I see you in the Youth Championship next year?

Wuwuwu, sister Qingyan, when will you show up? Did something happen to you? Can you please pay attention to me?

……

Ye Qingyan read many private messages, some scolding her, but most of them were looking forward to her coming back, and countless thoughts spilled out of the words.

Her eyes were already wet, and she couldn't even read the words clearly.

Ye Qingyan hugged her legs with both hands and huddled in a ball, trying not to cry.

I used to want to use this to walk further and stand higher.

But later on, it was more about love and not wanting to disappoint those who supported me.

She didn't do it, she didn't deserve the love of so many people, and she failed to live up to everyone's enthusiasm.

Ye Qingyan opened the posting function and typed this text.

Thank you everyone for your support. I have disappointed everyone. I need some time to settle. I think I will come back one day and continue to fulfill my dreams.

As soon as the post came out, there were hundreds of comments.

Some are abusive, some are understanding, some are angry, in short there are all kinds of voices.

But Ye Qingyan doesn't care about other people's insults, she only cares about those who support her.

After reading many comments, Ye Qingyan leaned on the bed and didn't react for a long time.

She knew that no matter how many assumptions she made, they were just assumptions and the reality could not be changed.

Pei Jinyu saw Ye Qingyan's post for the first time, but he didn't like it or make any comments. He just looked at the text quietly.

He knew why she didn't continue to pick up the piano. It was more out of helplessness.

She knew that her fate was rough, that something might happen to her at any time, and that she had to be careful just to stay alive.

How could she calm down and pursue her dreams?

She is not a fearful person, but she is afraid that something will happen to the people around her.

So she has to change her destiny and change everything so that she can have more energy to do what she wants to do.

He lived two lives, and in each life he saw her heading towards her destiny. He could do nothing but watch quietly.

Even if he is reborn, he cannot change many things.

I can only do things according to the master's instructions. I don't dare to make a wrong step for fear that my lovely sister will lose her life.

In his last life, he knew the news of her death a year later, and he wanted to kill Jiang Yanjing.

At that time, the master stood up and stopped him, saying that Jiang Yanjing was the key to rebirth.

Only Jiang Yanjing can avert her fate.

It was clear that Jiang Yanjing was the murderer who killed her, but the master said that he was the one who averted her fate.

Everything in this world is really ridiculous.