The poor little boy was targeted by the reborn paranoid CEO

Ye Qingyan returned to the room and sat by the window in a daze, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hide, exuding an aura of helplessness.

The phone rang, and when she saw the note, she realized it was her master, Mr. Yu, calling her.

"Master."

"Sorry, Yanyan, things in City A are a bit urgent. I have already left the manor and I didn't know that something like this happened to you. Do you need my help?"

"No, Master, I've already taken care of it."

"At that time, the person in charge of the manor refused to let me leave. He said that something happened in the manor. I didn't expect it to be you. If I had known, I would have stayed."

"Master, your matter is important. I have already taken care of it. I'm sorry for making you worry."

Someone seemed to be urging me on the other end of the phone. Mr. Yu said, "Yanyan, we're about to get on the plane. If you have any questions, call me. Don't bear everything yourself."

"I know, Master."

Mr. Yu said a few more words of caution before hanging up the phone.

After a while, Ye Lanyao came back, and Ye Qingyan looked up at her, "Sister."

"What are you thinking about?" Ye Lanyao walked over and sat next to her.

Following her gaze, she saw a branch of gorgeous wintersweet in bloom.

"want to go back home."

Ye Lanyao stroked the hair beside her ears, "Then let's go back tomorrow. We have been here for so many days and have been to all the fun places."

Ye Qingyan nodded slightly, but then thought of something again and asked.

"Didn't the Song and Qing Dynasty say that there might be a heavy snowfall in a few days, blocking the way down the mountain? Is it still possible to go out?"

Ye Lanyao frowned, "Didn't he say this on purpose to avoid causing confusion?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case. I looked at the latest weather forecast. There will be heavy snow, maybe tonight or at noon tomorrow. It's possible."

"If it doesn't snow tomorrow, how about we leave?"

"Okay, then I'll ask the person in charge if there is a car to take us down by then."

After Ye Lanyao left, Ye Qingyan looked at the wintersweet for a long time, and suddenly thought of something.

He took out his cell phone, took a photo of wintersweet, and sent it to Jiang Yanjing.

They added WeChat before, but rarely chatted. The last sentence was when she asked him if he wanted to settle money matters. Since then, they have never chatted again.

Attached is a text: Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I forgot what you said before. It's not snowing now, so I can only take a picture of wintersweet. I hope you like it.

Ye Qingyan put down her phone and continued to lean against the window and think about what just happened.

Duan Xuanyi must have provoked someone outside. That person knew that his sister had a relationship with him and was afraid of a relapse, so he wanted to get rid of his sister.

I just don't know what Duan Xuanyi will do if he knows this, but it doesn't matter, they don't believe him anymore.

She almost lost control in front of her sister again. Fortunately, her sister woke her up and prevented her second personality from coming out.

After all, there were other people at the scene. I don’t know who Song Qingshi was and from what angle he was helping them.

But there is no pie in the sky, and the price has been secretly marked at every step.

Ye Qingyan sat by the window for a long time, and when she picked up her phone again, she did not receive a reply from Jiang Yanjing.

She didn't think much about it. After all, his status was unusual. It was impossible for him to reply instantly every time she sent him a message.

After a while, Ye Lanyao came back with a sad face.

Ye Qingyan probably already knew the result. There must be no car to take them down the mountain.

I just don’t know if it’s really because of the weather or because of Song and Qing Dynasty’s orders.

After all, it was snowing in the Tianshan Mountains when they came, which did not affect the movement of vehicles.

The vehicles and roads here have been specially treated so that you will not be unable to travel due to the weather. Otherwise, this snow scene check-in point would have been closed long ago.

"Yanyan, the person in charge said that all the vehicles are broken down and may not be repaired until tomorrow. Some people who also want to go back have no choice but to wait."

"It's okay, let's just wait."

A dark color flashed in Ye Qingyan's eyes. She didn't believe this was a coincidence. It must have been an order from Song Qing. Why didn't they let them go?

If it was about the Duan family, he could point it out directly instead of using such a poor excuse.

Only children will believe it.

"Yanyan, could it be that Song Qingshi didn't let us leave? Didn't you say that he knew the owner of the manor? Did he give the order? Why did he do this? He was worried that Duan Xuanyi, his little lover, would kill us again. ?"

"I mentioned it to him before. He is willing to help us solve our dilemma, but I don't know how sincere or false he is."

Ye Qingyan's eyes dimmed, "Sister, since he said the day after tomorrow, let's wait a little longer."

"This is the only way to do it. Yan Yan, do you think he will do it for our sins against the powerful Duan family?"

"I don't know either, but apart from this method, I can't think of any better way. If it doesn't work, let's go abroad. There is nothing worth remembering here."

Ye Lanyao nodded in approval, "Okay, if it doesn't work, we will go abroad."

The next day, the two of them didn't go out to play. At most, they just walked around in the yard.

Ye Qingyan also heard some news. It was true that there was a problem with the vehicle, and there were people patrolling outside the warehouse. It seemed that someone was maliciously sabotaging it, and the murderer had not yet been found.

The person in charge of the manor is arranging staff for maintenance, so it will take a day.

Ye Qingyan has visited wintersweet many times. She really wanted to take one and leave, but she knew that the removed branches would not survive long.

I can only read more while I still have time.

She also picked up the wintersweet that fell on the ground, made it into a specimen, and put it in a book, exuding a faint floral fragrance.

In the evening, Ye Lanyao went out, and Ye Qingyan stayed alone in the room watching TV.

His eyes were slightly squinted, almost as if he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside. Ye Qingyan rubbed her eyes. She didn't know what everyone was doing out at night. It couldn't be setting off fireworks.

Ye Qingyan didn't want to go out, so she stood up and planned to find some headphones to put on.

But I heard someone saying it was snowing, and I blinked my eyes, it couldn't really be snowing.

Curiosity drove her to go out and saw a dense crowd in the distance.

There are also some young lovers hugging each other and making wishes to grow old during the day.

Ye Qingyan also strolled to the garden without knowing it. She didn't see anyone along the way. She probably didn't know about a better viewing spot.

She caught a snowflake with her hand. It was a flaky snowflake. She suddenly understood why it was called lucky snow.

Because the shape of the snowflakes looks like a heart, which is indeed very strange. No wonder so many couples come to see the snow here every year.

She took out her mobile phone and planned to take pictures, but found that she had forgotten to bring it with her in a hurry, so she turned around and planned to go back to get her mobile phone.

But he accidentally bumped into someone. Ye Qingyan's eyes filled with tears, it hurt.

She also knew that it was the reason why she suddenly walked back, so she covered her forehead and apologized, "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, I smelled a cool fragrance, as if I had smelled it somewhere before.

She raised her head slightly, and before she could see her face clearly, she heard a familiar voice.

"Does it hurt."

I finally saw that face clearly. It was impeccable, with a straight bridge of nose, deep eyes with a touch of tenderness, and clean facial lines.

With a somewhat worried look on his face, his slender fingers were gently rubbing Ye Qingyan's forehead.