"Does anyone believe the murderer's words?"

Although Shen Yanru didn't directly tell him the solution, Ye Wanwan was enlightened.

Ye Wanwan's face was filled with joy, and her apples were slightly flushed: "Yanru, what do you mean..."

"That's right." Shen Yanru nodded, knowing that Ye Wanwan understood the meaning of her words: "If Ye Qiaofei's murder case is brought to light, I believe no netizen will believe Ye Qiaofei's words."

That's a murderer. Who would believe a murderer's words?

"That's great!" Ye Wanwan was filled with joy. She hugged Shen Yanru and said, "Yanru, thank you. I don't know what I would do without you?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yanru felt even more sorry for Ye Wanwan, who had been bullied by her unruly and willful sister.

Ye Wanwan acted quickly and used an anonymous trumpet to post Ye Qiaofei's case on the Internet.

In order to turn the situation around, Ye Wanwan bought a troll and made her posts hot searches.

Seeing that netizens who were still feeling sorry for Ye Qiaofei just now began to abuse Ye Qiaofei overwhelmingly, Ye Wanwan showed a proud smile.

Humph, Ye Qiaofei is not qualified to fight with her!

Ye Qiaofei didn't know that he was on another hot search.

She received an order and prepared to make a draft according to the request of the funder.

"Knock knock knock——"

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Uncle Zhang's voice: "Young madam, it's time to eat."

"Okay." Ye Qiaofei responded and continued to write a draft.

The sponsor's request was very unique, asking her to design a white moonlight-type skirt.

When most people think of Bai Yueguang, their first reaction is that it is clean and holy.

There are not many skirts that can meet this condition. A white skirt can indicate "holiness".

Ye Qiaofei had a headache, but when he saw the six-zero deposit, he just threw away his worries and swallowed them.

Ye Qiaofei put away the drawings for the time being and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.

Maybe it can inspire her while eating.

When Ye Qiaofei came to the dining room, Fu Beimo and Mr. Fu were already sitting on their seats.

"Girl Qiao is coming downstairs." Mr. Fu waved to Ye Qiaofei: "Come, sit next to grandpa."

Ye Qiaofei sat down next to Mr. Fu obediently. Seeing that the dining table was empty, Ye Qiaofei frowned slightly: "Is there no one cooking?"

Is it possible that she needs to show her hand?

"Yes, waiting for you." Fu Beimo explained calmly.

Ye Qiaofei was thoughtful after hearing this.

Mr. Fu clapped his hands, and Uncle Zhang cooperated with a new maid to bring the food to the table.

When seeing these dishes, Ye Qiaofei's face became complicated.

Leeks, bullwhip, soft-shell turtles, yams...these vegetables are either aphrodisiacs or nourishing yin.

Mr. Fu's thoughts are clearly revealed.

Fu Beimo also noticed something was wrong with these dishes, and he silently put down the chopsticks he had just picked up.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Fu pretended not to understand the expressions of the two of them: "These dishes are not to your liking?"

Ye Qiaofei and Fu Beimo remained silent in perfect agreement, neither of them answered Mr. Fu's question.

"I'm not very hungry either." Fu Beimo wanted to leave with an excuse to deal with work matters.

Hearing another meaning in Fu Beimo's words, Ye Qiaofei was about to agree and leave together, but was stopped by Mr. Fu's words.

"Eat the food and then get back to work." Mr. Fu's tone was unquestionable, and his expression lost its gentleness and became majestic: "Don't think I don't know that you guys have been sleeping in separate rooms these past few days!"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Beimo was calm. He knew that this matter could not be hidden from Mr. Fu: "I need to deal with the company's affairs, and I am afraid that it will affect Qiao Fei's rest, so I sleep in a separate room."

Mr. Fu didn't believe a word of this explanation: "Then you will handle official business during the day and sleep with Girl Qiao at night."

As soon as he said this, the smile on Ye Qiaofei's lips, who had originally wanted to watch a good show, froze.

"It's fine for me to sleep alone. Mr. Fu doesn't have to change his working style specifically for me."

Ye Qiaofei tried to make Mr. Fu "take back his life".

It's a pity that Mr. Fu has already made up his mind: "No need to persuade, just do as I say."

Before the two of them could answer, Mr. Fu said again: "Okay, let's eat."

Fu Beimo felt something was inappropriate. He was about to say something more when Mr. Fu suddenly coughed: "Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

After coughing, Mr. Fu's face turned ugly.

Even if Fu Beimo wanted to refuse, it would be inappropriate to mention it at this time.

He couldn't risk Mr. Fu's life.

"I promise you." Fu Beimo looked at Uncle Zhang: "Take the things in the young lady's room and move them to my room."

Ye Qiaofei looked at Fu Beimo fiercely, why did he agree?

Seeing that Fu Beimo agreed, Mr. Fu stopped coughing immediately: "That's right."

Fu Beimo pursed his lips. He had long seen that Mr. Fu was pretending, but he didn't dare to gamble.

After the meal, the two of them entered the room together.

Ye Qiaofei pursed his red lips, feeling a little at a loss.

She glanced at Fu Beimo and then at the huge double bed.

Is it true that we can only compromise here for one night?

"Wait later, when grandpa is asleep, I will cover you back to the room." Fu Beimo said to Ye Qiaofei behind him.

Ye Qiaofei nodded his chin and agreed with Fu Beimo's suggestion.

But the next second, she heard the sound of the key being locked.

"Click!"

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and it just fell into the ears of Fu Beimo and Ye Qiaofei.

The two of them were silent. Ye Qiaofei came to the door of the room, stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob.

Sure enough, as she thought, the door handle was locked from the outside and could not be turned at all.

Ye Qiaofei's pretty face suddenly turned cold. She was locked in Fu Beimo's room.

It is conceivable that Mr. Fu did it.

Fu Beimo walked to Ye Qiaofei: "Can't open it?"

"Yes." Ye Qiaofei replied.

Hearing this, Fu Beimo's eyes darkened.

The culprit was waiting at the door of the room with Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang had some uneasy conscience: "Master, is it really okay for us to do this?"

Normal people can see that there is no affection between Fu Beimo and Ye Qiaofei. Isn't Mr. Fu trying to force someone into trouble?

"What's wrong with this? You don't understand." Mr. Fu said mysteriously in Uncle Zhang's ear: "You see, Xiao Mo and Girl Qiao don't have any feelings for each other. I'm helping them cultivate it."

Tonight's meal was specially ordered by him, and he also added some gadgets to it.

As long as there are no problems with his grandson, and a man and a woman live together in the same room, the relationship between them will definitely heat up after tonight.

Although Uncle Zhang didn't understand, seeing Mr. Fu's confident look, Uncle Zhang still took back his unsaid words.
Chapter completed!