Bai Ling got in the car, raised the temperature twice, and followed the address on the map.

What Bai Ling didn't know was that Pei Juan had a habit of waking up as soon as he stopped the car if he slept in the car. So when Bai Ling stopped the car and looked at his face struggling, he had already woken up.

He just felt a line of sight lingering on him, wanting to see what Bai Ling was going to do.

Although the process was a bit disappointing, Bai Ling's every move was filled with tenderness in his bones.

His wife was indeed very kind to him, and she couldn't bear to wake him up even when he was sleeping.

Half an hour later, Bai Ling's car arrived at the door of Pei's house. She did not drive in, but kept some distance away, without attracting the attention of Pei's family. She looked at the time on her watch, her patience was changing.

Disappear bit by bit.

But seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, she couldn't bear to wake him up, so she took out the things she just bought from the trunk and started organizing them bit by bit.

She split the newly bought embroidery thread into quarters, eighths, and sixteenths, and placed them separately so that she could use them when she returned.

The first thing Pei Juan saw when he opened his eyes was Bai Ling lowering his head and concentrating on playing with the thread on his hand.

The hairpin on the woman's head was a little loose, and the hair on her temples hung slightly on both sides. The sun's rays hit Bai Ling's face, covering her whole body with a layer of haze. She was so beautiful that she looked so soft and unreal.

His hands were busy, and the emerald green bracelet slid playfully on his slender wrist.

Her movements are quite skillful and her hand speed is very fast, fast and accurate without making any mistakes.

"Get off the car when you wake up." Bai Ling said without raising his head and continued to do his own thing.

"How do you know I'm awake?" Pei Juan asked curiously. She hadn't moved at all since she woke up. She knew it without even looking at herself.

Bai Ling didn't answer. The sleeping person's breathing was even, but his breathing just now was obviously a little more disordered, which meant that the person had woken up.

"Thank you for taking me home, do you want to come in with me?" Pei Juan asked seductively, "My cat can do backflips, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Bai Ling stopped moving her hands, turned her head to look at the man next to her, with a hint of anger in her frosty eyes, and slapped the steering wheel.

Pei Juan immediately became honest, opened the car door, yawned and said goodbye to her, "I'm going back. Thank you Ling'er for sending me back. I will pick you up on time tomorrow. Just wait for me at home."

Bai Ling started the car quickly, and the body of the car was like a rocket. It was out after just a few seconds, so fast that Pei Juan could only see a distant tail light when he raised his head.

He clicked his tongue lightly. The little girl was thin-skinned and would get angry whenever she spoke. With this temper, no man besides himself could stand her.

After returning to Bai's house and parking the car, Bai Ling just climbed up the stairs and suddenly remembered something. She opened the mailbox at the door and took a look at the mailbox, but there was nothing in it.

So the fashion dinner really didn’t send an invitation to myself?

Bai Ling went in suspiciously.

In Qinghuang's office, Bai Yunwei held an invitation letter in his hand. He looked at the two large gilded characters on it and pinched it with his fingernails.

The fashion dinner was really eventful. I already said there was no need for invitations, but I still had to send them to Bai Ling. Fortunately, I was cautious and checked the mailbox when I went out. Otherwise, this letter would really fall into Bai Ling's hands.

Inside.

The fashionable dinner party is the one that gathers the most children from famous families. At that time, all the enthusiastic people at the scene thought that Bai Ling was the only one who was not there to see if she would become the target of public criticism.

At that time, everyone would say that Bai Ling was just an uneducated country woman.

Thinking of this, Bai Yun loosened his grip slightly and looked happy.

She glanced at the invitation contemptuously and threw it into the trash can.

The design she gave to Mrs. Pei last time was modified after she read Liang Tingxue's work. However, it was outclassed by Bai Ling. She was unwilling to accept it and had to regain her face.

She took out the key and opened the bottom drawer of the desk. There was a safe in the drawer. She entered the password to open it. Finally, there was a small brocade box. She took out the key from her safe and finally opened the small brocade box.

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What is inside the brocade box is Liang Tingxue's work from that year, which is a picture of chrysanthemums.

In particular, one of the chrysanthemums is vividly embroidered with fine stitches and soft and comfortable colors. The small chrysanthemums next to it complement each other even more, making the king of chrysanthemums quite domineering.

Although there is some reluctance, as the saying goes, if you don't let go, your child will not catch the wolf.

If this painting can gain Mrs. Pei's liking, it will be considered worth the money.

"Boss, the design department's new work has come out. When are you free to go take a look?" As soon as assistant Xiao Sun brought the documents to Bai Yunwei, he saw Bai Yunwei taking the car keys and leaving.

"Boss, are you going out?"

"Well, you put the design drawings on the table first, and I'll look at them when I get back." Bai Yun Weihui went out in a hurry.

Xiao Sun wanted to say something more, but Bai Yunwei disappeared. Tomorrow is the fashion dinner, and the boss ran away at this time. What is this?

When Bai Yunwei arrived at Pei's house, Mrs. Pei was watching TV on the sofa. There were tea sets and various pastries on the table. It looked like she was trying something?

When the housekeeper said that Bai Yunwei came to visit, Mrs. Pei put down the spoon in her hand, crossed her upper legs, leaned back, and didn't know what she was thinking of in her dark eyes.

"Let her in."

What Fang Qingyan thought of was Mrs. Shang Fang Ning's words. Bai Yunwei didn't know what he was planning. He had to be more careful.

Just as she was thinking this, Bai Yunwei was already in front of her.

"I'm sorry for Mrs. Pei's presumptuous visit, but I remembered a previous work. I think only Mrs. Pei is worthy of this work, so I came here to give it to you, Mrs. Pei."

Bai Yunwei didn't do any ink. After finishing speaking, he opened the brocade box in his hand and unfolded the picture.

Mrs. Pei's originally unfocused gaze was immediately attracted by this embroidery, and she couldn't even move her eyes away. Every stitch and every thread was full of ancient charm.

The colors in my eyes are not soft, and when I hold it in my hand, I use fine silk for Sichuan embroidery.

What's more important is that this chrysanthemum is not an ordinary golden chrysanthemum, but a purple-red snowdrop red plum.

Snow Pearl Red Plum is a rare and famous chrysanthemum. The petals are many and slender, messy or drooping. It is the most difficult to embroider. However, this painting is done just right. It can be seen that a lot of effort has been put into it.

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Moreover, this silk is quite old, so it may have been a finished product that has been embroidered for many years.

And the most eye-catching one is a large chrysanthemum with a deep red color, with a circle of gold spreading out from the center of the stamen, only on the top of the petals, which is not shocking.

When your fingers touch the needlework on the silk, the touch is not harsh at all, but rather so gentle.
Chapter completed!