The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Chapter 194 The Studio That Night

Pei Zigui rolled his eyes and laughed a low laugh from the depths of his throat: "If you don't even know this, then am I being a derelict in my duty as a husband? Hmm? Teacher Jiang?"

A low laugh spread in the quiet hotel corridor. Hearing his seductive voice deliberately calling her "great painter" and "Teacher Jiang", Jiang Ruoli's ears suddenly turned red, and the skin behind her ears was also stained with pink paint.

The pink lips moved, no longer showing the fierce look in front of Qin Yushan, and the voice became soft.

"Don't call me that..."

She pulled the man's sleeve and walked towards the exit, with a curiosity like that of a young animal hidden in her clear eyes: "How did you know that I am Zhili?"

Pei Zigui curled his lips, his eyes and brows showing a hint of tenderness, and suddenly, he chuckled helplessly.

"Ms. Jiang Ruoli, you are well-educated and well-mannered. Have you forgotten that you like to draw your own logo next to each of your works?"

A floral pattern.

"The table in my studio at home was piled with your random drawings. I saw them when I was cleaning up that night."

Jiang Ruoli blurted out: "Which night?"

When will it be Pei Zigui's turn to clean up the studio himself?

A pleasant bass sounded in my ears, and the slightly rising tail tone made me smile: "Have you forgotten the night when Teacher Jiang painted for me?"

Jiang Ruoli only felt a heat rushing to his cheeks, and his whole body felt as if it was scalded by the air for no reason, feeling numb and tingling.

The absurd scene in the studio that night floated before my eyes and penetrated into my mind, lingering.

No wonder when she entered the studio again later, the floor was clean, as if it had been cleaned again, and even the sofa had been replaced.

The shy old friend bit his lip, his eyes fluttering and looking away: "What are you saying? I don't understand."

Jiang Ruoli ran very fast in her high heels. The confused doorman pushed open the door, and the little fox jumped out of the hotel.

Pei Zigui caught up with her with a smile, pulled her in front of him, and turned around to block the biting cold wind for her.

"You really don't understand? Do you need me to help you recall it tonight?"

When no one was watching, he lowered his head, and shook the woman's red and fiery ear gently in a vicious manner, then quickly let go.

The voice was so low that it was barely audible: "After all, the sketch drawn by Teacher Jiang is still locked in the second drawer on the right side of my desk."

Jiang Ruoli glared at him fiercely and gave him a resentful look: "If you tease me again, I won't go home tonight."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was wrong."

Pei Zigui hurriedly hugged the person into his arms and said in a slow voice, "How can you not go home? I just took so many photos and I'm still waiting for you to come home, Mrs. Pei."

The cards that were swiped just now were all Pei Zigui's cards.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ruoli's mood improved again. On top of that, he confronted the green tea girl in person and made her run away in anger. He was so happy.

"Well, if you give me another serving of delicious butterfly cakes now, I will consider kissing you."

"Ma'am, the butterfly cakes are here! Freshly baked butterfly cakes!"

In the blink of an eye, Assistant Mott ran out from the bakery on the right side of the hotel with several small bags in his hands.

When he got closer, Jiang Ruoli saw that there were five bags on Mott's Assistant, including butterfly cookies, fortune rolls, and a king cake.

My teeth hurt just looking at it.

"Assistant Mote, I can't seem to eat so much."

Not sure if it was an illusion, Assistant Mote hid the bag in his hand. He took out a bag of butterfly cakes and said faintly, "Madam, this is your butterfly cake. It's still warm."

Jiang Ruoli even pointed at the bag hidden behind Motte's back. She saw it and found that there were things inside that she had never seen before.

"What are you carrying here?"

Assistant Mott's heart was filled with alarm bells, and he stammered, "Since the pastry chef made new ones, I used the back door to let him keep two more pieces."

"I've clearly never seen that smell of yours."

The one Jiang Ruoli eats most often is the original butter and milk flavor, and the one in the bag seems to have two colors.

Assistant Mo retracted his arm and said something else: "It's very cold. Madam, please get in the car first, don't get cold."

He looked at Pei Zigui for help and said, "Mr. President, please say a few words."

Pei Zigui's eyes moved slightly, and he said coldly: "Get in the car first."

Without saying a word, the man carried Jiang Ruoli into his coat, held her slightly cold little hand in his palm, and hugged her into the car.

As soon as he got in the car, before Assistant Mo had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the big boss say faintly: "Bring over the butterfly cakes you just bought."

"Boss Pei, it's already in Madam's hands."

Do you want to see the woman sitting next to you, who is wearing a haute couture dress and eating happily?

Jiang Ruoli nodded and responded without thinking, "I'm already eating, do you want a bite?"

The car was filled with the aroma of butter and milk. In the past, this was something that Assistant Mott would never have dared to imagine.

"I mean the ones you hid."

"!!!"

Oh no, oh my god!

Under pressure from authority, Mott reluctantly handed over the bags of desserts that he had hidden his head in.

You won't know until you see it, and you'll be shocked when you see it! In addition to the king cake and fortune biscuits that Jiang Ruoli is familiar with, Mote Assistant actually secretly hid a flavor that she didn't know! She said that it looked unfamiliar just now.

"Good for you, Mr. Mote, you actually eat alone."

Jiang Ruoli wrinkled his nose angrily, licked the residue at the corner of his mouth, and asked: "What does this taste like? Chocolate?"

Assistant Mott answered honestly, "The chef of the bakery has just come up with a new flavor of butterfly puff pastry, a combination of caramel and chocolate, with hazelnuts sprinkled on top."

!!!

The remaining half of the original butter puff pastry in my hand became tasteless.

"Ma'am, I really didn't eat it secretly. I originally thought that since the hotel bakery had prepared a special meal for me, I would just take two away. Who knew that the head chef would enthusiastically recommend a new flavor for me to try.

I said there are several people in the family, and my wife will definitely like it. But he only had one left, and he refused to bake it again, saying that you only like the original flavor. In the end..."

At the end, Assistant Mo even pretended to be pitiful: "Actually, I haven't had dinner since I got off work today..."

(The meal at the hotel buffet during the auction, which was paid for by the company, does not count.)

Jiang Ruoli wasn't really angry. She rewrapped the remaining butterfly cakes in her hand and threw them into Pei Zigui's arms. She sighed:

"Then remember to buy me one next time."

Mott stepped on the accelerator and passed the green light, his tone was much more relaxed: "Of course, of course!!!"

The matter would have ended here, but unexpectedly Pei Zigui's serious voice came from the back seat: "1000 yuan, sell that to me."

Mott slammed on the brakes and stopped at a red light.

"Okay, Mr. Pei, Alipay or WeChat?"

What are butterfly cakes? Can you eat them?

Money tastes better.

After getting the butterfly cake worth 1000 yuan, Jiang Ruoli put it in his mouth and found it tasted even better.

She lowered her head to taste the double-mixed butterfly cakes when she heard Pei Zigui ask in her ear: "Can I have someone send your dress for the annual meeting to your home tomorrow?"

Oh, yes, I almost forgot, Pei’s company annual meeting will be held in two days.

She nodded and said coquettishly, "Okay, let them come over in the afternoon. I want to sleep in the morning."

"Okay." Pei Zigui took away the half-eaten butterfly cake of the little girl and reminded her softly: "Eat less, or you will cry and ask for sugar control at night."

"...Stop minding your own business with beautiful women!"

The car drove very steadily. Jiang Ruoli soon became sleepy. He leaned on the man's shoulder and heard Assistant Mote say respectfully:

"Boss Pei, the invitations to the annual meeting have been sent to all the partner companies."

The man responded in a low voice, as if he was afraid of waking the person on his shoulder.

"Invite the media to this annual meeting as well."

Cooperating companies and the media, it seems that many people will come to Pei’s annual meeting this time.