Is the cold beauty refusing to marry the wealthy prince today?

After eating supper and going upstairs, Pei Juan went to bed first, but Bai Ling didn't. Bai Ling is full of energy and not sleepy at all.

Pei Juan looked at Bai Ling with sleepiness on his face, "Why don't you come to sleep, my wife?"

Even when Bai Ling walked to the dressing table and turned on the small light, "I'm not sleepy yet, go to sleep first."

On the dressing table are the materials sent by Bai Yunwei in the evening.

At this moment, she looked through it all night, and it was full of content, and some places were still handwritten notes. She read it very carefully, and a smile gradually spread on her lips.

Pei Juan suddenly felt a little regretful that he had put the document there today. It's really worrying that someone is robbing him of his wife now.

Pei Juan had no choice but to get out of bed and wrap his arms around Bai Ling's waist, leaning his head on her shoulder, rubbing his face against Bai Ling's.

"Aren't you worried that I can't sleep without you?"

The two of them have always slept together, and now suddenly there is one less person, he is really not used to it, and when he sleeps, his heart is empty, and he can't sleep well.

"You fall asleep first, and I'll come later, okay? And I've had enough sleep just now, and now I really can't fall asleep." Bai Lingrou lowered her voice and said to him.

But it is a pity that the museum has always answered no.

When Bai Ling received this call, she was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the other party made a special call to ask what should be done about this painting.

But this painting is so beautiful, it will definitely be snapped up by many people. If I have money, I will definitely buy this painting.

"It's not raining outside today, let's go back, I'm going to start thinking about the game."

When the phone was connected, Yang Xingli's young master lost his temper, basking in the sun and blowing the sea breeze, he slowly said: "Leave the things in your hand to the young master, no matter how much the other party says, I will Give double."

I was thinking about it, but who knew that the phone rang again.

When she got up, she saw that Bai Ling was still sitting in front of the dressing table, she had already read the last page of the information, and she was still gesturing with her hands, as if she was simulating hair embroidery.

She was excited to read the content here, and it took one night to read it.

Just as the curator was thinking this way, the call came directly. Seeing this familiar call, the curator had a bad premonition.

It is not a fixed number to call to pick it up, but it is a fixed number to pull it away.

"Just do what you want, without any scruples." In other words, just follow the rules.

"I finally saw through my mother's embroidery method. Combined with the materials sent by Bai Yunwei, I finally figured out what's going on." She watched and compared all the way and finally understood what's going on.

Pei Juan originally wanted to be angry, but seeing the excited look of the girl now, he couldn't say anything to blame her.

"Okay, then I wish you a happy new year." The program team contacted the museum after getting the answer.

When Pei Juan woke up in the morning, he habitually touched the people around him, but there was only the cold blanket waiting for him.

Hearing the familiar and arrogant voice, the curator finally remembered who this person was, the young master of the Yang family, the one who won the painting competition with the tired master last time.

Because the New Year's Ceremony program is currently attracting the attention of people all over the country, even if it is the Spring Festival, the staff dare not rest and are working overtime. Everyone saw that Qingyue's entries last time were a little tricky, and they didn't know what to do.

Bai Ling was so lost in sight that she didn't even remember the time. Now she looked out the window, only to realize that it was already dawn.

"Ah Juan, come and see." She beckoned Pei Juan to come over.

The museum also watched the program early, knowing how brilliant "Winter Night" is this time, and long ago wished to go and pick up the work in person, but I don't know if there are other arrangements there.

"Don't take her away, just tell her the address and let her come to me tomorrow."

During this period of time, the museum's phone calls were buzzing because everyone was asking if Qingyue's work had arrived in the museum, and everyone was looking forward to seeing it with their own eyes.

Bai Ling originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about her own situation, she unconsciously touched her stomach with her hand, and also thought of Bai Yunwei who stayed up late last night to practice embroidery.

A few black lines were drawn across Pei Juan's head, and his face was also ugly. He said with a dark face, "You must have been here all night, right?"

According to the rules of the program, the works participating in the program should be placed in the museum for everyone to watch, but the situation is different now. This painting is really beautiful, and the cost price is definitely not cheap, so everyone does not know How to deal with it, so I called Kiyoshi.

In a lazy tone: "I'll give you two days to deliver it to the young master."

The phone was hung up, and the curator looked at the works in the back cargo box with a bit of distress.

"I am Fang Qingyan, Pei Zhiyun's wife, and I want Qingyue's "Winter Night"."

In one go, not too fast.

Can there be any special arrangements?
Yang Xingli slandered in his heart, but he didn't say it out.

Then point your finger at the pictures and content that Pei Juan can't understand.

But she still happily shared it with Pei Juan.

This time Qingyue's painting must be obtained by him, and it can be kept as a family heirloom in the future.

"I know, don't worry." Bai Ling kissed Pei Juan's face before giving up.

Embroidery will officially start tomorrow, and this time I have to make a good work.

"Okay, then pack up, I'll go and talk to them, do you want to take Bai Yunwei away?"

Bai Ling has just seen through all the fog, and now is the time of excitement and can't stop at all.

I don't know who will end up with this painting.

After so many days, the event party finally called to pick up the works. The people from the museum arrived as quickly as possible, picked up the goods, and took them away.

The curator was sitting on the truck, this time he went to pull the goods himself, and his heart was sweet.

He didn't expect that he would go to someone else's house so soon, and he didn't even have time to appreciate it.

How could she be so cute, so cute that I couldn't bear to say a serious word.

"Okay, then you can go to sleep after watching it for a while, don't watch it for too long."

"Hello, this is the Shangjing Museum."

After Pei Juan went back, Bailing turned her attention to the documents again.

"Yes, yes, if there is no special arrangement, I will definitely leave this painting to Young Master Yang."

"Fang... Ms. Fang?" The curator never expected that someone like Fang Qingyan would actually call him in person, what's wrong with this!

Sure enough, as he thought, these upper-class people have sharp eyes.

There are already piles of people who have not brought "Winter Night" to the museum and called to ask for it.

However, judging from the current situation, Mrs. Fang should be the last one, and finally "Winter Night" should fall into Ms. Fang's hands.

"Yes, yes, I will send it to my wife."