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

Chapter 65 Pei Juan, Thick-Skinned
"What do you mean I'm the same as before?" Bai Ling stared at him intently with starry eyes.

"You didn't give me a good face before, and it's the same now." Pei Juan didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

His sister-in-law has been so unapproachable since she was a child, but so what, she will fall into his arms in the end.

Bai Ling ignored him and continued to look through the album. She found that the album contained photos of Pei Juan from childhood to adulthood.

Maybe it's because Pei Juan doesn't like taking pictures.

Therefore, the children in the photos all had a straight face, and none of them had a smiling face.

It's a little different from Pei Juan now.

Pei Juan now...

Bai Ling glanced at Pei Juan's noble and attractive appearance now, Pei Juan noticed Bai Ling's gaze, his black pupils looked back at her, there was a little smile in his eyes, and there was a sense of seduction.

She thought about it, and finally only thought of one word.

Thick skinned.

Before leaving, Mrs. Pei actually gave the painting to Bai Ling, and even sent it to the door herself, which is enough to show how much she attaches importance to Bai Ling.

When Bai Ling took it home, the painting was wrapped up, so no one could see what she was taking, but everyone knew that she brought something back.

"Little sister is back, what are you holding? Do you need my help?" Bai Zhan asked.

"The gift from Mrs. Pei is not heavy, I can do it myself." Bailing hurried upstairs with the embroidery in her arms.

The first thing she did when she returned to the room was to close and lock the door, and then she lifted the black cloth cover.

The embroidery wrapped underneath is exposed.

Treasures, snowdrops and red plums.

Bai Ling took off the outer frame in two or three strokes, and touched the embroidered pattern little by little with her light white fingers, feeling the stitches and threads on it, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. Trembling, closing his eyes to hide the waves in his eyes.

Sure enough, it was my mother's work, and I didn't admit my mistake at all.

This work was given to Mrs. Pei by Bai Yunwei, which proves that Bai Yunwei really still has his mother's work in his hands.

A sharp gleam flashed across Bai Ling's eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The national competition gave everyone five days to copy the master's paintings. Although Bai Yunwei chose Fan Kuan's "Snow Mountain and Xiao Temple Picture", some places have been blurred and the original outline cannot be seen, even if it is embroidered It's just a scrap.

If you want to win, you have to think of other ways.

It's just that Fan Kuan's "Snow Mountain and Xiao Temple Picture" is Grandpa's favorite painting now, if he knows that he has destroyed it, he will definitely be scolded.

She had to figure it out.

Bai Yun bit her lip slightly, thinking in her mind.

The best way is to shift the responsibility to Bai Ling.

But Bai Ling has always acted cautiously, and it is not so easy to get her tricked.

At night, Bai Yunwei cautiously appeared at the stairs with the painting in his arms, glanced at the few people over there, and was relieved to see that everyone's attention was on the TV.

She waved to Xiao Ling.

"Go and pour me a cup of tea, I want a good Biluochun." Bai Yun whispered.

"Yes, ma'am."

Xiaoling hurried to make tea, seeing that Xiaoling's tea was almost ready, Bai Yunwei went up to the living room to look for the Bai family with the painting in his arms.

Everyone was a little surprised to see Bai Yunwei appearing in the living room.

Bai Yunwei put the painting on the table, just as Xiaoling brought the tea, she took the tea at that time, stood in front of Bai Ling respectfully, nodding her head slightly.

"Grandma, please drink tea."

Bai Yunwei came here uninvited and still showed such respect, Bai Ling didn't need to think about it to know that there must be no good things.

What does she want to do?
Seeing that Bai Ling didn't take the tea, and everyone looked at him in surprise, Bai Yunwei hurriedly explained.

"What happened before was all my fault. This cup of tea should be regarded as an apology to my aunt. I hope that my aunt will not remember the villain's mistakes and not care about me as a junior." , without any disrespect.

Bai Zhan and Wen Shuya both found out that there was nothing wrong with it. The child's words were really unpleasant.

It is a good thing to know now that apologizing is also a good thing.

Bai Ling's beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and she raised her hand to finish the cup of tea. She couldn't pick a thorn in the end, and she wanted to see what Bai Yunwei was up to.

"I actually came here this time to ask my aunt to do me a small favor. The latest topic of the national competition is to copy a master's painting, so I finally chose this "Snow Mountain and Xiao Temple Picture" by Master Fan Kuan." .”

"I know this painting is my grandfather's favorite, and I want to give him a surprise, but because the structure of this painting is relatively complicated, I don't understand some things. I wonder if my aunt can remind me a little bit, so Shouldn't it be a violation?"

Bai Yun asked sincerely, looking very cute.

Yu Menghua blinked suspiciously, not understanding what Bai Yunwei was doing. According to what she knew about her daughter, she would not obediently admit defeat if she hated Bai Ling so much, how could she bow her head in front of Bai Ling.

"Brother, can you come over and help me unfold the painting?"

Suddenly being called by name, Bai Yan raised his head in bewilderment, but it was hard to refuse his sister's request, so he came to help.

When he just grabbed the painting, he suddenly limped, his body became unstable, and he fell backwards, falling into a group of teacups, and Bai Ling was also affected by the situation.

The painting was opened, and with Bai Yan's pull, the scroll on the other side flew directly in front of Bai Ling, knocking over the cup of tea in her hand, and the hot tea almost splashed on Bai Ling's face.

Bai Ling reacted quickly, tilted her head, and the tea was splashed on the sofa, still smoking white.

Bai Yan was also frightened, and hurriedly stood up, "Auntie, are you alright?"

"Did Aunt get burned?"

"Is little sister injured?"

Bai Ling's eyes sank slightly, "I'm fine."

She extended her hand to the slightly embarrassed Bai on the coffee table, "Aren't you hurt?"

Bai Yan just fell on the coffee table, but all the tea was spilled, and even the painting was soaked and ruined.

"Oh, this is Grandpa's favorite painting!" Bai Yun exclaimed slightly.

Seeing the painting soaked in the tea, Bai Zhan's face darkened bit by bit.

He picked up the painting and looked at it eagerly, only to find that the painting had been completely destroyed, and many places could not be seen clearly.

Looking at Bai Yunwei, Bai Ling's calm and gentle eyes gradually became meaningful, so this time she didn't come for herself, but Bai Yan?

(End of this chapter)