When she couldn't find out, Yang Xingli, who was on vacation abroad, thought she was sure to win, and the director called him.

"I'm really sorry for Young Master Yang. This painting has been booked by Mrs. Pei."

"Who?!" Yang Xingli jumped up from the beach chair.

"It's Mrs. Pei."

Yang Xingli bit his back teeth, and after a long time, he put out four words.

"I see."

He irritated his brown hair that was blown by the sea breeze, and his small face was full of dryness.

Is it a coincidence that the person I snatched with was Master Juan this time, and this time I changed it to Mrs. Pei.

If Mrs. Pei herself would definitely not be able to win.

What should I do?

After hearing this, Mrs. Yang understood everything.

"Did you agree to that?" Mrs. Yang was slightly happy.

But she changed her voice, "But there is really a little help that needs your help."

Standing at the beach and stepping on the waves, Yang Xingli held his cell phone and said something to the phone.

Pei Zhiyun was fishing in the pond in the yard, and she was almost bored. However, Pei Zhiyun still found it very interesting. Fang Qingyan was bored and ate melon seeds, watching the recording of the national embroidery competition on the tablet.

Her son has always been spoiled by several brothers, and he can solve any problems himself.

"Butler Li, prepare for it, we are going to visit Mrs. Pei."

"Mom, I have something to ask you for help."

I always feel it seems a bit difficult for my mother.

Her daughter-in-law's works must be collected!

"Other people's works are easy to discuss, but they are not as clear as ever." Mrs. Pei insisted that she would not give up.

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she couldn't help laughing, "What's the matter that makes us Li Li so hesitant?"

Because after Mrs. Yang, his son was not the kind of child who was ungrateful and ignorant. He must have spoken to him after careful consideration, proving that he really liked that work. Since this is the case, as a mother, he naturally had to fight for his son.

When Mrs. Pei received Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang happened to walk to the door.

Mrs. Pei was ridiculous and crying, "I knew that there was nothing good about you when you came to the door on time, so tell me what happened."

Finally someone came to play with her, and she was almost moldy.

"What can I think about? I just miss you." Mrs. Yang said seriously.

"My son recently fell in love with a female blogger. That blogger usually embroidery or something. So, the blogger recently attended a program called "The New Year Ceremony".

...

"Come on, it's almost the same for you to frame others, but if you want to fool me, you'll choose the wrong person." Fang Qingyan glared at her with a angrily look, "Who doesn't know, just count the number of relatives in your Yang family. You can't finish walking from the first day of the lunar month to the tenth day of the lunar month. Can you see me if you have time?"

He really likes this painting, so he can't let his mother compete with Mrs. Pei, right?

No one knows his son than his mother. As soon as Yang Xingli spoke, she knew that the other party had only mentioned it after a long time of thinking.

"It's mine, right? Am I here to apologize to you?" Mrs. Yang smiled and pulled Mrs. Pei to reminisce about the past. As soon as the two sisters met, they seemed to have endless things to say.

Mrs. Yang's father was a famous scholar back then, so he gave Mrs. Yang such a poetic name.

When Fang Qingyan heard this, he immediately threw the melon seeds in his hand back.

On the other hand, Fang Qingyan looked proud, "Yes. But there are not many people who know about this matter at the moment, so don't say it out."

...

Mrs. Yang has a very nice name, her name is Jiang Wanning.

"Madam, Mrs. Yang is here to visit."

Her daughter-in-law looked so beautiful in the competition.

Mrs. Yang couldn't help laughing at Fang Qingyan's stubborn appearance, "You are really, aren't you afraid that your daughter-in-law will know that you are collecting other people's works?"

"Mom, I fell in love with someone, so I wanted to collect that person's works, but now I have a problem, and Mrs. Pei also likes that work very much, so..." Yang Xingli was a little difficult to speak.

My son likes her works very much and wants to collect them. Who knew that he called and asked, and you collected them. So, my son asked me to ask if you can give up your love?"

Mrs. Pei pulled Mrs. Yang down, "I thought it was such a big deal. It turned out that this is the case. If you were busy with a phone call, you still need to go this way?"

"Go and pick up people!"

She was really curious about what it was so difficult to ask for her to do something.

"So that's the case. Since Li Li has already thought about it, then mom will go and help you." Mrs. Yang did not ask anything else, nor did she say anything else, and she just happily told him that she was willing to help.

"What? You said Qingyue is..." Mrs. Yang stood up in surprise. His son did not mention this to him at all.

The smile on Mrs. Yang's face slowly disappeared, "Didn't you just say it's not easy for me to go there?"

That brat Yang Xingli is still very sensible, but she actually likes the same person.

Moreover, this work is so amazing that she has to get it no matter what.

Who knew that Fang Qingyan stretched out a finger and waved it, "I'm not afraid. I'll tell you quietly that Qingyue is Bai Ling, so... do you understand?"

"I think you just don't go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble."

After struggling for a whole afternoon, Yang Xingli decided to ask his mother for help.

"Thank you mom!" Yang Xingli was very happy.

Because he is a little sister he knows, Mrs. Pei doesn't have to deliberately take care of anything when she speaks.

"Ningning, you finally came to find me, but you haven't seen me for a long time."

Moreover, Mrs. Pei is a well-known embroidery enthusiast in the circle.

So she definitely won't give in, and she can't go to Bai Ling again.

However, the corner of Mrs. Pei's mouth sank a little, "Sorry, if it were someone else, I would have agreed, but I would not let Qingyue out the works."

Fang Qingyan knew what had happened when he heard it in the second half, but he didn't expect that there was such a coincidence.

Since the children left, Fang Qingyan felt that life was much boring.

Mrs. Yang walked out of the Pei family's door, got into her own car, and immediately called her son.

"Son, don't think about that painting, you can't buy it."

"Okay, I understand, thank you mom." Yang Xingli didn't expect that his mother would speak in person, and Mrs. Pei still refused to cede her.

Hearing his son's lost voice, Jiang Wanning tentatively asked: "Do you know who Qingyue's true identity is?"

"have no idea."

"That's Bai Ling, Fang Qingyan's daughter-in-law. Do you think she can give you love? That's still Pei Juan's daughter-in-law. Otherwise, let's change one's love, son?"
Chapter completed!