Ye Ming sat in the living room and drank. A bottle of Lafite worth tens of thousands of dollars was like cold water to him, one cup after another. However, drinking did not relieve his inner distress. On the contrary, it made him more irritable.
On the way back, he had already decided to forget about Yang Yuxi, but it was one thing to make up his mind, and another to actually do it. Emotional matters were not something he could do whatever he wanted.
In the corner, several servants were busy working cautiously, not daring to take a breath for fear of making Ye Ming unhappy and causing disaster.
Snapped!
A crisp sound came out, and several servants trembled. They secretly looked at Ye Ming and saw him slamming his wine glass on the table. However, this time he did not continue to add wine, but got up and went upstairs.
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call!
As Ye Ming left, several servants let out a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed a little. They quietly gathered together and started talking in low voices.
"It's so scary. When the young master was in the living room just now, I felt that the air around me was freezing and it became difficult to breathe."
"Yes, I have never seen the young master so irritable. Even the last time he had an quarrel with Miss Yang, it was not as scary as this time."
"This time it must be because of Miss Yang. The only one who can affect the young master's mood is Miss Yang."
"I don't know what happened between the two of them to make the young master so upset. I hope they can reconcile quickly. The atmosphere here was cheerful when Miss Yang was here."
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Study room on the third floor.
Ye Ming came here again and sat in front of the unfinished sketch. This was the first time he sat here after returning from Vancouver. He had originally planned to keep it in his heart and seal it in the depths of his memory.
However, because of the unsatisfactory relationship between him and Yang Yuxi, he sat here again, and his heart became more and more eager to find her.
When things go wrong for many people, they can't help but place their hope in illusory images. Even those as powerful as Ye Ming are no exception.
Ye Ming sat in front of the drawing board, trying to calm down, trying to recall the scene when he met the person in the painting, trying to remember her appearance, but he had not remembered it for so many years, this image had long been blurred.
It was not easy to remember, but the image of Yang Yuxi kept reappearing in my mind. Her frown and smile were vivid, as if she were standing in front of her, which made her face become more and more gloomy.
Ye Ming shook his head vigorously, putting aside the image of Yang Yuxi, and forced himself to write, but his palms were stagnant and heavy, and he could not start at all. After a while, Ye Ming gave up dejectedly, put down the brush, and walked around in the study.
"No, this won't work. I have to do something." Ye Ming thought to himself, let alone forgetting Yang Yuxi, I'm afraid he will miss her even more.
After frowning and thinking for a while, Ye Ming's eyes lit up and he murmured: "Although I don't remember her appearance anymore, the scene when I met her is still vivid in my mind. I can completely draw that street in the East China Sea."
The city will build it, so maybe it can remember her or attract her to come here."
As soon as he thought about this, Ye Ming acted quickly, took out a piece of rice paper and laid it flat on the table. With a brush ready, he held a pencil and started drawing on the rice paper.
