Li Qiyu was stunned for a moment, then picked up the pillow and found the letters LB. She looked at it as if it was a very simple embroidery. How did Bo Yeyuan take so long to embroider it?
The servant said that Bo Yeyuan's embroidery was damaged a lot and was as crooked as a centipede, and he was not satisfied.
This is the final product, it looks neat and beautiful.
Tears welled up in Li Qiyu's eyes. She thought it was done with a machine and was done in a few minutes. He had put a lot of thought into it. He paid attention to every small detail, but she couldn't see it.
"Is everything you said true?" she asked in a low voice.
"I lied to you and I won't get a salary increase... But the young master is in a bad mood, and we all suffer. So I really hope you go back. Although you were not nice to us servants when you were here, the young master is at least normal."
The man stuck out his tongue, "It makes us uncomfortable seeing him often abusing himself."
"Did he abuse himself?" Li Qiyu raised his head, his eyes red.
"When the young master feels uncomfortable, he locks himself in the gym and exercises vigorously. He stays in touch all day long without eating or drinking. He even strains his muscles and breaks his bones. Sometimes he competes with the bodyguards in martial arts and is beaten all over his body.
…”
Li Qiyu remembered that Bo Yeyuan did have many shallow scars on his body, but she never asked. She didn't expect that the origin of each scar was related to her.
"The young master really loves you...but you always make him sad. The doctor said he has mania, and the cause should be you. You are the only one who can influence the young master's mood." The servant kept chattering, "The doctor said
, there are only two ways to cure his condition, one is to stay away from the source of the poison to avoid being stimulated and aggravating the condition; the other is to use medicine for heart disease, the young master's good medicine is you."
Li Qiyu remembered that Bo Yeyuan said that he was sick, but she thought it was him who made it up and didn't care at all.
Is he seriously ill enough to need to see a psychiatrist? Although she said that he was sick and asked to see a psychiatrist, he replied that he had seen one... She thought it was just to make excuses, but who knew it was true.
"Miss Li, please don't tell the young master that I made you cry. But seeing you cry makes me relieved... at least you still have the young master in your heart."
Li Qiyu closed his eyes heavily, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and handed over a mobile phone.
"If you miss the young master, just call him."
Li Qiyu suddenly raised his head and saw the smile on the fat face of the servant, which was very warm.
"I see that you have been worried. You can ask directly. The young master dare not answer your call. Besides, the young master may have been waiting for your call." The servant packed up the rest of the dinner and said, "You leave.
That year, the young master clutched his cell phone and waited every day for fear of missing your call."
Every time the phone rings, Bo Yeyuan is more active than anyone else. No matter what he is doing, he can interrupt him. He will take out his phone and look at it immediately...
Li Qiyu took the phone and Bo Yeyuan's deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears:
[The initiative has always been yours. I have always been looking for you, begging you, and I can’t let you go. When I call you, your success rate of picking up is one percent. If you call me, your success rate must be
One hundred percent. But you are such a cruel woman, you can’t even bear to call me!]
Li Qiyu opened the address book. She had read his number a thousand times, but she didn't even have the courage to dial it once!
[Li Qiyu, don’t abandon me. I don’t expect you to take the initiative in this relationship. Just don’t push me away. 】