1490: C1490 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1418

C1490 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1418

2The cat was very obedient, without the usual arrogance and indifference. She obediently hid in his arms, but the other nurses who wanted to shake hands with her looked at her with regret in their eyes.

The young, charming veterinarian looked at Ding Yiyi with curiosity and envy in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said, "Come in, I'll show you first, then you won't need to give me your number. This will take a long time."

Ding Yiyi frowned slightly. She was not opposed to having privileges, but having privileges did not mean that it would squeeze out ordinary users. Privileges should be an advantage that did not affect normal users' resources.

"Thank you, but there's no need. Just queue up according to the order." Beside him, Ye Nianmo's voice was faint. He turned around and walked towards the lead machine. Seeing that Ding Yiyi wasn't following him, he naturally took her hand.

When he reached the number machine, he let go of her hand and went to operate it.

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and looked at her palm before looking at his back. Suddenly, he turned around and the two of them stared at each other, caught off guard.

He raised his eyebrows and shook the number plate in his hand. "Let's go."

The seats in the hospital were more than enough. They sat in the last row of seats with a small gap between the seats. Ye Nianmo's legs were long and slender, so he squeezed into the seat with a sense of grievance, but he didn't say anything.

Ding Yiyi was sitting straight and upright, but there were too many animals in the hospital today. Her eyes gradually narrowed as her thoughts drifted away. Her head kept moving up and down slightly, entering a half-asleep state.

A large hand softly covered the back of her head and gently embraced her. Her head, which had become heavy from fatigue, lightly rested on her shoulder.

Ye Nianmo tilted his head slightly. His chin brushed past her hair, and the fragrance of the shampoo entered his nose.

He laughed, very comfortably, as if he should laugh at this moment. The nurse who walked past looked at the two of them again and again.

Ding Yiyi didn't know how long she slept, but she felt very comfortable. After rubbing her face against the cloth, she felt that the fabric was a little strange. With the addition of the faint male perfume that she could smell from time to time, she gradually opened her eyes.

There weren't many people left, just three or four. Soon, she realized that she fell asleep while leaning on Ye Nianmo's shoulder.

She stood up and looked around. "What day is it now?"

"Number 146." Ye Nianmo replied with a smirk on his face and then closed the magazine in his hand.

When he put the magazine on his shoulder, the momentary paralysis made him pause, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Aren't we # 99?" Ding Yiyi looked at the number plate in her hand and immediately knew that it was because she was asleep and he didn't want to wake her, so she just sat there and didn't go to the hospital.

She felt guilty and wondered how she had fallen asleep. Just as she was about to turn around and apologize, she was surprised and embarrassed to find that the color on the shoulder of his suit jacket was different.

It was originally a silver suit, but the color had deepened at the shoulder. It was probably due to the drool that came from sleeping earlier.

Her face immediately turned red, like a ripe peach, and she looked at a loss. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You should have woken me."

Ye Nianmo looked at her with a funny look. Although it was a bit disgusting, but he really liked her cute look. Occasionally acting like this was still pretty good.

"146", Ye Nianmo stood up after reading their names. With a smile, he said, "Let's go."

Ding Yiyi's perturbed heart relaxed a little when she saw his good mood. She followed him into the consultation room, but her eyes were still fixed on his shoulders, feeling extremely vexed.

Really! It was one thing for him to fall asleep, but why was he drooling?

The young female veterinarian warmly received the two of them, and after looking at the Persian cat's condition, she said, "It's a little inflamed, it's best to shave the hair." While taking a razor from her plate, she said to Ye Nianmo: "Can I trouble you to catch her? I don't think you'd want to do that, even though there's a device to tie up its limbs. "

Ye Nianmo nodded. He walked to the operating table and gently grabbed the Persian cat's claws. Such an action made him have no choice but to bend his body down. The mark on his shoulder became more obvious.

Ding Yiyi couldn't stop herself from looking at the mark. Her face was getting hotter and hotter. The nurses at the side were curious and ran over to turn on the air conditioner.

Ye Nianmo had been watching her silently. He felt that she was too cute like this, and the female vet couldn't help feeling upset.

She had purposely changed into a dark blue dress, but he hadn't even looked at her. This was an insult to a woman, a woman who thought she was pretty.

"Doctor, do you have to shave your head too?" She only moved her razor when the man's soft voice sounded.

She suddenly felt frightened. The man must have known what she was thinking, but he didn't respond. It was even more humiliating than if he hadn't noticed it at all.

Knowing this, she no longer dared to play around with her head. Instead, she concentrated on treating the disease. Not long later, all the hair on the Persian cat's neck was shaved off.

"This should be its first time taking this medicine, so you all have to be careful tonight. Feed it again at around 3 in the morning." The nurse handed the pills to the two of them, sternly admonishing them.

It was already very late after they left the pet hospital. The two of them casually ate some food in the dining room before driving home. Unexpectedly, it started raining heavily in the middle of the journey.

By the time Ding Yiyi returned home, it was already close to eleven in the evening. Ye Nianmo did not return the cat to her, "Let me do it tonight."

The Persian cat suddenly whimpered. It raised its fluffy head towards Ding Yiyi, looking at her with a pitiful look in its different eyes.

Upon seeing it turn out like this, Ding Yiyi felt a little reluctant. "Let me do it."

She carried the Persian cat in her arms and touched it. She looked out the window at the heavy rain and was a bit worried. It was already so late and it was raining. It must be very dangerous on the road.

While he was thinking, Ye Nianmo got off the car with the umbrella. He walked to the door and put the umbrella on the roof, then opened the car door.

The chilly rain mixed with the wind rolled into the car, and the Persian cat once again arched its neck towards Ding Yiyi's chest.

She got out of the car, walked under the eaves with her umbrella, and watched the downpour grow more and more worried.

"Good night." The corner of Ye Nianmo's mouth slightly turned. He looked into her eyes. She clearly didn't say anything, but he could guess what she was thinking. He was waiting.

Ding Yiyi's face was slightly flushed. She suddenly realized that she had been blushing the entire time. It was unknown whether she had seen it or not.

Thinking this way, she couldn't help but turn her head to see his reaction. Fortunately, he was also paying attention to the rain, so she let out a sigh of relief. When she turned her head back, she didn't see the smile on his face.

"It's really too late now." She stood under the eaves and did not enter the house.

"Right." Ye Nianmo smiled faintly.

"It's raining heavily today. It's been a long time since I've seen such a heavy rain." She racked her brains for more words.

"Yes." The curve of his mouth widened, and he looked straight ahead with even a hint of wicked amusement. Although he did not look at her, he knew that the expression on her face must have been lovely.

Ding Yiyi sneezed as the wind mixed with rain caused their sleeves to become wet.

He frowned and sighed, deciding not to tease her anymore. "Have a good rest, I'm leaving."

"Wait a moment."

He had just taken a step when someone grabbed onto the hem of his suit. The other person immediately released him. "Do you want to … stay here for the night?" She paused. "I remember there was a … guest room?"

She was shy, because she was at best an emotional ambiguous stage in the relationship between him and her. Although she was nominally his wife and had the diary as an ironclad proof, it would probably take a long time for her to be emotionally receptive.

While he was still thinking, the Persian cat in his arms changed its hands once again. Ye Nianmo quickly pressed the password with it in his arms.

Entering the warm room, Ding Yiyi went to her room to change before going downstairs.

Ye Nianmo wasn't on the sofa, so she searched around the room again and finally found him under the window.

He found a clothes basket and threw some coralline down inside. The Persian cat was originally lying down, but for some reason, it suddenly jumped out and he wasn't prepared for it.

Ding Yiyi stopped it, picked it up and carried it to his side, and put the Persian cat back into the basket.

She squatted and was about to turn around to get some water for Cat to drink, but she forgot Ye Nianmo, who was still behind her.

The two were very close and attracted to each other. Ye Nianmo lowered his head. His eyes were like the sea of stars, but at this moment, he was like a docile horse.

Wasn't she? Her heart was beating so fast, and she was caught off guard when their gazes intersected, making it so that she didn't even have time to think.

The closer they got, the more she watched his head tilt slightly to the side. His straight nose caught her attention, and her heart began to beat faster and faster.

Suddenly, he stopped. He was clearly so ambiguous. He was only a finger away, yet he stopped.

She swore that this was the first time in her life she was at a loss for what to do, and it made her even more embarrassed when she thought about it in the future. She asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Nianmo looked at her deeply. His infatuated eyes were filled with the desire to control himself. His thin lips parted slightly, "Can I kiss you?"

What is the problem? She was stunned, but was immediately captivated by these demonic words. All of the initiative was concentrated in her mind.

She hadn't forgotten that not long ago, she was angrily protesting against him for not allowing him to do such sudden actions. Now, she had truly stepped on a rock and smashed her own foot.

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