1612: C1612 Wealthy Marriage 1539

C1612 Wealthy Marriage 1539

He could feel the sound of the tires grinding against the ground, the engine warming up, the speed of the car getting faster and faster, the scenery almost out of sight, and soon he was overtaking the Honda in front of him.

Ding Yiyi's eyes were misty with tears. Her vision had blurred several times, but she had relied on her instincts and a sense of anger to open her mouth. Suddenly, she saw a black Porsche drive in front of her, then turn the car around and cross the road. On the other side of the car was the sea.

She was still a long way from him, and the brakes were fine, but she recognized the car and hated the man in the driver's seat.

She didn't stop the car, but drove straight towards it.

The two police cars that were far behind sped up as they shouted into their loudspeakers, "Those in the black car, get out of the car, get out of the car."

Even though they were shouting until their throats broke, the black Porsche was still silently crossing the road. Facing the approaching car, the car's door was not opened, and the people inside did not get off either.

The moment the car was about to collide with the black Porsche, Ding Yiyi tightened her grip on the steering wheel and screamed out in anger. She turned the car with all her might, the distance between the front of the car and the black Porsche was only one arm wide.

After the car turned a corner, it crashed into a tree as thick as two people. The front part of the car was caved in, and the engine started to emit thick smoke again and again.

She felt a loud noise in her ears, followed by a violent shaking, followed by a heavy inertia as she was knocked forward. The safety bag of the car opened and a huge white airbag pushed her into the driver's seat.

In the distance, there seemed to be someone shouting. The voice was heart-wrenching. But then, the pain in his head was not from the bleeding wound, but from his heart, which refused to accept the truth.

Ye Nianmo was going crazy. He didn't think about anything else as he got off the car and ran towards the smoking car. He felt that he was running very slowly. He just wanted to be faster, a little faster!

The man in the brown window was squeezed into a white airbag. His head was tilted to one side, and there was a smudge of blood on his forehead and temples.

"Yiyi!" He howled and immediately rammed his elbow into the window. As the window was smashed, he carefully reached his hand in and lightly shook Ding Yiyi's shoulder, ignoring the fact that the glass in the window had cut his palm and arm.

Her head moved from side to side like a lifeless marionette, and when he finally heard a faint groan, hope rose in him and he opened the door.

Ding Yiyi felt her head hurt and her heart hurt. Who was it that kept shaking my shoulders and making me unable to sleep? Wake up? Facing a life he didn't want to face?

No, maybe it would be better if you slept a little more selfishly. It would hurt the person you loved the most, and that would be unbearable.

She was muddle-headed as she thought about this, but her consciousness was not under her control. Her dizzy state gradually cleared up. She lifted her eyelids and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she regained consciousness, she let out a cry and looked at her left leg, which was stuck between the seat and the accelerator. As long as she exerted force, it would hurt.

Ye Nianmo immediately noticed her abnormality. He opened the door to check on her injuries and saw that her leg was stuck. The place where it was stuck was already skinned and swollen.

"I will help you. Don't move, don't move for now." He reached his hand into her sweat-soaked hair, gently looked at her, and then left.

Ding Yiyi's eyes glazed over for a moment as she watched his back as he stood in the light. First it was his leg that was obviously in pain, then it was the smoking front of the car.

The front of the car was already flipped over, emitting gray smoke nonstop. There were many people rushing over from the pier surrounding the car, chattering nonstop. It was unknown what they were talking about.

Her eyes were dry and uncomfortable. Finally, she shifted her gaze to the white airbag before her and closed her eyes.

Outside the car, Ye Nianmo hung up the phone after saying the last sentence. The smell of gasoline was getting stronger and stronger, causing him to frown.

Those who wanted to help scattered a little. Some people stopped him when they saw he was about to get close to the car, "Don't go over there now. It's leaking gas. It might explode soon."

The man shut his mouth before he finished talking. He subconsciously let go of the man's hand as well. He only recovered from his frighteningly cold gaze when the man walked towards the car in large strides.

Ding Yiyi opened her eyes when she smelled the gasoline. She lay still until a pair of hands gently cut her shoulders.

"Don't be afraid, I'll use some force and pull out your leg." Ye Nianmo said softly. After touching her forehead with his forehead, he put his hands under Ding Yiyi's crevices and exerted a little strength in his hands.

After a few futile attempts, the smell of gasoline on the tip of his nose became stronger and stronger. He could even hear the light crackling sounds of people shouting for him to hurry up and leave.

As Ding Yiyi watched everything, the corner of her mouth curled up into a vague smile. It was faint, but fleeting.

Ye Nianmo De's voice became low and deep, "You did it on purpose, didn't you? You intentionally didn't come out, and you intend to blow yourself up? "

When he said the last sentence, he had to struggle to say it completely. His lips were trembling like a helpless child.

"You can go." Ding Yiyi tilted her head and didn't look at him.

She felt a look of anger and heartache on her face, and then it was gone, and with a scream from the driver, the passenger window was smashed down and a man sat alone in the car.

On the contrary, the anger on Ye Nianmo's face subsided a lot. He reached out to take her hand that was by his side. After feeling the cold in his palm, he tightened his grip.

The smell of gasoline became even stronger. Ding Yiyi was finally in a good mood and she pushed at him, "You go! "You go!"

He looked at her left leg, which she had successfully pulled away from the card slot, and suddenly smiled. "You really don't want to come out."

"Do you want to die? Do you think I'll feel guilty! Then let's die together! " She was in a state of agitation, and all the memories of her past came back to her again. It was unbearable.

At this moment, she saw that the eyes of the person sitting beside her had suddenly turned strange. Before she could regain her senses, her neck was heavily knocked.

Ye Nianmo took her, whose body was gradually weakening, and kissed her on the forehead. He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It was at this time that Ye Bo arrived. When he saw the Young Master getting out of the car with the Young Mistress in his arms, he felt relieved.

Ye Nianmo glanced at the reporters who had somehow gotten the news and rushed over. He turned his body to the side to block Ding Yiyi's face and said gloomily, "Deal with it. I don't want to see any reports on this matter tomorrow."

"Yes." Ye Bo nodded and opened the car door for him. Only after the car had sped away did he turn his eyes back.

Ding Yiyi walked barefoot in the cold corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was a cart sitting alone.

She walked over to the trolley and saw a pile of nameless drugs and some scrubbed instruments on it. She picked up a pair of tweezers and felt her heart go cold.

Suddenly, the loud and clear cry of a baby rang out. She was so scared that she threw away the tweezers in her hands. The tweezers fell onto the ground, making a "plop" sound.

She bent down to pick it up, feeling the sound come from behind her, and as she turned to open the door with the tweezers in her hand, the sound of her crying grew louder.

There was a woman lying on the bed, covered with a green sheet, her legs wide apart in two slots that stretched out from the bed.

The woman looked pained. "Doctor, I don't want anesthetic."

She didn't know what the woman was talking about, but the baby's wailing was disturbing, and it was only when she moved her feet forward that the sound abated.

She slowly walked towards the woman with the tweezers in her hand. When she passed by a mirror, the reflection from the mirror caused her to look towards the light source. The tweezers fell onto the ground once again.

Suddenly, the sound of wailing could be heard again. It was followed by the painful cry of a woman. She was shocked and quickly shifted her gaze to the bed.

The woman continued to bite the sheet, her fingers gripping the quilt until her knuckles were white. A person wearing a face mask was manipulating something. The air was filled with a strong stench of blood. She suddenly understood something. With a furious roar, she struggled to throw herself forward.

"My child! Go away! "Don't treat my child like that!"

While she was tearing up the doctor's mask, she pulled it off. Wasn't the person who was coldly staring at her normal appearance?

"Your child has been killed by you, you see." The doctor who looked just like her said coldly, holding up a mangled mass of flesh.

The ball of flesh was so close that it had already touched the tip of her nose. The muscle tissue within the ball of flesh was still clearly visible, and the doctor's voice by her ear still refused to stop. "Look, that's your son."

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?" Ye Chuqing retracted the hand that she had placed on Ding Yiyi's forehead. She looked worriedly at the restless sleeping Ding Yiyi, who had a struggling expression on her face.

No one knew what the person sleeping in the dream was, but their eyebrows were tightly locked, and their hands were wildly clawing in the air.

"Mom." The door opened behind her and she saw Xia Yihan walking in. Ye Chuqing hurriedly walked in and said, "Sister-in-law seems to be in a lot of pain."

Xia Yihan quickly walked in front of Ding Yiyi and held her hands in mid-air, "It's alright, the child is fine."0

She kept speaking softly and comforting him. It seemed to have worked. Those who were trapped in the nightmare gradually relaxed and fell back into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, the sound of a heavy object falling on the floor came from downstairs. The two of them looked at each other in dismay. Ye Chuqing immediately got up and wanted to open the door and go downstairs, but was stopped.

"Take good care of your sister-in-law." Xia Yihan's expression was solemn. She patted Ding Yiyi's hand before withdrawing herself and leaving.

Downstairs, Ye Zimo looked coldly at Ye Nianmo, who was knocked down with a single punch. The antique vase was shattered into pieces on the floor.

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