1627: C1627 Wealthy Marriage 1554

C1627 Wealthy Marriage 1554

There seemed to be footsteps at the door, and a group of people were walking in one direction. After a while, it finally quieted down. She opened the door and dashed out.

Just as she was about to close the door, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the man lying on the ground, as well as the blood that was still expanding.

She gritted her teeth, wanting to force herself to close the door and leave, but the hand holding the doorknob could not make up her mind.

When the door closed, she stood behind the door and shot a fierce look at the man on the floor. Then, she found the medicine box that filled the room.

After helping the man with some simple bandages, she changed back into his clothes and hurriedly ran away. She didn't expect that she would be caught at the entrance, which led to the first scene.

The memories were vivid. They had been hours ago, but now they seemed centuries away.

The girl listened intently. "If I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have believed such a thing could happen in Italy. I must tell my classmates that they would also find it amazing."

Ding Yiyi glanced at the girl gratefully. "No matter what, thank you. If it wasn't for you, I would definitely have been captured today. I don't dare to think about what would happen afterwards."

She saw a wedding dress hanging on the shelf beside the bed. It was beautiful, but on another shelf next to it, a large white top hat caught her eye and seemed out of tune with the beautiful wedding dress.

"I'm getting married." The girl followed her gaze and looked very excited. With a mischievous expression, she walked to the edge of the wedding dress and asked, "Is it very suitable for me?"

Ding Yiyi was shocked. "You're getting married?" But you're still in school? "

Everyone wants to marry Derek. His father was a giant of a supermarket in Rome, and he passed away due to illness. He inherited an inexhaustible inheritance from his father, but it's a pity. The girl muttered, a look of regret on her face.

Ding Yiyi subconsciously felt that something wasn't right. First of all, even though that man really didn't like the girl in front of him, the fact that he had four wives was definitely inappropriate.

"I heard Derek has a bad temper. Plus, he has to wear that big hat. How can he comb his hair like this? But these are all small matters. " She muttered to herself with an unconcealable joy on her face.

"I think it's better to think about it." Ding Yiyi was now sure that even if she didn't know how Derek found the girl in front of her, he definitely had another purpose.

The girl shook her head. "It's already too late. Someone will come to pick me up at 6am. I'm also looking forward to it. Anyway, the other party just has a weird personality. I believe I'll be happy."

Ding Yiyi still wanted to stop him. She didn't want her to be hurt by this person who had helped her, but it was obvious that he didn't take her advice seriously at all.

Sissel's voice came from downstairs. The girl's expression suddenly turned unnatural. "It must be Cat. Wait a moment, I'll go take a look."

She walked to the door of her room and worriedly warned, "Since it's so dangerous outside, you better not run around. Wait for me to come back."

The girl closed the door and left. Ding Yiyi's gaze fell upon the pure white wedding dress. Oh right, why not call Ye Nianmo now?

She stood up, opened the door, and walked downstairs. Just as she was about to borrow the girl's phone to make a call, she heard the girl's voice.

"Dad, that's right, it should be the woman you're looking for. She still wants to advise me not to marry Derek. She's upstairs right now."

Ding Yiyi's eyes widened and her body stiffened. She stuck her head out and saw that the girl had just hung up and was about to head for the stairs.

She turned at once and started up the stairs, her relaxed nerves taut again. As soon as he returned to his room, the girl followed him in holding two glasses of fruit juice, "Drink some juice first, it will be daybreak soon, then you can leave in time."

Seeing Ding Yiyi staring at the juice, she smiled and handed her a glass. "Don't you like mango juice?"

"No … thank you." Ding Yiyi took it silently. The tip of her nose was filled with the thick scent of mango, but she could smell danger.

She walked over to the wedding dress with the cup in her hand. Suddenly, her hand trembled and the mango juice spilled out of the cup onto the white wedding dress.

Behind her, the girl screamed. She rushed to the table, grabbed a tissue and wiped it on her wedding dress. "Why are you so careless?"

"Sorry, but the wedding dress is too beautiful, so I want to take a few more glances." Ding Yiyi took advantage of the situation and retreated. While watching her movements, she picked up the mango juice that she had placed to the side and put it back in its original position.

The girl busied herself for a while. Her gloomy face did not improve, but it was obvious that she was being restrained.

"You're called Asimaa?" What a nice name. " Ding Yiyi pointed at the badge on the girl's clothes on the bed and raised the cup in her hand with a smile.

After finishing the juice in one gulp, she laughed as she watched the girl finish the juice in a huff, "I'm Ding Yiyi, it's nice to meet you."

Ding Yiyi hid her under the bed and looked at the other party's sleeping appearance. She softly said, "Sorry, but it might be a bit of a burden for your marriage. But if that Derek really likes you, I think we can have the wedding tomorrow."

There was a hubbub downstairs and she was startled. She immediately ran to the window. It was indeed the men who had caught her.

At this moment, the sky had turned gray and bright. The men were surrounding the room without restraint, even when they ran into the people coming out of the hotel.

Cold sweat broke out on Ding Yiyi's forehead as she tightly held onto the curtain. Her mental despair made her body feel weak.

Just when she thought the men were about to rush in, they scattered and disappeared in a few minutes. Not far away, a black sedan came out of the fog.

The car stopped at the side of the road and a fat woman in a maid's uniform got out. She frowned in displeasure as she didn't seem to see anyone.

Ding Yiyi guessed that it might be Derek. She looked at the men who were lurking in the dark and frowned at the maid who was waiting at the door. She seemed to be in a bad mood.

Half an hour later, the door opened and a woman wearing a white wedding dress and a huge white top hat walked out.

"Let's go, Asimaa."

Ding Yiyi held the brim of her hat and nodded slightly. She obediently got into the car. Not long later, the car disappeared in the morning light.

Ding Yiyi felt that the top of her head was very heavy, but she couldn't take off her hat. The fat maid also didn't seem to mind as she sat upright beside her.

As the car continued to drive along a road, Ding Yiyi thought that they should be driving out of the city. As the number of buildings around them gradually decreased, she could occasionally see a church scurrying past in front of her.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, the car stopped in front of a manor. The majestic building made people sigh.

The gate carved with complicated patterns slowly opened to two sides. The car entered the manor and stopped in front of a surprisingly large house.

Two rows of servants stood upright in front of a porch made of four Roman pillars. After the woman got out of the car, she bowed in unison, "Madam."

Ding Yiyi's entire face was covered by a huge hat. Now, she was beginning to appreciate this manor lord's strange taste.

She followed the fat maid to her room. The maid opened the door and led her into the house.

"After you shower and change your clothes, wait here. Lunch and dinner will be served." The maid said gruffly, but there was impatience in her voice.

She walked to the door and suddenly turned around. "By the way, don't rub any spices on your body. You definitely won't."

When the maid's footsteps faded, Ding Yiyi took off her hat. The extravagance of the room still surprised her.

The large sapphire was actually used to decorate the windowsill. The front wall was made of ivory, and when she walked to the window, she could see that it was green everywhere.

When he opened the wardrobe, he found that all the clothes inside were white. There was no sign, but it was obvious that they were brand-new.

She randomly picked one and gestured it at a time. Her clothes were much bigger than before, so she must have specially prepared it for Asimaa.

In the bathroom, half of the bathtub was already filled with hot water. Ding Yiyi picked up a bottle of Body Soap and opened it to take a sniff. There was no smell in the milky white liquid, and not only that, all the skincare products on the washstand were tasteless.

Although she felt it was strange, Ding Yiyi didn't want to stay here any longer. She changed her clothes and pushed open the door.

This person called Derek was too weird. Since they were going to marry Asimaa, there should be a ceremony. But from the looks of it, this manor wasn't even the slightest bit prepared for a wedding. Everyone wasn't that enthusiastic about the arrival of a new bride.

On the top floor of the manor, there was a room with a width of five hundred meters, but it only had a single huge luxurious bed.

A man was sitting upright in front of the table. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the Chinese woman who was nimbly shuttling back and forth in the corridor.

"Young Master Derek, she doesn't seem to be Miss Asimaa. Do you need us to settle the matter on the spot and bring Miss Asimaa back?"2

Derek looked at the woman in the video who seemed to have gotten lost. Although he was smiling, his brown eyes were still cold, "No need."

In the corridor, Ding Yiyi was breathing heavily. She felt that something was wrong. Why was there not a single servant in such a large house? Furthermore, how many rooms were there in this house? It had been over an hour since then!

She held onto the wall as she slowly walked down the stairs. Just as she turned a corner, she saw a man sitting on a wheelchair.

The man was dressed in white linen, and a strap looped around the other side of his body from one side of the wheelchair to the other.

She seemed to be in low spirits. In her unremarkable appearance, there was always a trace of ridicule in the corners of her drooping eyes.

"It's not an exit downstairs." He said flatly, "I'll take you out."

He pressed one of the buttons on the wheelchair and the wheel turned automatically, heading forward.

Ding Yiyi followed behind him suspiciously. She felt weird. Obviously, she didn't resemble Asimaa at all, but the man in front of her seemed to be very indifferent.

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