1661: C1661 Wealthy Marriage 1588

C1661 Wealthy Marriage 1588

The two of them turned their heads and saw the person on the wheelchair, they instantly laughed out loud. "Where did this come from?" Let's let her go and get up first. "

Derek looked at the two people in front of him with an expressionless face. No one at the Manor knew how to sail, so they had to hire a navigator. Everything was done by Ali, and since he didn't like to move around on the ship, it was normal for the two crew members to have never seen him before.

"Stand up, lame one." The effect of the alcohol made the two of them even more arrogant.

Suddenly, the man holding Ding Yiyi's shoulder let out a painful cry and released his hand to cover his chin. "Stinking woman, you actually dared to hit my chin."

Ding Yiyi staggered a few steps and finally managed to stabilize herself. Her scalp was tingling from exerting too much force. Derek, who was beside her, was also stunned. If you want to talk, learn to respect others. " She stopped and raised her head.

"Little Bi Chi." The man was thoroughly infuriated. He stepped forward to grab Ding Yiyi, but his actions suddenly came to a halt. Most of the alcohol in his mouth had also awoken. "What are you doing?"

Derek raised his pistol. "My patience is limited." He put his index finger on the trigger. "One minute."

"If you have something to say, then say it." The two men looked at each other, then obediently walked away from Derek.

Derek looked at Ding Yiyi's back. She was only wearing a white nightgown made of silk. At this moment, it was sticking to her body, and it merged with her beautiful body in his dreams.

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi turned around and smiled at him, only to see that there was a strange glint in his eyes.

He turned around and pushed the wheelchair out of the room. Ding Yiyi stood still for a moment, then walked out of the room.

She wanted to go back to her room, but Derek said: "Come here."

"I …" She was a bit hesitant and didn't know whether she should walk over or not.

Derek seemed to know what she was thinking. He stopped the wheelchair and turned his head, "Didn't you ask Timo last time?"

In the room, Timothy was lazily basking in the sun. He would occasionally yawn, pat his body with his tail, and then go back to sleep.

Ding Yiyi stood behind Derek and subconsciously kept her distance from him. The time of the video recording was in the past two days.

"Derek loves you." Ali's voice rang in his head.

Her body trembled, and the person in the wheelchair immediately noticed it. "Bored?"

"Nope." She reached out to touch her belly again. This was her habit of comforting herself and her child.

The camera was still filming Timmer, maybe the man with the camera was walking around, but a corner of the garden had also been filmed.

It was a bare land, and the brown soil matched the green lawn in a very strange way.

Ding Yiyi's heart skipped a beat. Where did this place used to be where lavender grew?

Derek noticed her gaze. He looked at the bare soil in the video and suddenly said, "I hate people who betray me."

He tilted his head so that he could see her slightly swollen belly. "Want to get rid of my anger?"

"What do you want me to do?" Ding Yiyi looked down at him.

She watched him approach, his thin hand on her stomach, and the warm sensation returned.

Resisting the urge to run, she forced herself to stay where she was, the sensation of being touched on the stomach so intense.

"Take it off."

"What?" She didn't hear clearly, so she asked again.

Derek did not have much desire, maybe it was that dream, or maybe it was despair. At this moment, he longed to see her body, so he raised his voice, "Didn't you ask me what I should do? Didn't he want to atone for his sins? Then take it off. "

Ding Yiyi rejected him without a second thought. "I can't do it."

"Can't do it?" He let go, unhappy with Ding Yiyi's recognition, and pushed his wheelchair back a little. "Do you know what I'll do to you?"

Ding Yiyi's throat tightened as she stared at his mouth. What he said was not that important anymore.

"I will use everything I have to keep you in Rome. Marriage is an easy thing for me. I want you to have our children. I want you to be tied to me for the rest of your life."

He paused, "Ye Nianmo is a troublesome character, but maybe we can try it out." She looked at Ding Yiyi. "Are you happy watching these two men fight for your affection?"

"I'm not happy." Ding Yiyi's hair stood on end just thinking of his suggestion. "I don't want to live with you. You can't imprison me."

After saying that, it had already consumed her courage. She panted heavily as she stared into Derek's eyes nervously.

However, he only blinked, and said in an indifferent tone: "Then take it off, let me see your sincerity."

He pushed the wheelchair closer to the bed. "After all, this is a good deal. There's no need to worry about it for the rest of my life."

Ding Yiyi felt very cold. That cold feeling came from the bottom of her heart. No matter how many clothes she wore, she couldn't warm her body up.

Her hand trembled on the shoulder strap of her dress. She tried it once, but it was so shaky that she couldn't untie the bow.

Derek was still sitting on his wheelchair. If it wasn't for his rapid breathing, nothing could be seen from his facial features. It was as if Ding Yiyi asked for a change.

This was what Ding Yiyi was thinking. She bit her lower lip, and dispiritedly put down her hand. She said in a choked voice, "I'm sorry, I can't do it. Don't force me."

"Young Master!" The sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor. The door was knocked lightly and was knocked open. The servant looked flustered. Even though the man in front of her looked extremely displeased, she didn't care.

"Young master, there's someone in the front hall!" Someone broke in! "

Derek's expression did not change as he leisurely said: "You came earlier than I expected."

He looked at Ding Yiyi. "Aren't we going together?" The next part is very exciting. "

"What do you want to do?" Ding Yiyi's heart was filled with a bad premonition. Was the intruder really him? Could it be him?

The wheelchair moved across the carpet and suddenly stopped. With his back facing her, Derek's voice was full of the joy of revenge, "I told you, I hate people who betray me the most."

In the lobby, two people were tied up and lying on the floor. Ye Bo was holding two pistols in each of his hands.

He scanned the crowd and soon found the person with more weight in the hall. He pointed his gun at the woman with a slightly fat body.

Ye Nianmo walked to the woman's side and said, "I want to see her."

"Who is she? Our Young Master hasn't had any guests lately. " Ali tried his best to remain calm, but his eyes were subconsciously averting his gaze. He looked to be in danger.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair, she turned around and moved to Derek's side.

"How did you get a guest to come? Have you even forgotten the rules?" Derek tapped the armrest with his skinny hand as if he was reprimanding a servant. However, his eyes were looking at Ye Nianmo as if mocking him for coming uninvited.

servants quickly lined up in two rows. The atmosphere at the scene was heavy, Ye Nianmo had not taken his eyes off Ding Yiyi ever since she appeared.

"Are you alright?" He held out his hand, gesturing for her to come closer.

Ding Yiyi couldn't help but walk towards him. She looked at his face with infatuation and found that her heart was beating rapidly.

"Asimaa." Derek suddenly opened his mouth and tightened his grip on the handle. His voice became heavy, "Asimaa, come here."

Ding Yiyi turned a deaf ear and continued to walk in the direction of Ye Nianmo. Her left arm was trembling slightly as she wanted to hold his hand.

Derek's face was ugly, and his voice was dark and cold, "Asimaa, it's not appropriate for you to be too emotional right now."0

Ye Nianmo narrowed his eyes. He looked at Ding Yiyi who stopped in her tracks with a pained face. He was still standing at the same place, but he saw that she had stopped.

"What did you do?" Ye Nianmo asked lightly.

Derek looked at Ding Yiyi's back proudly and urged, "Asimaa, I'm glad that you are so hospitable to our guests as the mistress of the manor. Alright, come back to me now."

Ding Yiyi slowly turned around. Just as Ye Nianmo was about to move, Derek's voice sounded, "Please don't be too intimate with my wife, otherwise, we will be troubled."

He pointed the gun at Ye Nianmo and a trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes.

"Derek!" Ding Yiyi's voice was sharp as she quickened her pace towards him.

She walked to the wheelchair and lowered her head, not daring to respond to the sharp gaze that was directed at her.

Derek held her hand. She wanted to resist, but the other side secretly pressured her to not let go.

"Asimaa, this is rude. Lift your head and talk to the customers." Derek felt that it wasn't enough, so he ordered her to look up.

She trembled as she looked up at Ye Nianmo, who was slowly walking towards her. Her eyes were filled with love, and after her chest heaved, a sentence finally broke her chest, "You can go back now."

Ye Nianmo raised his eyebrows and continued to walk in her direction. Along the way, Derek pulled out his pistol again and pointed the black hole at him. "Mr Ye, my wife doesn't like you being so close to her."

Ye Nianmo turned a deaf ear. He walked over to her and looked at her. Derek's finger was on the trigger.

"No, Derek, you definitely can't do that." Ding Yiyi begged Ye Nianmo, "Hurry up and go back."

They were only a dozen steps away from each other. Derek squinted his eyes and slightly bent his index finger.

Ding Yiyi was on the verge of fainting. She desperately tried to fly over, but the brawny man grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Ye Nianmo, goodbye." Derek said coldly as he exerted force with his index finger.

"Nianmo!" Ding Yiyi shouted at the top of her lungs.

As the silhouette of a person flashed past, the sound of a woman's screams rang out in the spacious hall. The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Ye Nianmo picked out a pistol from somewhere and pointed it at Ali's temple. He looked at Derek and said, "I also don't like this kind of hospitality."

"You think I'd give up my wife because of her?" Derek's eyes turned cloudy. He didn't look at Ali as if he wasn't worth mentioning.

Ye Nianmo said confidently, "I think so."

Derek clenched his fist after it loosened, "Exchange."

"Young Master!" Ali suddenly shouted, and reached back to grab the gun in Ye Nianmo's hand, wanting to kill him himself.

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