1785: C1785 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1712

C1785 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1712

Ye Miao received it with a dark expression. He's not a child! What green balloon! He wants the black one to be the man!

"I didn't?" Dongqing pointed at herself and bitterly smiled. Why did bears have to discriminate against people these days? Isn't that too much of a science?

No, bear?

He carefully observed the bear's appearance and saw that the big bear was holding Ding Yiyi in one hand and striding forward with big steps. Ye Miao followed closely behind.

So that's how it is. A bear lover? Interesting.

"Mr. Bear, my friend is still there. I can't go with you." Ding Yiyi was curious as to why the bear was holding onto her alone. However, its adorable, innocent look was really annoying.

The bear turned its palms toward her, its round black eyes never leaving her.

"You want to hold my hand?" Ding Yiyi burst into laughter. "No, I can only hold hands with the people I like."

The brown bear drew back his hand. "So, am I the one you like?"

This voice sounded familiar, causing Ding Yiyi to open her eyes wide.

The brown bear let go of the colorful balloons in its hands, and everyone raised their heads to look at the slowly rising balloons.

Ding Yiyi also raised her head and looked at the balloon, lost in thought. The familiar voice became clearer, "Am I someone you like?"

Ye Nianmo took off his hood, "You're the person I like."

The buildings behind him suddenly had lights on in an orderly manner. Every floor had different lights lit up, just in the shape of a heart.

Ye Miao turned off the remote control with disdain. Seriously! Why did a genius computer genius like him insist on doing such a thing! I won't do it next time!

'Forget it. Seeing how shocked and moved my mother is, I might as well do it once or twice in the future.

Ye Nianmo took the initiative to hold her hand. When he felt her struggle, he tightened his grip.

"Let go!" Ding Yiyi's face flushed as she struggled free from Ding Yiyi's grasp.

Ye Nianmo moved closer, his furry hands could easily wrap around hers.

"They say girls like this."

"Who said that?" Ding Yiyi's face was bright red. "What if I don't like it?"

President Ye was very calm. He held the bear's head in his left hand and his wife in his right, "I'm going to kill those people who spout nonsense."

"Oh yeah, Miao, as the owner of this building, do you have any complaints?" Ding Yiyi was a little worried.

Ye Miao put his hands in his pants and said calmly, "If there is one, please come find me."

Ding Yiyi felt that the father and son's personalities were somehow similar.

Not far away, Zhu Dan and Lee Yixuan were looking at the model of the heart formed by the lights in the mansion.

A hairy hand reached out to her and offered her a red balloon.

She laughed and refused, "I'm not young anymore, and this balloon doesn't suit people like me. Thank you."

Ignoring the furry outstretched hand, she lowered her head and walked forward. A moment later, a hand appeared, dragging a rope.

"I told you, I don't need you …"

Lee Yixuan pushed the red balloon into her hand and said casually, "It's quite suitable."

At night, Ye Nianmo buried himself deep within her body, feeling the peculiar heat and trembling.

"Sorry." He lowered his body so that it would fit seamlessly.

Ding Yiyi couldn't help but hug him, "Miao said that this is what he wants."

Ye Nianmo's gaze softened, "Really?"

She might not know how uneasy he was. To scold herself for not protecting her properly, to make her lose the right to be a mother forever, to scold herself for making her angry, to make her sad.

After the intense battle, he lazily got up and carried her by her waist. "Go take a bath."

Walking to the bathroom and putting the person in the already warm water, he said lightly, "Now we can discuss why you and Ziyu suddenly came to Iraq."

Outside the door, Ye Miao looked up at the ceiling, shook his head and left. Forget it, Mom probably won't have much time tonight.

When he walked to the door of Lee Yixuan's room, he heard a "peng" sound from inside. Could there be someone here?

"Quick!" "Faster!" Zhu Dan's voice came faintly.

Fine! These unrestrained adults!

He was about to return to his room. Wasn't that Ziyu's elder sister? Where was she going downstairs?

Hai Ziyu walked into the hotel lobby with a pale face, disturbing the front desk, which was dozing off. She smiled at him in embarrassment, then sat down in the lobby.

She wanted to go home. It was painful to be here, to see the comfort in the eyes of others.

She had originally thought that even if she was rejected, she wouldn't feel any psychological waves. However, this sort of suffering was so unbearable that she almost let go of her pride and begged him to accept her feelings!

She definitely wouldn't be so despicable, this was the pride given to her by the Ye Family!

"Sis?"

"Miao? Still awake? "

Hai Ziyu stood up and took Ye Miao's hand, "Children need to sleep more before they can grow taller."

"You're sad."

Ye Miao stared at her. He had never seen such sadness on his sister. Was it that man?

"The person that made you sad, was that man?"

Hai Ziyu hesitated for a moment. The other party was a child, perhaps a good target for narration. He couldn't do anything since he was just a few years old child.

"His name is Siwen Bing."

He could not wait to tell him about himself and his past, saying that in the end, tears fell like rain, "It was my fault."

Ye Miao placed his hand on the back of her hand and said, "Very good."

"She looked at him with a comforting and grateful heart, her tears turning into smiles." "Hurry up and go to sleep. Thank you for listening to my sister's words today."

Ye Miao nodded and prepared to walk upstairs.

"Miao," Hai Ziyu called out to him. "Can you please help keep this a secret?"

The child nodded silently and disappeared down the corridor.

Soon there will be no need to keep the secret

The next day, Hamed was found dead by his secretary in his golden home, lying face up in the bathtub.

The water in the bathtub had already been dyed red with blood. Then, a large wound appeared on his neck, and blood splashed onto the wall. His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something horrifying before he died.

His assassin had committed suicide, sitting on the sofa in his house with his head blown off. Putting the bullet in his mouth was definitely a suicidal decision.

The dead man's chin had been completely disintegrated by the impact of the gunshot. It looked terrible.

When the news arrived, the television was already in an uproar.

The man who assassinated the oil tycoon died on the sofa in a horrible and terrible way.

Hai Ziyu looked at the television screen in a daze. He was the one who was going to kill Hamed, right?

On the television, the bloody scene had been beaten up with mosaics, and even if you stared hard at the screen, you wouldn't be able to tell if it was him or not.

She did not believe that he would not die so easily. How could he die so easily!

I have to find him!

Ding Yiyi rushed anxiously to Hai Ziyu's room. The moment she saw the news, she knew something would happen to Hai Ziyu. She happened to be at the staircase and saw her on her way out.

"Calm down!"

"How am I supposed to calm down? It isn't him, it won't be his."

Hai Ziyu burst into tears. How could he die? How could he use this method to escape from her side?

Ding Yiyi's heart was also very sad. Although she and the butler could only be considered to be close acquaintances, but at the death of someone she was familiar with, there was no need to feel sad.

"It's too early to cry before things have been investigated." Ye Nianmo's voice came from behind.

Hai Ziyu became a bit more expectant. "Uncle, you're saying!"

"I didn't say anything. I'm going back to my room." Ye Nianmo couldn't bear to see her crying so much. He softened his tone, "I promise you. No matter if it is him or not, I will tell you."

Hai Ziyu nodded her head in tears and went back to her room. Her uncle wouldn't lie to her, right? Perhaps Hamed had committed many evil deeds, so others might want to kill him as well.

"Do you know who Ziyu is referring to?" Ding Yiyi was extremely surprised. She absolutely did not want to divulge this information to anyone.

Ye Nianmo looked down at her, "Is it hard to guess?"

"Is it easy to guess?"

He silently held her hand and said, "Let's go. We have to know if it's him. The easiest thing to do is to personally see it."

Ding Yiyi retreated. "Can you not tell Dong Qing and the others? They have different positions. I'm worried that if they find out, they'll make Ziyu do something she doesn't want to do."

Although Lee Yixuan and Dong Qing were on the same side, it would be hard for them to know the truth, so it was better to keep it a secret.

As the heat in front of her approached, she took a step back. "What … what are you doing so close?"

"I'm thinking …" Ye Nianmo narrowed his eyes. "I have to re-evaluate how much IQ I have in your heart."

She was stunned. "How … how are we going to measure?"

"On the bed?" With an evil smile, he pulled the man away.2

In bed, he estimated that it was still broad daylight! Ding Yiyi was so angry that her face turned red. She struggled as much as she could, but was still dragged away.

Sitting in Ye Miao's room, he asked with concern, "Mom, why are your face so red?"

The man sitting on the other side also raised his head and glanced over.

Ding Yiyi glared viciously at him, her face turning even redder. On the way, she had thought that he was really angry in broad daylight and had even gotten angry.

"Can you find any photos of the scene?" Ye Nianmo said, "You can do it, right?"

Ye Miao nodded, "I've already tried, but I haven't."

"No?" Ye Nianmo frowned, "That means they didn't take any photos in order to prevent others from knowing who that person is."

Ye Miao's eyes revealed an expression of agreement, "There's no way to know if it's me or not."

"What are you talking about?" Ding Yiyi suddenly widened her eyes, "Miao, did you see those bloody photos? You're still a child! "

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Lee Yixuan and Dong Qing leaned against the window as they smoked. When they arrived, the scene was already filled with local police officers.

Only after knowing that they were members of the military did these people allow them in.

Hamed's death required a long report, which was annoying. However, the two of them were more interested in who the murderer was.

Lee Yixuan had a feeling all along that maybe he saw that spy.

"The wound on Hamed's neck was cut open by a knife. Now, it has been confirmed that the fingerprint on the weapon belonged to that murderer."

Dong Qing took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Are you trying to ask if the person who died was that person?"

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