1789: C1789 Wealthy Marriage 1716

C1789 Wealthy Marriage 1716

Impossible, Siwen Bing wouldn't do such a thing. He knows that his aunt is very important to me. Hai Ziyu wanted to retort, but she couldn't. She was trembling with fear.

If so, what was she going to do? How can I find him?

"What are you talking about!" Lee Yixuan walked towards them with big strides. He was obviously angry, "What's the point of telling her all this?"

Seeing that he was truly angry, Zhu Dan also became angry. "This is only a speculation. Don't lose your cool just because you're his daughter."

"I'm angry because you're saying something completely unfounded!" Siwen Bing said angrily.

"Whap." Hai Ziyu walked quickly into the room and closed the door.

Zhu Dan pushed his shoulder and said, "You're crazy!"

Lee Yixuan was also furious. He waited for Zhu Dan to leave before he knocked on the door. There was no response from inside.

"She's a good person, but her mouth is always sharp sometimes. It's not unintentional, so don't be angry with her."

The room was still silent. He sighed and turned to leave.

Ye Nianmo had watched the man appear dozens of times. Every time he played the scene of Ding Yiyi getting knocked out, his eyelids would twitch.

He could find the arrogant white man on the screen, but in this strange place it took him longer than he did in familiar places.

"Leave it to us." Lee Yixuan walked over, "This man is a famous hoodlum in this generation. It's not hard to find him. Let's do these things."

This was indeed the best choice. Furthermore, this was not the time for heroism. Ye Nianmo nodded, "Thank you."

"What are you talking about?" Lee Yixuan laughed, "I grew up together since I was young. Now, if you say thank you, it will be very difficult for me."

Ye Nianmo patted his shoulder. His eyes were still very sinister. What he hated the most was waiting, but now he could only wait.

He had a thousand, a thousand ways to make the person who had captured Ding Yiyi speak, but only if they caught him.

A woman walked into the hotel lobby, a woman one couldn't help noticing, because in every way, she was a beauty.

As she walked in, she knew that everyone in the hall was looking at her breasts and long legs, as well as at her neck, of course, as well as at her stockings and neck.

She gently caressed her hair and watched with satisfaction as the waiter walked past, staring at her absent-mindedly.

She really liked the feeling of being admired by tens of thousands of people.

The man?

The Asian man near the elevator entrance was the only one who didn't look at her but had the external capital not to look at her.

She walked past slowly, her gaze faintly discernable as she looked at the man's face, blindly thinking about how his sharp weapon had pierced through her body.

[What should I do? I really want to get my hands on a man with a face full of abstinence.]

After making a gesture that was charming enough, she turned around and left. It was more important to get down to business.

It was not difficult to sneak into the hotel's monitoring system. It was not difficult to do some tricks on the hotel's main closed-circuit television screens.

Maybe she had a prey tonight, so she did it quickly and went out smoothly.

Not long after, the leisurely pace behind her let her know that someone was staring at her. It was not admiration, but a measuring gaze. She could clearly distinguish the gazes.

"How interesting. Unfortunately, it's not my type." Xiaomi sighed, her eyes replaying the abstinence of the serious man in the hall.

Dongqing sized up this woman. Her instincts told her that this woman was not like an ordinary tourist. That kind of arrogantly arrogant manner was really annoying.

The phone was ringing. Perhaps it was someone who had gone out to find Ding Yiyi to deliver the news. He no longer followed her, but remembered that woman in his heart.

As expected, only the man remained in the hall. Sometimes, the signal between a man and a woman could be clearly conveyed with a single glance.

"Can I sit here?" She bent down to look at him, an expression of carelessness and coquettishness on her face. Men love it.

The man on the other side did not express anything, but he moved the laptop by the table.

She loved his eyes, but there was no lust in them, so she felt even better when she sat down. "The weather is good. Can you buy me a drink?"

"Sure." The man smirked, "What are you doing here?"

Little Mi covered her mouth and laughed. "Work."

The waiter came up and said that there was only some sweet wine here and not some strong cocktails.

"Rum wine." Ye Nianmo opened his mouth and said in an upbeat tone, carrying a proper inquiry and a domineering tone.

Xiaomi covered her mouth and laughed. She really liked this man. Of course, if she could do it well, it would be even more perfect.

The two glasses of rum were passed over. Xiaomi took it and touched the back of the man's hand between her fingers. The man didn't avoid it.

It seemed that tonight would not be a boring night to flirt with.

Despite drinking a glass of rum, the other party remained calm. Little Mi, on the other hand, was a bit impatient, and every cell in her body exuded a desire to eat the man in front of her.

She stretched out her slender thighs and accurately found the firm muscles of the man's calves. Then, bit by bit, she began to move upwards. Her red and alluring lips slightly parted. "You're married?"

"Obviously." The man smiled.

Little Mi let her legs continue to move forward, feeling for the position of the other's calves. "She's beautiful, or I'm beautiful."

"She." The man answered quickly.

Xiaomi was somewhat surprised. After all, she didn't see ten thousand for men, or even a few thousand for men. However, the man in front of her was so serious that it didn't seem like he was joking.

Women could not be provoked. Attracting a man who had a husband was her favorite thing to do. She loved to see those women who knew that their family's man was in pain after cheating.

"I wonder if my bed martial arts are superior to hers or mine?" She slowly lowered her foot and tapped the front of his shoe with the tip of her toe.

The man stood up, walked over to her, and suddenly bent down to sniff her neck.

This act of not paying attention to others caused the surrounding people to be surprised, but they did not dislike it at all. The man's manner of doing such a thing was not lustful, but rather free to act like an English gentleman.

Xiao Mi's heart skipped a beat. She lost the sense of planning that she used to have. However, she quickly came to her senses. She wanted to hug him, but he had already pulled away.

"If you want to, then follow me." The man chuckled and took the lead towards the elevator.

This cunning man, she stood up and quickly followed.

He entered the room, but before he turned on the light, the man had already heavily pressed Xiaomi against the door.

"It's going to be a good night," she said.

In the darkness, he could feel the approaching man. He tyrannically grabbed her hand and sniffed at her neck. "What are you doing?"

"Guess?" The woman pushed the man forward, and the man backed away until he reached the wall. Then with a big hand, the two rolled onto the soft bed.

Xiaomi giggled. She could feel the muscular body under the man's suit jacket, and she liked it a lot.

He slowly undid the first button, then the second, then the third.

Having her wrist caught by someone, she smiled as she used her calves to stroke the other party's high and mighty body. As she raised her head, she saw a gloomy and cold expression.

"There's an old saying in China," the man held her hand, looking at the calluses on her fingers that only holding a gun would appear. "There's a way to heaven, but you don't go, there's no way to hell."

The door was suddenly slammed open. Dong Qing stood in the doorway, her eyes wide open as she stormed over, "Ye Nianmo, you bastard."

Ye Nianmo was caught off guard and got hit on the face. He groaned.

"You are actually playing with women! "I still don't know where Ding Yiyi is, but you're actually playing with women?!"

"Ding Yiyi, Xiaomi, who was watching the show, raised her eyebrows. Is that Ding Yiyi from the Grand Preceptor's hands?"

Ye Nianmo stood up and looked at him coldly, "Next time you enter, at least learn to knock on the door first."

"Are you familiar with it?" He turned to look at her. "Where is my wife?"

Little Mi realized that they might have caught the wrong person. That Ding Yiyi was not the person Siwen Bing really liked.

"How did you know I was … her …" Xiao Mi stealthily crept behind her.

"You smell like her, and." Ye Nianmo quickly made his move and grabbed her hand that was about to hold a gun. "I don't have too much compassion for women, don't make me angry."

His phone rang at an inappropriate time. Dongqing took out his phone from the woman's Gucci bag and handed it to Ye Nianmo.

Grand Elder? Was it the mastermind?

"I'm Ye Nianmo."

The other end of the phone paused for a moment, then an elderly voice quickly replied, "Mr Ye, it's nice to meet you."

"I want Ding Yiyi, and you can take your men." Ye Nianmo walked to the window and looked outside into the dark night, "I don't have patience, have you considered it now?"

An old man's laughter came from the other end of the phone, "It's a good deal, but I need to confirm the time first. I'll give you a call later."

After hanging up, the old man stood up. He was now interested in seeing the person he caught. It seemed that he had caught the wrong person.

Seeing the woman about to jump out of the window, the Grand Preceptor was surprised. "This is the fifth floor."

"So you can't jump?" Ding Yiyi clung to the window railing, calmly confronting the other party.

"It's not that I can't jump, it's just that I might fall into the crocodile pond below. You know, many people in the world have a bad taste. I'm one of them."

There was actually someone raising a crocodile at home, it was the same kind of bad taste as that bastard Derek.

"Ah Bing, your name is Ding Yiyi. Would you like to have a cup of tea with me?" The old man invited.

Ding Yiyi only hesitated for a moment before following him out.

She was surprised to find herself in an office building. On both sides of the corridor were transparent glass, and one could vaguely see a plaid shaped desk and staff walking around.

"What we're doing has always been serious industry." The old man walked slowly, stopping occasionally to greet him as the staff passed by.

When the two of them reached the end, they saw a curved door. The old man walked in, and Ding Yiyi followed him in after a moment of hesitation.

The office inside looked more like a scholar's office. It was filled with books, and the most conspicuous one was a large phonograph.

"Did A-Bing tell you about the Sendya organization?" The old man sat down on a chair and panted for a moment before gesturing for Ding Yiyi to follow him.0

A'Bing should be Siwen Bing, right? Did they misunderstand something? Ding Yiyi had a vague feeling that they might not be trying to catch her, but Hai Ziyu, who was related to Siwen Bing, just caught her by mistake.

"I don't know." she said.

The old man nodded. "You can call me Grand Preceptor. If you don't mind, I can introduce you."

"Alright." Ding Yiyi simply sat down and took a sip of her tea.

The Grand Preceptor was stunned. "You're not afraid of poison."

"I'm afraid." She answered honestly, "It's useless even if I'm afraid. This is your territory, you really want to hurt me. There are all kinds of reasons and methods, drinking or not, it's all the same."

The Grand Preceptor laughed out loud. Suddenly, he took out his pistol and pointed it at her, his voice gradually growing colder. "Did anyone tell you that you're being pampered like an arrogant pet?"

Ding Yiyi was shocked, but she did not feel any fear in her heart. She always thought that she would be fine, so no matter where she was caught, she was not afraid.

"The one who doted on you, the one who let you live so innocently is Ah Bing?" I'm surprised he could do such a thing. " The Grand Master put away his pistol with interest.

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