1793: C1793 Wealthy Marriage 1720

C1793 Wealthy Marriage 1720

"How long have you been inside?" Siwen Bing asked.

Seeing her head droop lower and lower, he thought that she might have been hiding in the trunk of the carriage all this time, and his heart tightened. This was the big miss of Ye Family, she was held in love since she was young, yet now she was in such a sorry state.

Is it worth it?

He grabbed Hai Ziyu's arm and opened the door, using one hand to protect the roof of the car from her impact. "Get in."

"I'm not going back." Hai Ziyu refused to move, as if she was determined to do so. "I want to be with you!"

Siwen Bing frowned and slammed the car door, "What do you want!"

Hai Ziyu was shocked and mustered up her courage. "I want to be with you."

"With me?" Siwen Bing turned over his hand and placed the pistol under her chin, raising it up, "You're willing to do that?"

Regardless of who it was, it was the first time she was pointed at by a black gun. It was impossible for her not to be afraid. Hai Ziyu shuddered with fear in her eyes.

Siwen Bing was very frustrated. He put away his pistol and opened the door again, "I'll take you back."

"I … I'm not afraid."

He stood still. He was clearly so scared that tears were flowing out of his eyes. His entire body was trembling, but why did he still say that he wasn't afraid?

"I'll get used to it." Hai Ziyu only wanted to be with him. If he had any past, she would want to drink him together.

The man with his back to her was half hidden in the darkness.

Is it still not good enough? Hai Ziyu looked at him with teary eyes. Before he could say anything, he heard him say, "I won't send you back tonight."

As the car sped through the darkness, Hai Ziyu looked at him carefully. The last time she saw him, he had said he didn't love her, so she had to leave sadly.

When they met again, his attitude was still very vile, but her heart wasn't as pained as it was for the first time.

There was a light in front, it was a 24-hour convenience store. Siwen Bing stopped the car.

He turned his head and saw Hai Ziyu backing away in alert. Her big, watery eyes were brimming with tears. She looked pitiful but didn't dare to retort.

"I won't send you away tonight."

Before tonight, Hai Ziyu had never thought that she and Siwen Bing would have such intimate moments.

As soon as she entered the room, Hai Ziyu immediately choked and coughed. Siwen Bing pulled her to the door and said, "Wait here for a while."

He went inside, pulled the curtains back, and pulled back the white cloth that covered the furniture.

He had bought the apartment nine years ago, and that had happened not long after he had moved into it. The apartment had been empty, and it was normal for so much ash to be there.

Suddenly, there was a scream from outside the door. He immediately turned around and ran towards the door. "What happened?"

"Yes, there's … there's a mouse." Hai Ziyu said with tears in her eyes, "He ran out from my feet."

Siwen Bing sighed in his heart. That's true, after all, she was a little princess of Ye Family, it was normal for her to be worried and scared.

He went in and came out with his coat. "To the hotel."

"No." Hai Ziyu walked into the room. She picked up a cloth that was hanging on the wall and began to wipe away the dust on the table.

Siwen Bing looked at her busy figure and stayed silent for a while before he went in to help.

After being busy, both of them were covered in sweat. Siwen Bingdao tried the bathroom and found that the equipment was still working, even the gas didn't stop.

"Can I borrow this dress?" Hai Ziyu came out with a large T-shirt.

He nodded and turned his back to the bathroom.

Hai Ziyu walked into the bathroom. Feeling the other party's presence outside her door, she felt extremely embarrassed.

After a while, the sound of water could be heard in the bathroom. Siwen Bing turned his back to the bathroom and looked up. However, he saw a delicate figure against the reflection of the mirror on the bathroom door.

The bathroom was frosted glass, and the figure inside could be vaguely seen. The figure raised its slender arms and lifted its long, supple hair, revealing its full chest.

He looked away and sat with his eyes closed. Not long later, the door opened.

Hai Ziyu pulled at the wide white shirt at the base of her thigh. "I … I'm done washing."

The man who was sitting down stood up and didn't even look at her. "Sleep in there. We've already cleaned up. There won't be any roaches or rats. Don't worry."

"Alright." Seeing that he wasn't looking at her, she walked into the room.

There was only one bed in the room, a seven-colored oil painting and a light blue curtain on the floor, and nothing else.

She laid on her bed and wondered if Siwen Bing would also be lying in this place one day.

His heart was filled with an indescribable emotion, and his mind was extremely excited, causing him to be unable to fall asleep even after tossing and turning from time to time.

There had been no movement outside the door, and the watch showed that it was now twelve o'clock.

What was he doing? Are you asleep?

She quietly got up and carefully walked to the living room while weighing her toes.

Under the moonlight, Siwen Bing slept on the sofa and frowned. He didn't notice her approach.

Looking at his sleeping appearance, Hai Ziyu felt inexplicably satisfied. She didn't want to sleep in her room anymore, so she sat down on the carpet.

From her line of sight, she could just make out his thin lips.

It was said that the person with the thin lips was heartless and good-natured. Was he the same as well? Looking at the lips of the person in front of her, Hai Ziyu fell into deep thought.

Her arm was gently placed next to his, a small distance away from him, expressing her emotions with this inconspicuous intimacy.

The sleeping figure suddenly moved, and her arm came close. She was shocked at first, but then stunned. "It's so hot."

Siwen Bing was having a fever! Her cheeks were flushed with fever and her breath was hot.

"Medicine!" Hai Ziyu got up and searched the entire room for medicine. There was nothing in this room, much less medicine.

The person in the dream let out an involuntary cry of pain. She walked back to his side and sat down on her knees, her tears falling onto the carpet.

"Crying is useless, I have to save him."

On the streets of Uruk in the early hours of the morning, Hai Ziyu was carrying some anti-inflammatory medicine. There were too few medicine here, and with the addition of the fact that no one was willing to open the door at night, it would attract trouble.

Hai Ziyu was very lucky. The owner of this pharmacy was also Chinese. Seeing that she was pitiful and had spent a lot of money, he sold her some antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs.

She hurriedly walked back and faintly heard some people's loud noises.

Not good, there were three or four men in the room. She wanted to turn around and walk towards the pharmacy, but she was discovered.

"Little Girl from China?" Since the other party was all black, he would stop Hai Ziyu and not let her leave.

When they saw Hai Ziyu, their eyes all lit up as they spoke all kinds of vulgar words.

Although Hai Ziyu did not go to school, she often travelled abroad, so she had no problem with her ability. Those vulgar words were enough to make people blush.

"Hey, why do you keep lowering your head?" The black man reached out his dark hand to lift her chin, his long fingernails full of dirt.

"Let go of your dirty hands." A deep sound rang out and the African man's arm was firmly grabbed.

Siwen Bing's chest was violently moving up and down. His face was red because of the fever, but he did not relax his grip on the black man's arm.

The African man cursed as his wrist was bent to a strange extent and the curse began to turn into a whooshing of pain.

Siwen Bing let him go and pointed the gun at his head, "One chance, leave here, or I won't be polite."

Several of the African men did not dare to act rashly as they saw that he had a gun. They shouted and stared at him for a while before leaving.

Hai Ziyu let out a long breath and stared at the back of Siwen Bing's head. Looking at his broad back, she felt at ease.

Caught off guard, Siwen Bing turned around with a sulky look on his face. Only God would know that he had awoken in a blur, but he couldn't find the anxious feeling he had when he was with her, nor the feeling of his lungs tearing as he ran.

A cold, wet, and small hand covered his forehead. Because the height was not high enough, his hand could only dangerously cover his eyebrows.

"It's good that it didn't worsen." Hai Ziyu lowered her hand. "I bought some medicine for you. Let's go home."

Go home? The woman in front of him didn't care about those places where no one lived and where the dust was about to choke to death?

"A'Bing?"

A'Bing, this was the first time this woman called him that.

Hai Ziyu saw that the other party had frozen on the spot. She thought that he was angry and wanted to hold his hand, but she was worried that this would make him even more angry.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sneaked out alone." She bowed her head in apology.

A hand pulled out the medicine bag from her hand. She looked at Siwen Bing in shock and stood beside him. "Let's go."

There was no more talking between them. When they returned to the apartment, Hai Ziyu found that the door was not closed.

Siwen Bing entered the room and took his medicine. The two of them continued to remain silent.

"You should go to bed. You still have a fever and are sick." He must still be angry, right?

Siwen Bing stood up and walked towards the room. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned around to pull her hand.

The bed was not big. Hai Ziyu was lying on her back with her hands folded on her chest. Next to her was Siwen Bing. There was a narrow line between the two of them.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the white ceiling. She couldn't fall asleep no matter what. The person she loved was lying beside her. It was normal for her to not be able to fall asleep.

The person beside her did not move. She was breathing deeply. Perhaps she had fallen asleep. In a moment, she also fell asleep.

The sun cast a long shadow over the bed. Siwen Bing opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the woman's sleepy eyes.

She said it was home.

She said it was too good not to aggravate the cold.

She said she liked him.

Angele stood up and looked at the woman carefully with his back facing the moonlight.2

Perhaps it was because the moonlight was too beautiful, or perhaps it was because she had been persistently chasing after his footsteps, or because she had a fever tonight, and her reason was burned away, causing her emotions to gain the upper hand.

Closer and closer, the gap between the lips became smaller and smaller. As he lightly kissed her, it was truly beautiful.

Hai Ziyu had woken up early and was lying beside a patient. How could she sleep until dawn?

He turned his head to the side, the man was still sleeping. His always meticulous hair was a little messy, and his sleeping posture had a rare hint of childishness.

What does your uncle usually do when your aunt is sick? She thought for a moment. That's right! Boil the porridge!

Siwen Bing was woken up by the sound of "Ping Ping Pang Pang Pang Pang". He thought that someone had barged in, so he immediately pulled out the gun under his pillow and stood up.

He pushed the door open and looked into the kitchen.

There were fresh vegetables. It seemed like he had gone to the supermarket, this disobedient woman.

"Can you put the cabbage into the porridge? I don't think the chef did that."

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