1799: C1799 Wealthy Marriage 1726

C1799 Wealthy Marriage 1726

Ye Nianmo held onto a set of bulletproof vest, "Although I have already made full preparations, it's still better for me to wear it."

He was very anxious, really anxious, not only because Ding Yiyi was going on a mission that seemed dangerous to him, but also because of what the Grand Preceptor had said at the coffee shop.

When they were discussing whether Ding Yiyi could take part in the mission that day, the Grand Tutor had asked to speak to him alone. "Have you ever thought that your meticulousness is a burden to her?" he had said. She's an adult, and she probably doesn't like the way you get along. "

Was he really restraining her? This was a problem that had been bothering him for the past few days. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. If it really was like this, what should he do? Learn to make her freer?

Ding Yiyi looked at him and asked curiously, "Aren't you coming with me?"

He was stunned. She thought he was hesitating, so she hurriedly said, "It's nothing. I'm just casually asking. I can go by myself."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was hugged. Ye Nianmo kissed her forehead with a smile and joy, "I will accompany you."

At one-thirty in the afternoon, a few extended Lincoln cars without license plates stopped in front of the embassy. Each car was guarded by a bodyguard.

On the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, snipers were sweeping the scene. The high range guns were already prepared. If necessary, they could shoot a person in seconds.

In the lobby, Ding Yiyi was wearing a simple dress and was putting on a light makeup as she looked around nervously. In five minutes, the people from the council would come in.

However, that was not the best chance to talk to them. Anyone who appeared at that time would be treated as someone with a purpose and would not even be able to speak a single word.

The door was pushed open, and a few men who stood at the pinnacle of power walked in. They didn't look around, but each step revealed their confidence. They didn't look around either, as if entering the meeting room in front of them was the only thing they needed to do.

Lee Yixuan helped Ding Yiyi gain the identity of an interpreter on the scene. She lowered her head and waited for them to leave before letting out a long breath. It turned out she was really afraid of higher level people.

A waiter walked in from not too far away. The suit that didn't fit him gave off a different scent. Due to the injury to his leg, he walked a little slowly.

Ding Yiyi knew Ye Nianmo would appear. She did not expect him to appear with such an identity. She was surprised and pleasantly surprised.

"I'm in high spirits today." Ye Nianmo walked in front of her.

She lowered her head. She was wearing an ordinary white shirt to match her identity. She wore an A skirt, black stockings, and high heels.

"Thank you." She said, "You're great too, Mr Ye."

"Are you ready?" Lee Yixuan's voice came over their walkie-talkie at the same time, "The meeting is on the third floor. Due to the interference of the signal, this may be the last time. However, we will keep an eye on your situation."

A burst of noise came from the walkie-talkie. Ye Nianmo tore off the line hanging in his ear, "Let's go."

The two of them did not expect to encounter such a problem at the beginning. The embassy staff found two dazzling people who did not seem to fit this profession.

"Let's see your proof of work, please." The staff member said.

Lee Yixuan had already given the two proof of work. At this moment, they did as they said and handed it over to each other.

The other party returned it to them, but did not dispel their doubts. "Our office is only a few hundred meters away. If possible, I hope you can follow me there. It will be quick."

Although she said she was sorry, her eyes were sharp. The two of them believed that as long as they didn't do as he said, the alarm in her hand would continue to sound the next second.

Ye Nianmo slowly walked behind her. Since he had no other choice, he could only knock her out first.

"Excuse me, but how do I get to the fourth floor?" A clear voice rang out. The man flashed his press card. "Sorry, but I'm a bit anxious. Can you help me?"

Even though he still didn't want to believe the person in front of him, the staff still nodded at the handsome man in front of him, "I'll bring you there."

"Why is Siwen Bing here?" Ding Yiyi looked at him in surprise.

Siwen Bing nodded at the two of them and gently waved his hands behind his back. He could only help them up to here.

Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo walked up the stairs. The elevator must have people watching them, so they couldn't leave from the elevator.

On the third floor, the two were once again stopped. Due to Hamed's death half a month ago, this meeting was so careful that no one could understand it.

The other person was Yan Qing. The moment he saw Ye Nianmo, he was immediately sure that the other person wasn't a waiter.

"Capture them!" He drank.

Everyone in the corridor was led here. Ye Nianmo pushed Ding Yiyi and said, "Let's go!"

Ding Yiyi ran into the room. One step, two steps, three steps, she pushed the door open and entered.

A few world-class big shots, who were quarreling over the oil issue, looked at the woman who had barged in all of a sudden with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?" the man in the middle asked, raising his eyebrows at her, as he could almost see her every now and then on television.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have something that I want to tell you guys."

Ding Yiyi slowly closed the door, shielding everything behind her.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and Ding Yiyi stood on her left and right. The two of them wanted to grab her arm, but when they opened the door, they saw the handsome man coldly staring at them from the middle.

They were trained security personnel! Why did the waiter with sharp eyes feel a sense of fright when he saw a handsome and sharp-eyed waiter?!

Ye Nianmo didn't ask too much, he just hugged Ding Yiyi, whose legs were obviously weak.

It was Ding Yiyi's first time seeing a living and internationally renowned figure, and these people all sat together to listen to her for the first time. It was simply too crazy.

Siwen Bing had been leaning against the wall. When he saw her come out, he turned around and left.

"Wait."

Ding Yiyi caught up to him and intercepted him. The fact was, Siwen Bing had slowed down his pace and was waiting for her.

"Aren't you going to see Ziyu? She always wanted to see you. " She was eager to pass on the thought on Lili's behalf, because it was just a love affair of a child entering puberty, but this time, she realized, it might be a lifetime of entanglement.

Siwen Bing was silent, then slowly shook his head, "No need."

She took a deep breath and really wanted to be angry. She felt that Hai Ziyu was not worth it. After her shoulder was patted, Ye Nianmo gave her a calm look.

He looked at the other party and said in a deep voice, "Yixuan is monitoring the entrance, leave through the back door."

Siwen Bing nodded, "Thank you."

He turned around and walked off straightforwardly. Ye Nianmo's low and deep voice came from behind him once again, "If you want to return to Ye Family to be a butler after everything is done, the position of Ye Family will still be kept for you."

The person who was moving forward did not turn back, but raised his hand and waved it.

Siwen Bing walked out from the back door just in time to see Lee Yixuan and Dong Qing rushing inside the embassy.

He sat in the car, stared at the road in front of him for a while, then started the throttle.

He went back home and pushed the door open. The smell of dust drifted over. It had only been a few days since he came back, and yet there was such a big cloud of dust.

"Let's go home."

"Go home …"

The elegant voice seemed to echo in the air. Perhaps it was because he thought of this place as a house and not a home, which was why it was so easily dusted.

Home was not the smell of dust, and she could not come here again.2

There was a shirt hanging on the sofa. He picked it up and clearly remembered the way she had worn this shirt and slowly tucked her hair behind her ears.

Her heart tightened. Since when did this private room have her? She had clearly only come here once, hadn't she?

Not wanting to be manipulated by useless emotions, he threw his shirt on the table, causing the bottle of medicine to be removed.

His eyes were red, because looking back and forth, he could see her reflection in every object. This made him feel very uncomfortable. He wasn't like this at all.

He walked into the bedroom. The window was still open and the sun was shining. The air was fresh and clean. There was no smell of dust in the room.

The bed was neatly made, and that morning he kissed her as she slept.

Tinkle Bell

The ringtone rescued the person who was troubled by his memories. Almost with the emotion of fleeing, he strode towards the door.

Opening the door, there was a family of three standing outside. They were Japanese. The Japanese man wore an expression that was inherently polite to the point of caution. He wondered if he had sold the house at the price stated in the manual.

Nine years ago, you know, the price of this house wasn't low. Today, it's worth several times as much, and with the high-end furniture in the house, the sale price looks beautiful and unreal.

Siwen Bing looked down at the little girl who was about 7 or 8 years old, hiding behind his parents. This time, he didn't see Hai Ziyu's figure, because her beauty couldn't be replaced.

Coming to the Uruk to live and work, all of their savings was only enough to buy this kind of house. Initially, they thought the house wouldn't be too good, but they realized that it was one of the most expensive places in the entire Uruk.

It was normal for him to revalue it. After all, the price was way too low.

Siwen Bing saw the disappointment and hesitation in the family's eyes.

"That's the price, and you can come in right away."

The family was obviously ecstatic. The woman casually asked, "Do you have anything to pack?"

He turned his head and glanced around. "No."

Standing in front of the familiar apartment door, Hai Ziyu thought that if he knew that she had secretly noted down the address of the apartment, it would be very troublesome for him to come here without permission.

He must have felt helpless about being pestered by such a woman. She actually knew about all of this.

Because of his unspoken gentleness, he had boldly stepped forward.

How about we just watch like this? It's good as long as we take a look, at least we are just at the same distance.

Suddenly, the door opened. She was at a loss as to how to respond. Her heart was beating rapidly. She subconsciously wanted to leave, but her body could not move.

Seeing a beautiful lady walk out, she couldn't believe it. In an instant, tears of grievance surged forth from her eyes.

How could there be a woman here? Was it someone he knew? Familiar enough to walk in and out of his house?

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