1800: C1800 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1727

C1800 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1727

Did she wear the same shirt?

Had she just gotten up from the sofa she'd been sitting on?

Had she also left a scent on the bed where she slept with him?

"Hello?" The woman looked timidly at the beautiful princess who appeared out of a fairy tale.

Hai Ziyu held back her tears. "Hello."

"Are you the one who lives here? We've just moved in and we haven't even gone to visit. It's really rude. " The woman smiled politely.

"Just moved in?" He sold the house? "Then where did he go?" Hai Ziyu's heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

Seeing her so excited, the Japanese woman was a little surprised, "That gentleman is really a very good person. Our whole family is very grateful to him. He seems to be saying that he will leave this place and not come back."

Leave? Disappearing again? As if his Ye Family had silently disappeared, and he disappeared mercilessly once more?

Hai Ziyu knew that she would never be able to find him again. This time, she really didn't know where to look for him.

He walked out of the apartment in a daze. There was a black business car parked in front of the door. The tall man wearing sunglasses walked up to her and said, "Miss Hai, the Grand Preceptor invites you in."

The first time he came to this room, the room was very clean because there were only three things: books, phonograph, and sofa.

"You've waited a long time," an elderly voice called out from behind him. The Grand Preceptor waved his men away and personally closed the door.

"Hello." Hai Ziyu nodded at him and helped him to the sofa.

The Grand Preceptor smiled. "Truly a well-bred young lady." He paused, "Sorry, please forgive me for investigating your background. After all, I would really like to know, what kind of woman was the one who was entangled with A-Bing."

He looked Hai Ziyu up and down. "Or maybe it's a girl."

The reason why he came back to capture Ding Yiyi was because he never thought that Siwen Bing would be entangled with an underage girl.

Hai Ziyu lowered her head sadly. He had already left. What was the point of all this?

The Grand Preceptor kept her emotions in his eyes as he calmly replied, "I know that Miss Hai chose not to go to school from a very young age and instead hired a tutor to teach at home."

Hai Ziyu nodded, she did not care about these people coming from the mouth of a stranger, she had unlimited tolerance towards those related to Siwen Bing.

"Can you play a song for an old man like me?" The Grand Preceptor suddenly made a request.

"Yes, yes, but here …" Hai Ziyu looked at the empty room. Without a piano, how could she play?

The Grand Tutor understood, and he pressed something on the table behind him. "Bring me a piano."

Ten minutes later, there were three knocks on the door, and two men came in with a piano and set it up.

Hai Ziyu sat on the piano stool with her hands on the keyboard. Almost subconsciously, she started to play the song she had played together with him for the first time.

That morning, he put his hand on the keyboard, accompanying her nimbly, telling her that he could be his music teacher.

Applause rang, and she realized that she had finished playing the song. The Grand Master pointed out, "You talked very well, because when you were playing this song, you put your feelings into it."

He stepped forward, placed one hand on the keyboard, and repeated the song. As he played, he said, "Did you know? He knows how to play the piano. Actually, I was the one who taught him this. And that song just now was the first one I taught him. "

Tears fell down onto the black keyboard. First one, then another.

The Grand Preceptor looked pitifully at the child who had his head lowered and bit his lips to hold back his tears. He sighed and said, "Miss Hai, we've only just met for the first time, we still need a gift."

Just as he finished, there was a knock on the door. The secretary pushed it open and gave him a look.

Siwen Bing was brought to this unfamiliar room by his secretary, but he didn't mind. When he heard the door open, he stood to the side.

"I've been waiting for a long time, because there's something I need to do." The Grand Preceptor walked in and sat on the sofa. "You sit as well."

Siwen Bing stood there without moving. "This is my last time here."

The Grand Preceptor sighed. "I know that this matter has been successfully resolved. This country will not fall into war again due to the greed of a few villains."

He paused. "Want to inherit Zendya?" "I am old and you are the best candidate for it. With you here, this organization will not go to the wrong direction."

"I refuse." Siwen Bing said lightly.

The Grand Preceptor smiled. "To say that you haven't changed, or that you don't want to be bound, be it a person or a thing." "But it doesn't matter. I've found the heir, a great heir."

After thinking for a while, he still could not hold it back, "Someone that even Shengdeya did not stay in for long, I'm really curious, what exactly is the charm of Ye Family that made you stay for nine years?"

Siwen Bing slightly bowed towards him. This was his respect.

"I haven't given up on you in nine years." The Grand Elder suddenly spoke up from behind him, "Nine years ago, when you were injured, I also knew that you couldn't stay in the Uruk at that time. Because it was too dangerous, I requested that scientist to bring you away."

Siwen Bing heard about the scientist again. This was the only thing he didn't understand. Who was that scientist?

It was obvious that the Grand Preceptor was just passing by when his expression suddenly became richer. "That's right, I've prepared a farewell present for you. Don't worry, I didn't catch the wrong person this time around."

Siwen Bing suddenly turned his head and looked at him seriously, "Where is she?"

The Grand Master watched him lose his cool with great interest. "Ah Bing, are you willing to let your kite be pulled by the kite string?"

"Where is he?!" Siwen Bing asked again.

She was a child who knew nothing of the world. Now that she was being taken away alone, she must have been extremely scared. It was all his fault that she was implicated once again.

"The study room." The Grand Preceptor stroked his beard as he watched the man leave with large strides.

Hai Ziyu was still grieving on her own when the door was suddenly pushed open. She watched dumbfoundedly as the people she had been yearning for day and night gradually approached.

"I'll take you." Siwen Bing pulled her wrist.

She stupidly followed his steps, looking at his back. Was this just a dream? Or was it real?

He quietly reached out and touched the hem of his clothes. It was real. He really appeared!

She tightly held his hand and didn't want to let go. She stared at his back and didn't want to leave.

Siwen Bing could feel the change in his hand strength. His body froze and he didn't stop walking.

The two walked out of the door unhindered. Inside the study, the Grand Tutor stood by the window and watched as the two entered the carriage.

Nine years ago, he was also standing in this position, watching him leave by himself. Nine years later, he was still standing in this position, he still chose to leave, but there was someone by his side.

The secretary walked to his side, "It's Mr Ye."

"Grand Preceptor, you have Ziyu?" Although there was doubt in Ye Nianmo's voice, he obviously knew that Hai Ziyu was brought here.

The Grand Preceptor looked at the road, which could no longer be seen, "Five minutes ago I was still here, and now I don't even know where I am?"

The other end of the line paused for a moment. "Roger that."

The Grand Preceptor handed the phone to his secretary and sighed. It seemed like A'Bing wouldn't be able to live her life as carefree as before.1

"She's with Siwen Bing." Ye Nianmo put down the phone.

Siwen Bing? The two of them were together? Ding Yiyi was amazed at the miraculous fate. "No way, I have to give Chu Qing a call. I don't even dare to tell her where Ziyu went."

Ye Nianmo grabbed the person and pressed him down, "You should be responsible for extinguishing the fire you lit."

"It's obviously you." Ding Yiyi grumbled, but when she heard Ye Nianmo's words, she felt that Ye Nianmo was more irrational than ever. This situation did not happen for one or two days.

She looked at him between gasps. "Is there something wrong?" "I see that you've been absent-minded for the past few days?"

Is that so? He looked at her with a heavy gaze. After hesitating for a while, he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pulled her closer. Both of them felt their vision darken.

"Tell me, am I binding you," he said in a voice filled with pain, "and are you resisting this binding?"

The Grand Preceptor had once told him that Ding Yiyi had always been bound by him, and perhaps she herself didn't like this kind of binding.

He admitted that he couldn't get away with it, that he was afraid it was true, that one day she really wouldn't be able to bear his control.

One thing was certain, he must have loved her far more than she did.

Ding Yiyi gasped for breath. Although she was so comfortable that her mind was blank, but from his eyes, it could be seen that this was perhaps the problem that had been bothering him for the past few days.

She took the initiative to put her arm around his shoulder. "If this is bondage, I'm willing." Licking his lips, he tried to express his intention more clearly. "I mean, I don't feel that this is a binding. Even if this is a binding, I still request that you properly bind me and not let go."

In the end, she was emotionally moved. She really liked him, liked everything about him.

The lip was suddenly blocked and Ye Nianmo lost control of himself. He couldn't hear, he couldn't see, and the touch of his palm couldn't calm him down.

It was great to be able to meet her!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Ding Yiyi was slightly out of breath. "Someone's here."

"I didn't hear it." Ye Nianmo was dissatisfied with her distraction, so he took a bite at the snow-white little red dot.

Ding Yiyi was lost in thought as she mumbled, "It was clearly there … hmm …"

Zhu Dan was curious. According to Ye Miao, the two of them should be in the room. But when she left, what was with Ye Miao's gaze?

Forget it. It would be the same if he said it earlier or later. It would be fine when he found her.

When he returned to the lab, he heard Lee Yixuan talking on the phone.

Haha, it really was fate. We could have dinner together. After all, the meeting had ended, and the elders had returned safely.

"Chu Qing."

His steps halted, and his high spirits slowly cooled down.

"Ziyu is very obedient, yes, this trip was indeed a bit long, but they will be back soon."

"I can't go back for the time being, because I still have work to do." He laughed out loud, "Alright, alright, if I have time, I will definitely go back."

"No need to thank me about the watch. It's good that you like it."

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