1812: C1812 Wealthy Marriage 1739

C1812 Wealthy Marriage 1739

In the washroom, Hai Qingqing finished fixing her makeup. She came out and asked in an inquisitive tone, "That child … has a good impression of you, Yiyi."

Ding Yiyi jumped in fright. After hesitating for a while, she slowly nodded her head. "I will keep my distance from him."

Hai Qingqing didn't say anything else. She had a complicated expression on her face. Ye Chuyun loved Ding Yiyi, but in the end, it didn't end well. This man who looked exactly like his son also liked Ding Yiyi, but it still didn't end well.

Thinking up to here, she felt extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't walk anymore and even started to hate Ding Yiyi.

Why, she just wouldn't accept her son, why couldn't she be with him! She was the only person in his short life.

Ding Yiyi was shocked by the hatred in the voice beside her. "What happened to you?"

Hai Qingqing came back to her senses and lowered her head to hide her emotions. When she raised her head again, she returned to being that gentle woman. "Sorry, I was a little dazed just now."

After dinner, the few of them walked out of the restaurant. Hai Qingqing held onto Dong Qing's hand and refused to let go.

"I will be staying at the Dongjiang City for a period of time. I will come to see you then." Dongqing let her hold on while she glanced at Ding Yiyi.

Mo Xiaojun knew that the boy in front of them was not the kind of good obedient child who would help others. Just from the situation when they met each other for the first time, there was only one reason why he could agree so readily.

He looked at Ding Yiyi and understood that it was because of her that the child was willing to do so many things.

On the way, Ye Nianmo came to pick up Ding Yiyi. Seeing how the two of them were acting, Hai Qingqing looked at Dong Qing, who was standing at the side, with a bit of discomfort in her eyes.

"I can't stand it." After Hai Qingqing returned to the hotel, she impatiently paced around the room, "Did you see the child's eyes? My heart is almost unable to breathe! "

Mo Xiaojun hurriedly comforted her, "After all, he is not Chuyun, and when she appeared, Yi Yi was already married to Nianmo."

Hai Qingqing covered her eyes, tears flowing from her fingers, "I can't let it go. That child is so similar to Chuyun, maybe God has pitied me, pitied our son, and given us a chance to atone for our sins."

Mo Xiaojun sighed. He loved his son's feelings, but wasn't it the same? As a man, he could only suppress his impulsiveness.

"Do you want to stay at home for a few days?" He purposely changed the topic. Ever since Ye Chuyun died, the two of them had lived abroad for a long time, occasionally returning to Dongjiang City. They didn't go back home, instead choosing to stay in a hotel and use this time to escape from their thoughts.

Hai Qingqing nodded. She seemed to have finally calmed down. "Alright, let's go back sometime."

The next day, Ding Yiyi received a call from Hai Qingqing, asking her to accompany her back home. In fact, Ding Yiyi remembered that she had never been to Ye Chuyun's house before, so she agreed as soon as she thought of it.

"Who called?" Ye Nianmo put his arm around her body and leaned his head against her neck.

Ding Yiyi struggled, "Is the company alright recently?"

Ever since she recovered her memories, Ye Nianmo had been at home for a long time. He didn't work in the morning, and he hugged her emotionally at all times!

"Why are you struggling?" He turned her face to the side, watching her expression, the warm breath on her delicate cheeks.

She leaned her head back. "Don't get that close."

Ye Nianmo squinted his eyes. He leaned forward and wrapped his arm around her waist. The two of them were even closer. "If you don't explain the reason, then I won't let you go today."

What a scoundrel. Ding Yiyi glared at him snappily while feeling shy. "It's like this every day. I'm not used to it."

"Oh?" He raised his voice and leaned in with a smile, "Then slowly adapt. We have a lot of time."

Boom! Boom! Boom! The sound of water spilling and the smell of burning made Ding Yiyi start. She quickly pushed past the people on the path.

"The soup has already turned into this, the bottom of the pot is already sticky, and there's even a burnt smell." She was a bit depressed.

Ye Nianmo moved closer to take a look, "Where's Sofia and Madame Meng?"

"Today is Children's Open. The two of them took Shuimo to the Botanical Garden to draw her up." Ding Yiyi put her hands on the handle of the pot. She forgot that when the soup came out, it was very hot from the steam. When she held it, she immediately jumped up.

Ye Nianmo quickly took her hand and put it under the tap to cool down. Only when he saw that there was no obvious redness on her face did he feel at ease.

She pulled him to the door. "Stand here."

He turned around and skillfully cleaned up the counter. He opened fire, poured oil into it and then wrapped the egg roll in a layer of bread powder. He waited until the oil was hot in the wok before placing the egg roll down.

Ding Yiyi leaned on the doorjamb and looked at the busy figure in the kitchen. "I remember that we used to live together. At that time, the food you cooked was very delicious."

Ye Nianmo's busy figure paused for a second before he responded. Then, he slowed down the speed at which he was flipping the egg roll in his hand.

The one time they lived together, she still left, for a lot of reasons to separate them.

"It's great to be with you." Ding Yiyi said with a smile.

The chopsticks holding the egg roll fell to the ground. Before she could regain her senses, she had already been embraced by a warm embrace.

Ding Yiyi's ears were filled with the sweet smell of the fried egg roll and the warm embrace. For a moment, Ding Yiyi was indescribably happy.

Ding Yiyi was still a little surprised when Hai Qingqing took the initiative to invite her. Because of Ye Chuyun's death, she always felt that Hai Qingqing purposely avoided her.

After all, no one was willing to think about their sad past. Her mind was in a mess as she found a villa for the second test according to the address given by Hai Qingqing.

The surrounding area of the villa was filled with flowers and plants, and the lawn was beautifully mowed. It was obvious that someone had come here to fix it regularly.

The door was not closed, so she said into the intercom: "Hello, I'm Yiyi."

"Yiyi, wait a moment." Hai Qingqing moved in front of the camera and the door opened.

Hai Qingqing was very cordial. She held Chuyun's hand the moment she entered the room. "This is the place where Chuyun lived when he was young. Do as you please and treat this place as your own home."

"Alright." Ding Yiyi smiled as she sized up the furnishings in the room.

The design of the house revealed a delicate gentleness. His uncle seemed to be quite carefree, so it was unlikely that he had designed it.

Her eyes fell to one wall, the white walls marked with colored marker pens.

"Chuyun didn't like to talk when he was young, but he had an inexplicable sense of perseverance towards height." Hai Qingqing walked to her side and looked at the wall gently.

"Why?" Only then did Ding Yiyi realize that she knew too little about Ye Chuyun.

Hai Qingqing laughed and said, "Isn't it because of Xiaojun? It's normal for children to wet their beds. He and Chuyun said that the child who wet his bed won't grow taller and can only become as tall as the seven dwarfs. One day, Chuyun wet his bed and cried loudly.

Ding Yiyi couldn't help laughing. She didn't expect Ye Chuyun to be so cute. When she first met him, he was so serious.

"That's right, Yiyi, why don't you call that child Dongqing over. It was I who lost my composure that day, I've always wanted to personally thank him for that."

It was quite normal for her to have such thoughts. Ding Yiyi said, "I'll give him a call and ask if he's free."

On the phone, Dong Qing happily agreed. This made Hai Qingqing very happy, and she treated Ding Yiyi even better.

When Dong Qing arrived, Ding Yiyi and Hai Qingqing were looking at a picture of Ye Chuyun. Seeing her, Hai Qingqing got up happily and asked him to sit beside Ding Yiyi.

Ding Yiyi was a little surprised by her actions, but she didn't investigate it too deeply. She placed the photo album on Dong Qing's knee and said, "This is the appearance of the man who looks very much like you when he was young."

Dong Qing took it and carefully read a few pages. She smiled and said, "Even when I was young, I looked very much like him."

"Is that so?" Hai Qingqing took over the conversation and looked at him lovingly. "Mister Dongqing and we are very fated to be together."

She got up and said, "It's been a long time since we came back to this house, and the nanny won't be able to come today. I'll go get you some good food to eat."2

"I'll help you." Ding Yiyi hurriedly stood up.

"No need, no need. My cooking is not for outsiders to know." Hai Qingqing smiled as she walked into the kitchen.

Without Hai Qingqing, there was a trace of silence at the scene, and the two of them were sitting rather close to each other.

"What about yours?" Dong Qing suddenly said.

"What?" He didn't understand.

He pointed at the album. "Compared to this, I'm more concerned about how you looked when you were a kid."

"When I was a child," Ding Yiyi recalled when she used to live with her father. In the summer, when the weather was very hot, his father would put the watermelon in a cold place.

The smell at that time was something that she would never forget. She suddenly felt homesick, and even though she called back to check on him after she recovered her memories, she still hadn't returned home to take a look.

"It's nothing. When I was young, I had nothing to say." She stood up and took a sip of water, then took the opportunity to sit on the other side.

Naturally, they had to go out for lunch. Mo Xiaojun came to pick up the two. Originally, he wanted to let Dongqin sit in the front passenger seat, but Hai Qingqing beat him to it, "I just happened to have something to talk about with him. You guys sit in the back."

Dong Qing and Ding Yiyi sat together naturally. When they arrived at the dining hall, Hai Qingqing helped Dong Qing with the food while teasing, "Dong Qing, why don't you help Yi Yi with the food? She really likes to eat bamboo shoots."

"Is that so?" Dong Qing added a large amount of bamboo shoots to Ding Yiyi's bowl.

Mo Xiaojun couldn't bear to see this any longer, so he coughed lightly and said, "I won't say anymore, but when it comes to eating, we're all young people. We have to be self-reliant."

After dinner, Hai Qingqing asked Dong Qing to send Ding Yiyi home. She only got in the car after the two of them left.

Returning to the hotel, Mo Xiaojun still couldn't help but open his mouth, "Qingqing, Yiyi is married to Nianmo now. Although it's a pity, it's too obvious."

Hai Qingqing looked at him and suddenly burst into tears, "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to do something on Chuyun's behalf. Do you think I'm that bad?"

"How could that be?" Mo Xiaojun was in so much pain that he immediately hugged her to comfort her, "It's my bad, saying all this makes you angry."

He comforted her carefully, seeing that she had calmed down, he said, "Let's go back abroad, everything here is almost settled."

Hai Qingqing was a little unwilling. "Can you give me some more time?" I want him to do it a few more times. "

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