2026: C2026 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1953

C2026 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1953

2Behind him, Liu Qiang sighed, "The young miss is walking further and further away from us, and what's wrong with her foot? It looks so painful and injured, forget it, I'll go help her up. If she keeps walking like this, she won't be able to stand it anymore."<ins id="1067137" data-width="308" data-height="298"

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Liu Qiang laughed and joked, "To think that you can actually have intimate contact with Eldest Miss."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car door beside them opened and Siwen Bing got off.

Hai Ziyu felt an excruciating pain in her heels as she walked, but she couldn't stop or take off her shoes. She began to regret why she didn't like the idea of carrying her phone with her.

When her arm was held by someone, it was lightly pulled. Her mind was in a mess, so when she was held, she couldn't stand properly. She fell to the side and landed in her embrace.

Siwen Bing had only wanted her to stop, but he didn't expect her to fall into his arms.

"It hurts."

He put her on the right side and looked at her rubbing the tip of her nose. Her eyes suddenly became surprised. "How come it's you?"

"Let's get in the car first." He glanced at his high heels and calmly held Hai Ziyu's arm to make her stand more comfortably.

Just as he turned around, there was no sign of the jeep on the street. He frowned and was about to take out his phone to call the other party when he realized that his phone was out of battery.

Hai Ziyu's mind was filled with only two thoughts. Why was he here? Plus, he just went out randomly this morning. He only had a light makeup on. He was sweating from walking just now, so his makeup must be terrible now.

"Let's go over there for a while." Siwen Bing held Hai Ziyu's arm with one hand as he gestured for her to go to the grocery store on the side.

She took off her high heels. A large part of her delicate heels had indeed been grinded off, and her wounds were bright red.

Siwen Bing went to the grocery store to buy a Band-Aid. After tearing it open, he handed it to her. "For the time being, stick it on the wound and temporarily use it."

Hai Ziyu took it. She couldn't lift her legs in her dress, so she had to bend down and stretch her hands behind her ankles. The first Band-Aid was crooked.

One of his hands took the remaining Band-Aid from her hand. Siwen Bing sat down and drove her leg onto his thigh. Then he tore open the Band-Aid package and helped her attach it.

After posting the Band-Aid, he stuck two more pieces on the heel of his high heels. Hai Ziyu tried it on and said, "It really doesn't hurt anymore."

"Let's go. Where's the driver?"

"North Gate, but I don't feel any pain. I can walk through it." Hai Ziyu had a few thoughts in her mind. She wanted to walk a little longer with him.

Siwen Bing didn't have any objections. He held her head and got up. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with her, he then led her towards the school gate.

The driver had been waiting at the school gate for a long time. Seeing Eldest Miss open the door for her, Siwen Bing ordered the driver to get a doctor to check Hai Ziyu's heels for her before he stood still.

Hai Ziyu was afraid of her own stubbornness. Desiring only made the other party move further and further away, so she stopped bothering him and obediently waited for the driver to drive.

After that, Siwen Bing went to the villa. This time, the man in black neither read nor listened to music. He just sat there facing the window. Although there was only a vast sky outside the window, he could look at it for a long time without moving.

The man in black didn't have much of a reaction after relaying the news of the past few days to the other party, as if Siwen Bing thought too much into it at the beginning.

Siwen Bing's mood was also very complicated. He was familiar with this person whom he had talked to, and he always felt a little different. What was the reason for him to walk this path?

"You seem to have something to say? I really don't look like you. "

"I have nothing to say, and I don't want to say it."

The man in black lifted his chin slightly and looked at the sky. "You know what I mean?"

Siwen Bing's gaze darkened, "Yes."

"Why don't you ask me?"

"Don't ask."

The man in black turned around, and the shadow on his face under the big hat seemed to be sizing up the young man in front of him. He suddenly exclaimed, "Back then, I saw you lying on the ground under the cliff with flies all over your body and your wound already starting to pus. At that time, I was thinking, maybe saving you was a kind of cruelty to you, and death might be your final destination."

Siwen Bing continued to stand and listen. He didn't seem to be very excited by what he had heard.

"But when I left, I hesitated. I am not a god, so why did I interfere with your life? Why was I unmoved when facing someone who needs help? I saved you and brought you home to the old housekeeper. "

He sighed, "The Samsara of karma really exists. I'll save you, and you'll help me accomplish what I want to do. Is this considered my luck or yours?"

Siwen Bing's expression changed, "Why? Why are you pursuing the blissful world?"

"People, there will always be things they care about, whether it's fame, money or people. In the beginning, I also heard rumors of the blissful world and thought that the medicine there would be able to save the dead. "

Jiejie's eerie laughter came from his hoarse throat, which made him seem very scary in the empty house.

"You will always understand that feeling. You will do everything you can to save her, even if it means destruction. While I was searching for the Paradise, I coincidentally found out about a scam. The person I wanted to save isn't actually dead, and the reason why I wanted to look for the Paradise no longer exists. However, I have already been attracted by it.

The conversation ended abruptly, as if the clock suddenly stopped. The man in black did not feel that there was anything abnormal about stopping midway. Siwen Bing's attitude was also the same.

The black-clothed man suddenly changed the topic, "You have worked hard to care about the Ye Family."

Siwen Bing knew that this was the sign of the end of the conversation, so he said no and left.

The black clothed man watched his back as he left. After a while, he turned his gaze back to the window, heavily sighing as he looked at the blue sky.

Ye Family, a person sneakily carried a big mask around his neck as he peeked inside the big iron gate, his eyes revealing a sense of urgency.

He came here with the intention of probing Ye Family to see if he noticed that person. After seeing this person, who was sticking his head out and poking his head out of the door, he grabbed onto the person's collar and pressed him down on the car without hesitation, "Who are you, what do you want to do?"

Hearing the familiar sound of shouting, he let go and coldly looked at the uninvited person in front of him.

Wang Ziwen was beaten up pretty badly. There were many spots on his face, especially the tip of his nose. He looked red and swollen for some reason, like a clown in a circus.

The two of them had never met before. Wang Ziwen stared at them for a while before asking, "Are you from Ye Family?"

Siwen Bing couldn't deny it, so he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wang Ziwen actually heard from his roommate that Hai Ziyu had come to find him and became too excited. He ran over eagerly, but he felt like he lost the last of his impression and was too embarrassed to ring the doorbell.

Looking at the man in front of him, he was a little excited. He quickly took out a bunch of roses from the back seat of the sports car. It looked like there were thousands of roses.

"Bro, let's talk. I'll give you the money. Help me bring this flower to Ziyu. Tell her that I'm sorry, but I won't do it when she finds me. I'll immediately find her when I finish."

One of the things he did was to wait until the wounds on his face had at least faded, and at least he didn't look as horrible as a murderer breaking out of prison.

Siwen Bing looked at the rose in front of him, "How much do you like her?"

"If the thieves like it, I'll bring it out with me." Just as Wang Ziwen finished his sentence, his arm was suddenly grabbed in the opposite direction. He also heard the bones in his arm creak.

Siwen Bing's voice sounded very dangerous, "You have face?"

Wang Ziwen was in pain. He shouted for his opponent to let him go first, and when the man let go, he immediately took a few steps back. He had been really unlucky recently. His body was always injured.

"Please, do you think we know the kind of love that goes down the mountain? Young people are always like this when they fall in love, it's like this when they look at each other, separate when they don't feel anything. Do you think we're still the same old antiques from the 1950s and 1960s that can't even be divorced?" Wang Ziwen looked at him obediently, "Are you going to be her pursuer as well?"

"No."

Wang Ziwen heaved a sigh of relief. He took out his wallet and took out 500 yuan from it, "Whether I can help or not, all I need to do is to give her the flowers and I'll get this 500 yuan."

Siwen Bing shifted his gaze to Flower, "She doesn't like you."1

Wang Ziwen was angered by Wang Ziwen's words. He thought to himself, "Why are people so slow? Why are they always helping when they're not helping? What are you doing? Why are you talking to people about love issues?"

What does it matter? If you don't like me, then just chase. How many people fall in love at first sight? Most of them don't fall in love with you.

"Bring the flowers."

The other party was suddenly willing to help. Wang Ziwen was surprised for a moment, he obviously still hadn't reacted, so he quickly handed the bouquet to him.

"Where's the money?"

The latter handed over the money with both hands. Siwen Bing glanced at it, "Send 500 to me?"

Wang Ziwen didn't care whether it was 500 or 1000. It was just a little bit more money, so he took out 500 yuan and handed it over.

Siwen Bing took the flowers and drove into the mansion. He parked the car in the garage and was about to leave the garage with the flowers.

"Miaomiao."

He crouched down and dragged a fat cat out from under a BMW.

The cat was British Shorthair, and it was raised fat by others. Other than its normal size of face, its body was round. The moment it lay on the ground, it would become a puddle of soft mud.

Siwen Bing touched its head and looked at the tag on its neck. It should have an owner.

Fat Cat grabbed his arm and started to chew, her eyes narrowing as if she was enjoying the meal.

He did not mind as he squatted down for the other party to nibble on. He said lazily, "You're so old and you're still grinding your teeth?"

He placed the rolled up note in front of Cat and touched its head. "Use it to grind your teeth."

When they arrived at the hall, a servant came up to welcome them. His gaze was naturally attracted by the flowers, "Mr Siwen."

"For Miss." Siwen Bing passed it over and asked the lady where she was, then went to talk with her.

When Sofia saw her colleague standing there with a bunch of roses in a daze, she curiously asked. When she found out that Siwen Bing gave them to Eldest Miss, she was also stunned.

The maid wanted to give it to the eldest miss, but she suddenly felt sick in her stomach and wanted to go to the toilet, so she asked Sofia to help.

Inside the room, Hai Ziyu jumped up from the bed. "You said he gave this to me?"

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