2250: C2250 Wealthy Marriage 2177

C2250 Wealthy Marriage 2177

And the male owner of this villa was clearly sullen. Even the bathtub must have a golden color. The characters engraved on it should be from the middle world, and they were still naked.

She squatted down to study it. When the bathtub was full, she turned on the massage machine. Perhaps it had been a while since she used it. The noise was a bit loud, but once it was opened, it would rumble loudly. She didn't care that much as she took off her clothes and lay down.

The water's temperature was just right, and the heat was flowing through her skin like water. She was in a daze and wanted to lie down for a while, but her consciousness suddenly drifted away and she fell asleep.

Downstairs, the steward was the first to notice that the place where the servants had eaten was on fire. He had thought that the line was old, so he quickly poured water over it, only to discover that the water lock had been turned off for some reason.

Many of the buildings here were constructed out of wood. This was a popular style in the Middle Ages. Even the floors and ceiling were made of wood. Previously, it was beautiful, but now it had become a fire aid.

Soon, he discovered that not only was this room burning, even the houses outside were starting to catch fire. The flames licked the curtains as they flew up to the ceiling, and the orange colored flames first began to burn in the corner, then merged with the other flames and turned into a large ball of flames.

The room was full of smoke, choking and choking as long as you breathed it in, and your line of sight was completely obstructed. He knew that Miss Ye was still upstairs, stumbling and looking for someone with her eyes half-open, relying on her years of familiarity with the manor.

He finally made it to the top floor and pushed open the door. There was barely anyone in sight. He called out a few more times, but there was still no response. Smoke billowed into the room.

Did he run away first when he saw the fire? He thought of the possibility, and remembering that the master's grave was still in the back garden, he hurried down to see what it was like.

Smoke rose from the bathroom door and quickly filled the entire bathroom. Ye Shuimo was awakened by the smoke and coughed violently. She quickly grabbed her bathrobe and put it on. When she opened the door, she was immediately pushed back into the bathroom by the smoke and the scorching flames.

What was going on?! There was a fire. She ran a towel through the water and tied it to her mouth and nose, then opened the door and rushed out. Her room was not on fire, but the surrounding rooms were on fire and the corridor was very hot.

After walking for a short while, the towel had been evaporated. The ash was so thick that she couldn't even open her eyes. It was impossible for her to return to the bathroom. She quickly opened a door to hide in it as she saw flames burning beside the stairs.

It was very hot in the room, and she chose a very bad one, because the flames outside the window were licking the glass along the wooden windowsill, and the glass was burning black.

If she opened the window, the fire would rush in with the wind, and after a while, this place was also filled with fire. If she did not open the window, the smoke would kill her!

She looked at the curtain and reached out her hand to pull it, but discovered that there was something inside. She pulled it over and realized that it was a water dispenser!

She did not even notice that the curtain had covered her. Although there was not much water in the bucket, it was still a lifesaver because she could not pull the curtains. She had to take off her coat, pour the water from the bucket on top of her clothes, put it on, lower the temperature, and then splash the rest of the water on her body and on the towel she had dried, covering her mouth and nose with the towel.

The whole room was filled with smoke, and the oxygen was becoming thinner and thinner. She wanted to run over and get something to block the door, to keep the ashes out, but her eyes were closed from the smoke.

No matter how hard she tried to breathe, she still felt that there wasn't enough oxygen. She poured the remaining water from the bucket onto her body and crawled forward. When her body slid across the floor, she could feel her skin burning red.

The bathrobe was strong enough to absorb water, so at least it was enough to let her down. When she tried to open the door, she found that the door was already burning and flames were seeping in through the crack. It was getting brighter and brighter.

She quickly closed the door again, took off the towel to block the door, only half blocked it, and quickly grabbed whatever was beside her. It was a stuffed animal, and even though the door was blocked, the smoke didn't drift in from outside, but the door was still burning, so it was clear that she couldn't hold on much longer.

This was supposed to be a guest room. She struggled into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the tap, only to discover that there was not a drop of water. She was afraid that she would get into the bathtub and curl up and stare blankly at the thin layer of smoke covering the ceiling.

She just lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling. When she realized that she was still holding onto her phone, she felt it was funny. She had brought nothing with her when she was running for her life, but she had actually brought a phone with her.

She initially wanted her brother to come back and save her, but when she really wanted to call him, she hesitated. Firstly, her brother might not be able to come back in time, and secondly, she had a premonition that perhaps her life would end here today. She didn't want him to die with her, even if she had to live, it would definitely be her brother.

Her tears flowed out without any symptoms, but they were quickly evaporated. Her face was dry and hot, but she couldn't feel it. She just wanted to tell her brother before she died. Since she would be dead by then, it didn't matter to everyone what they thought. Even if she couldn't get out alive and couldn't save him, she just wanted to leave a message for that person and tell him that she loved him!

An unknown object fell onto the ground outside the door, giving her a fright. She regained her senses and quickly turned on the recording function on her phone. However, for some reason, her mind was blank.

She thought for a while, and then said, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ear. She swallowed a few more times before speaking again, "Big brother, I'm in the fire now, so it's very likely that I'll be able to come in soon. I don't know what to say, you have to take care of mother in the future, I'll go look for father first, I'm sure he'll be waiting for me.

"There's one thing I want to tell you, but don't be afraid and don't feel disgusted, just treat it as your little sister making a mistake. Worst case scenario, you think that you're still very angry and can just come over to my grave and curse at me, or you don't have to see me anymore."

As she spoke, Ye Shuimo only felt her vision gradually grow blurry, and her consciousness also started to become unclear. She looked at the fire that kept coming in, and she subconsciously took two steps back into the bathtub. Leaning against the bathtub, her voice gradually became softer, "I feel a little dizzy. Big brother, I like you."

Outside the door, there was another bang. It was unknown what had fallen down, causing the entire house to shake. She suddenly felt that it wasn't enough and spoke a few more words into her phone before putting it into her bathrobe pocket. She didn't pay attention and immediately dialed the number.

Inside the car, Ye Miao's phone lit up twice. He opened the car door and put the lunchbox in the passenger seat, which happened to cover his phone.

Liu Qiang would arrive at the Manor in about ten minutes. He got off halfway to the bar to pick up the girls. Before leaving, he warmly invited them, but was heartlessly rejected. He could only leave by himself in embarrassment.2

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, he sped up his car subconsciously. Gradually, he could see the sharp roof of the manor, and then he could vaguely see the smoke.

He had a bad premonition, but soon after, his heart tightened and his hands started to tremble involuntarily. Even breathing became difficult, and he swallowed his parched throat, suppressed his anxious heart, and drove the car to the highest speed he could muster, frantically driving forward.

Ye Shuimo's heart felt like it was about to burst out of her mouth. She hoped that Ye Shuimo was not inside, but was instead …

Before the car had even stopped, he had opened the door and jumped out. The door was already being licked by flames, the flames were frantically climbing up, the roof was already black, because the door was bolted from the outside, the windows that had been broken by something fell out in flames, the gaps in the roof were filled with thick black smoke, the wood burned with a crackling sound, and the smell of burnt and choking filled his nostrils.

"Mr Ye!" The butler was waiting at the back garden. When he saw his car, he immediately ran back and the first words that came out of his mouth were, "Did you see Miss Ye/Shuimo?"

Sweat beaded on the butler's forehead. He couldn't tell if he was being roasted by fire or if Ye Shuimo was still scared inside the room. "I went to Miss Ye's room to look for her, no one was there!"

"Are you sure there's no one here?"

He dared not say anything. His shoulder was pushed away and Ye Miao rushed inside. He wanted to hold him back, but the other side ran into the sea of fire without any protection.

"I'm going to die!" Why aren't the fire brigade here yet! " He was patting his thighs as he walked around the house when he heard a flute. The fire brigade should be not far away, so he rushed out to see how long it would be before he got there.

The interior of the manor had already been heavily damaged. The first thing Ye Miao did was go to the side hall, because there was a small pond where the baby fish was reared.

Half of the water in the small pond had evaporated, and the fish inside were swimming in a half-dead state. He jumped into the pond and reached for the water lock.

He climbed out again and listened. He pried off the wooden frame he dropped from the oil painting on the ground and went back into the pool. He used the wooden frame to pry open the water lock and the water immediately gushed out.

After getting the room wet, he rushed upstairs. The stairs were burned to a crisp, and every step of his was creaking. He finally got to the second floor, and the situation on the second floor was better.

He first ran to Ye Shuimo's room. The door was wide open, and there was no one inside. Afraid that Ye Shuimo had fainted inside, he ran into every corner to take a closer look.

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