2436: C2436 Married to a Rich Family 2363

C2436 Married to a Rich Family 2363

Ma Jiang stood up. Ding Yiyi, Dong Qing, Ye Shuimo and Ye Miao sat at the same table. Everyone was just having fun, the stakes weren't high. On the other side, Ye Chuqing came over to take a look, "It's only 10 yuan per round, what's so fun about that?" "If you can't arouse my fighting spirit, then I will make the decision to bet 10,000 yuan!"

The boss added, "Ten thousand for a game?" Let me remind you, if Lian Zhuang doesn't have one more, the number would automatically double … Everyone, you have to be more careful! "

Everyone laughed and began to sign their cards, agreeing with Ye Chuqing's proposal. The boss knew that these people had special statuses and were not lacking in money, so he didn't say anything. With a smile, he stood behind Ye Shuimo and watched the crowd play.

As she spoke, she had already grasped the first card. Ye Shuimo straightened the cards and bitterly smiled in her heart. This hand was either missing one card or nine cards. He was also missing one card. There was no side chapter to the bread and pancake.

"Fifty thousand!" Ding Yiyi, who was sitting to the east, played a fifty thousand yuan card.

"Eat, 10,000."

The moment Ding Yiyi made her move, Ye Miao ate a chapter and threw out thirty to forty thousand yuan. Then, he threw out a chapter ten thousand.

"Eat. Ninety thousand."

Dong Qing then ate up ten thousand yuan and wrote another ninety thousand yuan.

Ye Shuimo is missing Wan Zi, so she definitely can't touch him. As she reached out to grab a card, Ding Yiyi suddenly shouted, "Bang!" "I'm rich!"

Three of them fell to the ground. Dong Qing once again made a fortune in one of the chapters.

Then...

After two rounds of playing, Ye Shuimo was like a spectator. She didn't even have the chance to touch her cards.

By the third lap, she had managed to get a chapter forty thousand, and he threw a chapter and three at her.

"Hu La!"

The three of them pushed their cards at the same time. Not only did Ye Shuimo give them a shot, but she also fired three shots at the same time. If they counted up to now, they would instantly be out for more than a hundred thousand yuan.

Ye Miao took out his wallet, took out a gold card and handed it to Ye Shuimo. The latter took it and handed it to the owner, "Boss, let's swipe the card."

The boss thought, isn't this the money from the left pocket to the right pocket?

Second Circle

Ye Shuimo still had a lousy hand, but it was still better than the previous game. She was almost done playing and was just waiting for the second card.

However, those who were waiting left and right never came back.

"Second cake."

Ye Miao released a second biscuit. Her eyes lit up, and when she saw that it was one, she dimmed. She sighed almost inaudibly, "Two, ah, two, where are you?"

Ye Miao felt it was funny. He lowered his head to look at his cards and tapped the two cards he had touched. He was already confused, but … "Two."

"Hu La!" Ye Shuimo happily turned over the cards, happily grabbed two cards and put them into the card. Then, she got closer to see Ye Miao's cards. Ye Miao calmly turned over the cards and handed her a card from his wallet.

The boss, who was watching from the side, sighed. How could he still play this game? All of them were trying to make sure that their opponent would win. Having played mahjong for so long, he had truly experienced it for himself.

The rain outside did not stop. Instead, it started to rain harder. Ye Shuimo's table was the most lively as everyone continued to play mahjong in the living room.

"Nine?" Dong Qing asked Ding Yiyi, who nodded. "Sure."

Nine out …

"I'll make a biscuit?"

Ding Yiyi shook her head and said, "No, I'm Bei Feng."

"Alright." Ye Shuimo watched as the biscuit was withdrawn. She looked at it for a while longer and felt regretful. She really wanted to have a try with a biscuit.

In the next round, the perceptive Ye Miao very naturally made his lover happy. The cards on this table were really up to you, the two men were thinking of ways to let the women win. The boss shook his head and walked to the other table to watch others play cards.

Ding Yiyi was still injured, so she waved her hand to indicate that she didn't want to play anymore. Dong Qing, seeing that she wasn't feeling well, naturally agreed.

Ye Miao accompanied Ye Shuimo to eat the rice brew ball. Dong Qing and the farmer asked for a room for Ding Yiyi to rest in.

The rain lasted all afternoon before it stopped at night. Although they had spent the day in the rain, there was a different kind of joy to it.

When they were about to get in the car, Ding Yiyi already felt a chill in her nose, but she didn't say anything.

After only ten minutes or so of driving downtown, she felt even worse. Her head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to burst, and her eyes were burning.

Dong Qing felt that something was wrong with the people around her. She stopped the car and looked around, and touched her forehead. The temperature was so hot that it could burn one's hand.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine after a while." Ding Yiyi had a thick nasal voice when she spoke, and her eyes were red from the fever.

Hai Zhuoxuan, who was driving in front of them, saw that the car behind them had stopped. He also backed up the car and asked, "What happened?"

"Yi Yi is having a fever. I'll take her to the hospital first." Dongqing took off her jacket, wrapped her body up into a ball, and stepped on the accelerator as she rushed towards the nearest hospital.

Ding Yiyi really had a fever. It was probably because of the rain and the cold wind in the hall, so she had a fever of 38 degrees Celsius when she first arrived at the hospital.

Ye Family stayed for a few hours. When it was almost 10 pm, Dong Qing told everyone to go back. He would be fine here alone. Everyone knew that he was a reliable person. With him here, the patient would be fine, so they went back.

The room became quiet, and the person on the bed was still sleeping. The hospital was not particularly large, and was surrounded by construction, so it was a bit noisy. He walked over to make sure that the windows were closed, then pulled the curtains shut to make sure no wind could come in, then pulled a chair over and sat down.

The bedside lamp was on, and Ding Yiyi's hands were resting on the bed. Her fingers were long and slender, clearly not particularly thin, but the blood vessels on the back of her hands were clearly visible.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to grab the hand that he yearned for, but just as he was about to let go, his heart thumped in his chest.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of trying it out with others in all these years he had loved her, but no woman could make him feel this flustered after trying it out again and again.

Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many things with her, so those memories were too thick, so thick that other women could not compare with it, so thick that he could not forget and could not escape.

"Thirsty."

Ding Yiyi said subconsciously. She felt a fire burning in her throat as her heart thirsted for water. A gentle voice beside her ear said, "Yiyi, the water is here."

That call was gentle, as if it was a gentle call that she hadn't heard for a long time. Her body trembled, forcing herself to wake up.

"Yiyi?" Dong Qing's gaze was worried. Even after she woke up, she still looked confused. "Drink some water," she said softly.

She struggled to her feet, her back immediately covered with a soft pillow. Holding the cup, she took a sip.

"You were sweating just now. Since you've woken up, you should wipe your face before sleeping." Dongqing tucked her in, then turned and went to the bathroom.

Ding Yiyi held the glass of water and followed the people in the narrow bathroom with her eyes. What does a woman want? At most, there would be a person accompanying her during the night when she was screaming and shouting about thirst.

What does Dong Qing want? How could she express her gratitude? She lowered her head, the water in her glass rippling with her movement.

"There's no water heater here. Fortunately, there's a pot that's cooked. I've scalded the towel and tested its softness. You can use it."

Dongqing carried a hot towel to the bed. Just as she was about to shake the towel off, her hand was grabbed. His heart skipped a beat and the hot towel fell to the ground.

Ding Yiyi didn't let go as she looked at him softly. The latter seemed to have understood something and stood there in disbelief, her eyes moist and hot.

The next day, Ye Shuimo specifically took a leave of absence to come to the hospital to deliver breakfast. Ye Miao came together and when the two of them arrived, Dong Qing was sitting beside the sickbed, watching Ding Yiyi eat breakfast.0

"Looks like I'm late." Ye Shuimo put the Lunch Box to the side.

Ye Miao looked at the two of them curiously. He felt that something was wrong.

Ding Yiyi finished her breakfast, put down the bowl, and took the hot towel from Dong Qing. After wiping her hands, she handed it back.

Ye Shuimo was stunned. "All of you …" "That …?"

Her heart was thumping rapidly. It can't be that the match was really a success, right? She really didn't understand when it happened.

Ye Miao brought the frightened person to his side and said, "Mom, I've already ordered someone to bring you home for a rest later. Shuimo and I will be leaving first."

"Go back to your work." The two of them looked at each other and understood what was going on.

Ye Miao knew from his mom's eyes that the other person had an idea. It was all her decision that made him feel relieved. He then led his lover out of the room, who was still stunned by what he had just said.

"Did I think wrong? Did the two of them …?" together? "

"Right." Ye Miao helped her fasten her seat belt. He felt funny in his heart. Didn't they always play tricks on each other? Now it was a success, but he was scared silly.

Ye Shuimo held the pillow in her arms. "How should I put it?" Was there a confession? There was clearly no movement a few days ago, right? Isn't this going to be too quick? "

"Nope." First, his mother and Uncle Dong Qing were not young people. People at their age had already thought through everything thoroughly, and didn't need young people to be tangled up with each other, thinking that they should be together. Second, due to the many years of conflict between Uncle Dongqing and his mother, the two of them had long surpassed the relationship between normal friends, and even if they weren't together, the bond between them was still very deep.

He wanted to be happy. He wanted his mother to be happy, even if it was her starting point to make Uncle Dongqing happy.

Ye Shuimo muttered under her breath, but her hand was still being held. She did not know what was going on, so she turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ye Miao held her hand and solemnly kissed the back of her hand, "We also want to be happy."

On their way back to the city center, the class monitor sent them a message about the Autumn Games. Every class had to have someone to participate in it. As for the women's event, since Ye Shuimo was the only class she attended, the class monitor could just send her the items and let her choose.

"Then I want this, I want that, I want that, I want that too. I want that to sign up too, why don't you all do it for the honor of your class?" Ye Shuimo was ambitious and ambitious, but Ye Miao had to take into account her actual situation. He took the iPad and looked at the item that was chosen on the application form. He immediately disagreed.

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