Chapter 1203

Ding Yiyi was stunned. Her eyes turned to the red Chinese invitation card. She saw clearly that there was a force in her heart. However, she pressed down, "good, that's it. I don't have many people to invite. How about you?"

"Me too." Ye chuyun grabs her hand with a gentle expression.

The hotness of his palm is too high. The more he cooperates with her to pet her and take care of her, the more guilty she is in her heart. Taking his hand out of his palm, Ding Yiyi takes out an invitation card, "let's start writing now."

In the face of her obvious avoidance, ye chuyun felt a pain in his heart, but he just nodded obediently, "OK."

"Qiubai, Enron, Xu Weiren, Shifu, Elaine, Mengjie." The pen in the hand stops on the invitation card, and the nose tip of the ballpoint pen is dyed into a small circle on the Song Dynasty.

Ye chuyun knows clearly in his heart that although he is not sure why song Mengjie wants to break with Ding Yiyi, he vaguely hears that he has something to do with ye nianmo and Hai Zhuo Xuan.

"Do what you want." He took her hand and helped her finish the last stroke of "song".

Ding Yiyi smiles at him gratefully and writes song Mengjie's invitation card. There is still a blank one left. Ye chuyun suddenly says, "give me ink, after all, I grew up with him."

Her heart in resistance, vaguely feel ye chuyun forced her to make a decision. Ye chuyun took the lead in saying, "I'm joking. I think I can invite someone else."

"Please him." Ding Yiyi grabs over and writes down ye nianmo's name on the invitation.

Throughout the night, Ding Yiyi was having a disorderly dream. One was song Mengjie looking at herself with sadness, and the other was ye nianmo's ironic smile when she held the invitation.

After the simple morning, she was out of the door. When she was a child, she was standing in the animal cemetery. The photos of Chengbao had turned white because of the rain.

"I'm engaged, Chengbao." Ding Yiyi is familiar with the opening, just like a good friend chatting, but there is a light lonely tone.

She put the red invitation card in front of the tombstone, and the wind was blowing the budding flowers in front of the tomb. The flowers swayed up and down, just like the little man nodding his blessing.

Come to the door of song Mengjie's house, and before you ring the doorbell, you can hear the noise inside.

"Song Shuhao! Xiao Xiaoli has been a horse and a cow for you all my life, just because I didn't give you a son, you rode on my head. "

"What nonsense do you say?"

"I'm bullshit! You ask your heart if what I said is bullshit. You say you have nothing to do with that woman? Dare you touch your conscience

"I don't want to talk to you."

Door Huo was opened, song Shuhao saw Ding Yiyi after a Leng, "Yi."

"Hello, uncle song." Ding Yiyi looked at him awkwardly. Xiao Xiaoli gave Ding Yiyi a white eye and went to the room and slammed the door.

Song Shuhao's face was not good-looking, or patiently asked: "what's the matter?"

Ding Yiyi quickly handed the invitation card in his hand, "I'm going to be engaged. I called Mengjie, but she didn't answer it, so I want to ask Uncle to help me transfer it."

Song Shuhao casually took the invitation and put it on the porch. "The last time I asked her not to go to the Tibetan area to teach her, she did. I can't control her. Now she's not in Dongjiang. I'll keep it for you. If she can't see it, she can say something else."

His tone is not very good, it seems that he still wants to continue to complain. Ding Yiyi said hello in a few words and then fled in confusion.

Sitting in the taxi, her docking down to the place to suddenly proliferate fear, an hour later she stood at the door of Ye's house, but refused to ring the doorbell.

In the heart struggle unceasingly, she simply inserts the invitation card on the iron gate, turns to want to leave.

"Yiyi?"

Xia Yihan thought he was wrong. When he approached, he saw the red invitation card she was going to insert on the gate.

"I heard that it's Hechu Yun." Xia Yihan said quietly.

Ordinary conversation let Ding Yi less pressure and discomfort, she nodded, "well, the date has been set, just half a month later."

Xia Yihan sighs in her heart. Aoxue and Ding Yiyi are sisters. They fall in love with the same man. Ye chuyun and ye nianmo are brothers. They fall in love with the same woman. She can't be partial to either side.

"Do you really think about it?" Xia Yihan asked.

Ding Yiyi didn't know how to answer. He wanted to nod, but his head seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"This is my only chance. I can't forgive him." When she spoke, she found her voice hoarse.

Turning around in a hurry, she was eager to escape from here. She was even afraid that ye nianmo would suddenly appear. Xia Yihan's voice came from behind her, "read Mo, he's not here. I'll take care of it when he comes back."

Ding Yiyi stopped in a hurry and said thanks, and then fled in confusion. Xia Yihan looked at her back and sighed silently.

Dubai is four hours away from home. At this time, the bell rings in the early morning. A large number of Middle East people and Indians are wandering on the street. A magnificent building on the block is very attractive.Not to mention the huge dark space, the blue satin seats are arranged in a trapezoidal shape, and the huge table in the middle is very attractive.

English and Arabic are rising and falling, and there are also many faces and languages of Oriental people.

"The heart of the ocean is in the third booth." The Arab devotes himself to translating ye nianmo. He is more willing to deal with the Chinese than the Middle East man who has a strong body smell.

At the beginning of the auction, a middle Easterner went directly to the stage, said a few scene words, and then directly started the auction. There was a red button beside each seat. If you want to bid, you can click it directly. Then input the number on the video board, and the auction station will naturally receive the bidding information.

The first one is a piece of Chinese porcelain. People at the scene talked about it and the Arabs translated it conscientiously. "It is said that this bowl was used by Zhu Yuanzhang in the Ming Dynasty. In Dubai, Chinese things are still very popular."

When he spoke, the porcelain on the stage had already been fried to 150000 US dollars. Ye Bo and ye nianmo both knew that the porcelain had a high false content, but no one told us.

Soon came to the third exhibit. Ye nianmo's eyes were shocked and his back straightened.

Under the blue velvet cover, a water drop like diamond glitters, the host made a rare simple introduction, and the Arab quickly translated for him.

"The heart of the ocean is made in South Africa. It contains no impurities inside and is cut in the classic emerald shape. The price is US $10 million, equivalent to nearly hundreds of millions of RMB."

After translating, the Arab was also very excited. When the young man found him, he directly expressed that he came for the heart of the sea. He thought that this man must be not simple, but when the hammer hammered, the diamond was bought by another Middle Eastern man, and there was no sign of this man.

"I can't buy it now. The Middle East man is famous for his hard work. He has some contacts with the Italian mafia. Unless we play a game with him, we can't make him spit out the things."

Arab fear said, and the Middle East to play a game less than 10 minutes, win can take what they want for free, but so far, few people dare to find him.

"Revolver."

In the dark, ye nianmo's voice quickly drowned in the crowd, but it was clearly audible.

At the end of the auction, ye nianmo got up and went to the Middle East people who were preparing to stand.

"He wants to play with you with a revolver," the Arab said, trembling

The Middle East man pulled out a meaningful smile under his dense beard, "do you want the heart of the ocean?"

After Arab translation, ye nianmo nods, and the man suddenly pulls out a pistol and presses it against ye nianmo's jaw. The speed is too fast for people to react.

Arabic Translator legs are scared soft, a force back, ye Bo quietly pulled him, whispered in English: "don't panic."

Middle East people also seem to know English. They took a look at Ye Bo and ye nianmo with great interest. After half a shot, he put away his pistol and said, "you are very good. You are qualified to play."

Arab quickly translated, ye nianmo frowned, "when to start."

The Middle East people motioned him to follow him out. Outside the door, a Mercedes Benz SLR stopped at the side of the road. Ye Bo lowered his voice and said, "young master, the unsafe factors will increase."

The man looks at ye nianmo with great interest. Ye nianmo waves into the car. The Arabic Translator wants to run. Ye Bo grabs the other man's collar and goes to the car that the young master comes from.

The car drove into the basement of a mansion. People got off the car and took the elevator in the basement directly. Out of the third floor elevator, ye nianmo was stopped.

"Who do you play with him?" The deep eyes of the Middle East people revolve between Ye Nian ink cartridge and ye Bo.

After Arab translation, yebo took the lead and said, "young master, I will come."

"I don't need disobedient subordinates." Ye nianmo frowned, just wanted to ask Arab translator, ye Bo covered Arab's mouth early.

"Young master, have you ever thought about Madam and master, if there is something really, I can't explain it." Ye Bo regretted that he had not tried his best to stop the young master.

The young master has long known that the price of the ocean heart is very high. The Ye family's ocean heart is only a quarter of the one sold today. The Ye family can't afford it. The only way is to satisfy the Middle Eastern people's bad taste and play with a revolver.

"That's enough." Ye nianmo's face was so cold that ye Bo had to keep quiet.

The Middle East nodded and said, "only those who play games can come in."

Ye nianmo entered the door alone, but there was no use in the door. It was a huge apartment building with a small golf course and a large green space.

Apart from golf courses, medieval bars and other gambling paraphernalia, Middle Easterners clapped their hands, and others put down their activities and came together.

"Now let's talk about the rules. You Chinese value rules most." The Middle East people finished a sentence and looked at the Arabs, who quickly translated.In the game of revolver's life plate, a bullet is inserted into the revolver, and the player puts the pistol on the forehead. Every time the trigger is knocked, it means that every chamber in the barrel may be turned. As long as it is knocked five times, the player will win, otherwise the game will end.