Chapter 1857

After the funeral, Ding Yi follows ye nianmo in silence, and suddenly bumps into the broad back, and she looks up.

Ye nianmo did not turn her head. She could only see the very short sideburns and the tight lipped corners of her side face.

She waited patiently, waiting for him to speak, and finally said nothing.

On the way back, ye nianmo answers the phone temporarily and goes to deal with business affairs. She stands alone at the gate of the cemetery. After hearing the steady and firm footsteps, she subconsciously turns back, "Dad."

Ye Zimo's face was haggard. Under his eyes, there was a strong green black. He nodded in silence, "come here, I have something to say."

When the breeze was blowing, she stood uneasily. "I'm sorry for everything. I'll make up for the debt my father owes."

"How to make up for it?" Ye Zimo stares at her eyes, and his body trembles when he meets his predecessors. His eyes do not change. "It's impossible to tell whether the Ye family owes you or you owe it to the Ye family."

Ding Yiyi felt like a knife in her heart. When she opened her mouth again, her tone was sour and astringent, "I owe the Ye family."

They didn't give birth to a son for them, helped the Ye family to inherit, did not do a good job as a younger generation should do, let Grandma encounter this kind of thing.

Ye Zimo didn't look at his mouth any more, just waved her hand, indicating that she could go.

She walked a few steps, and then looked back, he still stood there, his back bleak, with loneliness.

On the way back, Mo Xiaojun proposes to ride in the same car with Ding Yiyi and ye nianmo. Ding Yiyi's face turns pale.

Ye nianmo purses his lips and lets Mo Xiaojun sit in the co pilot's seat. Ding Yiyi and Hai Qingqing sit alone in the back seat.

The atmosphere was awkward, no one spoke, only heavy breathing.

The car drove to the center of the city and stopped. Ye nianmo said, "Yi Yi, I'll go back to my home. You go home first."

She looked up in a daze, nodded, got out of the car at a loss, and watched the car roar away.

Inside the car, Mo Xiaojun looked through the rearview mirror at the woman standing on the street. "You shouldn't marry her."

"Uncle, this is my marriage." Ye nianmo turns and grabs the steering wheel.

Mo Xiaojun no longer speaks. After arriving at Ye's house, he gets out of the car in silence and walks into Ye's house with the help of haiqingqing.

Ye nianmo didn't follow in. He turned off the car and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, covering his tired eyes. He was not sure what to do in the future. After all, it was the heart of the people. He could not be as selfless as he was in the mall.

What can I do to keep her from getting hurt?

Ding Dacheng is sitting in the courtyard. Song Mengjie calls him several times, but he seems to have heard nothing.

"Uncle, come in for dinner." Song Mengjie went to the yard and called him.

Ding Dacheng stood up like a dream and said, "OK, please."

Looking at the original very enthusiastic people now become like this, song Mengjie is also sad.

On the dining table, there was only silence and the interlaced sounds of bowls and chopsticks. Holly opened his mouth and said, "I just cleaned up and found many children's toys in the yard."

Song Mengjie casually received: "is it? Uncle Ding, you still have it. When I was a child, my parents didn't like me to play with these things, so I would move to Yiyi's house and play together

Ding Dacheng was also a little bit spirited after listening to this, "yes, once you two played too late in the back of the school. The whole school teachers were looking for you. I thought you were abducted."

"Yes." Song Mengjie sighed: "later you hit Yiyi, she didn't sit on the stool for three days."

"Yes, it was the first time that I laid such a heavy hand. After that, she didn't cry. I cried first." Ding Dacheng is holding a job. After so many years, she has married.

Dongqing said with a smile: "it seems that it is really an interesting childhood."

"What are you talking about?" Ding Yiyi enters the door and sees Ding Dacheng with a smile. He is surprised.

Holly turned his head, eyes are also a bright, "is saying that you were spanked as a child, three days can not sit well bench things."

"How to say that all of a sudden." Ding Yiyi's face was red, "it's all about Chen sesame rotten millet. You remember it clearly."

Her stomach was suddenly throbbing and her eyes were a little sore. She stepped back a few steps.

"Yiyi." Ding Dacheng several people hurried forward to help her sit down.

"It's OK. I have a stomachache all of a sudden." She forced a smile at everyone.

Song Mengjie poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "I'm too tired today."

After speaking, he realized that the atmosphere was solidified. Ding Dacheng said, "I'm full. You can continue to eat."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Song Mengjie is so sorry that her intestines are blue.

The three men did not sigh. To break this situation, it was a protracted war, and no one expected how it would develop in the future.

Because of worry about Ding Yiyi, Dongqing and song Mengjie stay for a while, in the yard.

Ding Yiyi watered the flowers and plants, which were originally Ding Dacheng's favorite. Since the accident, he has never been in charge of these, and the soil in many potted plants has cracked.A hand across to take away the kettle, Holly stood beside her to help a pot of Persian chrysanthemum watering, "how can he not accompany you."

He was a little angry. "Why did you leave you here at this time?"

"He didn't leave me here." Ding Yiyi pulled out the flooded leaves. "He knows that seeing him now will make me feel guilty and painful. This is the way he loves me."

Holly body a shock, suddenly feel like an outsider, he can not see through the feelings of the two people.

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi is still playing with posju, "no matter what aspect."

He gazed at her slender and flexible hands, and saw her gently rubbing the withered leaves in her palm. His heart was tight, "it doesn't matter. If there is anything that can't be opened, come to me. I'm always around you."

Outside, song Mengjie, who is ready to leave, quietly leaves.

Home, out of the heavy and desperate breath of Ye's family, she quietly breathed a breath and looked at the busy crowd. Suddenly, she wanted to see ye Bo.

How many people in the world like holly, although deep love can not get, and how many people like Ding Yiyi, have got the most sincere love, but have to worry about the complicated family relationship.

Don't always look for happiness in happiness, this is her only thought at this time. To see his impulse so strong, she suddenly turned back, almost hit the pedestrian, but always stride forward.

Ye Bo presses the elevator, and the whole building is quiet, showing what it should be like in the early morning.

There are three meetings tomorrow and two business trips next week. He brooded on his work plan for the next week.

Step out of the elevator, see squatting on the ground, his eyes suddenly deep.

Song Mengjie was a little sleepy. She felt her arm pulled up vigorously. She stood up with the trend, "Ye Bo."

Ye Bo was distressed and helpless, but his tone did not reveal anything, "I said I worked overtime today."

"Yes," she said, "I know you must work late today. Maybe you will sleep in the office, but I just want to see you, so I came here."

Seeing the heavy weariness under his eyes, she felt sorry and said, "sorry, I know you are tired."

Ye Bo's eyes are heavy, and he releases his hand and signals her to go in.

Song Mengjie reaches out to press the light switch, a boring big hand preemptively presses on the back of her hand.

In the dark, ye Bo held her tight and relaxed her nerves for a whole day. "I miss you very much."

I don't know whether she pushed him down or he overthrew her. On the cold floor, he turned over and let people sit in his arms. Because of this posture, their gasps were stronger.

After the passion, song Mengjie has been drowsy, he hugged her to wash, some chagrin himself and did not restrain.

Back on the soft bed, song Mengjie is about to go to sleep with a soft and comfortable pillow, and the sound of DINK in her ears.

Thinking she had heard something wrong, she lifted her eyelids and saw a key.

Yebo put the home key in her palm, bowed his head and gave a kiss, "good night."

Three months later,

in the leisure villa, the air that had just rained was very humid. Ding Yiyi was sitting on the reclining chair and sending a message.

"Dad, the food has been put in the refrigerator. You should pay more attention to it."

"Remember to soak your feet, even if you can't sleep, don't force it."

The message returned very quickly, with only one "good" word.

She put away her mobile phone and sighed silently. Since her grandmother died, her father has never been to their home. She has only stayed in the Ding family's house, and has no spirit. Her sleep is not good.

The smell of chicken wings came from the tip of the nose, and the mobile phone in the hand was taken away and replaced with a disposable plate.

The chicken wings were golden, sending out a strong fragrance. Ye nianmo opened a can of beer and took a sip, "have a taste?"

"Did you bake it?" She laughed and took a bite. "It's delicious."

Wrist North buckle, ye nianmo frown, "you are too thin." Then he got up and said, "I'll get some more."

"I'll go too." Ding Yi took the plate and walked with him to the middle of the field.

The Ye family, who were still talking, stopped their voice for a moment when they saw her. In particular, Mo Xiaojun, who came back to live in China, directly threw down the dishes in their hands and said, "I'll go there and do it."

Ding Yiyi has been used to this kind of cold face, ye nianmo on one side sinks his face and stifles it.

"I'll bake something for you." Ding Yiyi picked up a string of leeks with a smile, "who wants to eat baked leeks?"

The crowd did not speak. Ye Chuqing and Hai Zhuo Xuan met each other, and the wine was also there. After Fu Fengyi's death, she went to and from the Ye family frequently for a period of time. Naturally, she learned some more or less information from the servants of the Ye family.

Fu Fengyi's death was related to the Ding family, and even the Ding family killed Fu Fengyi.

Such an embarrassing inside story, coupled with the entanglement between his daughter-in-law and Ding Yiyi, originally quite like this little girl, but now I don't know how to face it."Bake it for me, auntie. Have a rest." Haiziyu broke the silence in time. Their generation is less emotionally entangled and easier to understand.

Ding Yi reluctantly smile, handed her the plate, "hard."

There was no one to speak, and the atmosphere was stiff.

"I suddenly have something to go back to the company. I will go with you." Ye nianmo puts his coat on the back of his hand.

At the door, ye nianmo rubbed her hair, "wait for me to pick up the car in the garage."

Garage, a beautiful shadow waiting in front of Ye nianmo's door, saw the visitor, Ao Xue Ying.

"Are you ok? I don't think you look good."