Chapter 2259

"I seem to have fallen asleep just now." Said the housekeeper in a low voice.

Ye Miao looks down at the skinny man. The bed is so big that he curls up in the middle like a dry flat branch, and his thick quilt bulges up a small ball.

His face was exactly what a man with advanced cancer should look like. He was haggard and lifeless. His eyes were deeply sunken. His lips with oxygen mask were so pale that he could not see any blood color.

The thin arm in the broad silk pajamas appears more fragile, as if a fold can be broken, suddenly, the arm moved, and then wrinkled eyelids opened. He showed his cloudy eyes.

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward and took off the respirator under the host's sign. Derek's spirit was pretty good. He even looked at Ye Miao and said, "here we are."

"Yes." Ye Miao answered.

He looked at the housekeeper again. "I feel a little hungry. Please ask the kitchen to get something to eat."

The housekeeper was overjoyed. Derek had been hard to eat since half a month ago. He was relying on nutrients to maintain his life. It was wonderful to be able to say that he was hungry.

The housekeeper goes out happily, and ye Miao purses his lips, which is called the return of light in China.

"I'm glad you can come. There's an interesting saying in China. It's called raising children for old age. If you die, you have a son to collect his body. Although I haven't raised you, maybe you don't like to recognize me, but I'm glad you can come."

"Yes." Ye Miao gently responded, and the latter said, "I really like Ding Yiyi. She hates me, you hate me, and everyone hates me. But I think it's just the difference of love method.

It's like someone likes flowers. The way they like them is to appreciate them from afar. When their own flowers fail, some people will take them home, put them in beautiful vases, watch them every day, and even change the water diligently. The purpose is to make the flowers bloom longer. You can't say that the front is love and the back is cruel. If the front is love flower, why don't you do everything to make the flower live longer?

Love is supposed to produce desire. Because of love, I hope this flower is only in my sight. Because of love, I try my best to keep the flower fresh. This is not wrong

Ye Miao looked at him and said, "love is not what you can give flowers, but what flowers need. If she wants to follow the laws of nature, then your picking is cruel. "

Derek froze, suddenly burst out a burst of violent cough, the transparent tube in the bed catheter out of the Yellow muddy liquid with blood.

Ye Miao doesn't do anything, just quietly waiting for the cough that seems to take human life away gradually subsides. His only gentleness is to look at the emaciated man in front of him without pity.

"You go. I want to have a rest. I'm a little tired after talking so much."

After coughing, Derek's face was gray and his tone was intermittent.

Ye Miao left, but did not leave. He stood in the garden, where the lavender is still in full bloom. However, if you gently pick out one of them, you can find that the roots of lavender are not completely embedded in the soil. In two days, these lavender will wither, but soon there will be a turning point, and new lavender will be transplanted from the place where lavender is rich.

He insisted for so many years, and finally did not have to insist, this may be the last batch of lavender planted here.

The wind blows, the small purple flowers swing against the wind, bring fragrance, he looked down, suddenly thought of Ye Shuimo, the corner of his mouth can not help laughing.

She found, although very surprised, but the heart is happy, just met that moment, he used how much endurance to restrain not to hold the person he loves in his arms.

Love or not? He loves it, but does she love it? He did not dare to draw a conclusion easily, but felt that the conclusion was not so important. Even if she did not love him, he would not love him less because of this.

Since they are all here, tell her when you go back. Tell her that he is in love with her. In fact, the kiss is a confession. In fact, every day and night he leaves, she is in his dream.

"Mr. Ye!" The housekeeper came in a hurry, with a look of panic. "Mr. Derek, he He died. "

Villa, ye ink is boring, although jet lag is hard, but she just can't sleep, mobile phone is not moving, do not know what brother is doing.

She picked up the note left by her brother and suddenly wanted to make a decent Chinese meal for her brother.

It seems that the place where my brother lives is pretty good. Just now she saw a Chinese with a big golden hair riding a bicycle on the balcony. It should be a Chinese district.

With her wallet and mobile phone, she went out to look for a place where she could use her UnionPay card. As soon as she was about to go in, she was hit heavily on her shoulder and both sides staggered.

"Sorry, are you ok?" The other side is a tall and thin young man with high cheekbones and light eyebrows, so ye Shuimo immediately remembers this appearance and thinks it has characteristics.Her purse fell to the ground, the other party picked up and handed it to her, and then she said sorry in a hurry before leaving. She rubbed her aching shoulder and turned to get the money.

This area is really supposed to be a Chinese district. She took the money and went to the nearby Wal Mart supermarket. There were not many people in the supermarket and the goods were very cheap. She bought some Dutch beans and other imported vegetables, and bought two pieces of steak. Then she wandered home.

When I got home, I found that my brother's tableware didn't even take out the wrapping paper. All the things in the refrigerator were frozen. It seems that I don't cook on weekdays.

She took everything to the kitchen, looked around, found an iPad, opened it, and found her head on the cover.

I don't know when it was taken. It seems that it was when she and Luneng cooperated, because she remembered the hotel room.

It was taken when she was sleeping, but didn't my brother come to H City during that time? She always thought that she had not seen each other for more than a month.

For no reason, she suddenly thought of that very delicious casserole porridge, her heart was filled with a strange feeling.

If What if he likes me too? What if the kiss in H city is the kind of kiss with love?

She did everything in a hurry. She called her brother. The phone rang a lot before she picked it up. There seemed to be some noise there.

"Brother?"

"Yes."

The other side's voice was low, and she clearly recognized something was wrong, "brother, are you not happy?"

The latter seems to smile, the tone also raised a lot, "well, a bit."

Ye Shuimo said: "then hurry back. I'm afraid of being alone. I'll make you happy when you come back."

It seemed that someone was calling for her brother. She could hear that it was a woman's voice. The other party called him "young master."

"Well, I'll go back tomorrow and stay well tonight."

After ye Miao finished, he hung up in a hurry and called out that he was a servant. The other party handed him a recorder, saying that Derek had told him before he was alive. If he died one day, he would give him the recorder.

He took the recorder and went to the funeral site. It seemed that Derek had prepared everything for the funeral himself. He just died yesterday, and today he can hold a funeral in a sarcastic way. The funeral is in his number one scholar. He will be buried under the lavender. Although it is strange, everyone will follow suit.

There were so many people coming. Ye Miao coldly watched these celebrities come and go, just like water seats.

Before he finished, he went to Derek's room alone. It was empty, the infusion rack was still hanging there, the pillow was on the shelf, and in the early morning, the needle was still in a man's vein.

Sad? He didn't know, maybe not. He was not a sentimental person. At this time, he just felt that there was another person to extricate himself.

He stands here instead of his mother, watching a crime disappear with his own eyes. His death is tantamount to obliterating all kinds of things he did to his mother before. Human death is the biggest.

The housekeeper came in with a box in his hand, followed by another man. "Mr. Ye, this is Mr. Derek's lawyer. He will transfer all his property to your name. After all the formalities are completed, the manor, as well as Mr. Derek's property, real estate and deposits will be at your own disposal."

“……”

At night, the manor, which had been noisy for a whole day, finally fell into silence. The servants gathered at a loss. They did not know what the new manor owner would do with it. When they finally saw the master, they quickly stood up.

In the manor, there are about 20 people in the manor, including servants, bodyguards and daily fox manors. At this time, they are all waiting for their own fate.

Ye Miao glanced at the crowd. "From now on, there is no need for a servant or a master."

Does this mean that the manor is going to be abandoned? People all feel very distressed. This manor is worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If you say you don't want it, you don't want it.

"Leave, housekeeper, do the aftercare." Ye Miao looks at the strong man standing by in silence.

The strong man nodded in silence and suddenly said, "can I stay here? Mr. Derek is in the manor. If there is no one to help him take care of the daily trivial things, he will not be used to the lavender."

"Whatever you want, this manor is at your disposal." Ye Miao walks out of the door empty handed. The servant is still whispering behind him, talking about the new master's decision.

When he came to the lavender garden, he turned around again. I don't know why. Maybe it's because there is a coffin underground. Today Lavender grows very luxuriant and its color is more gorgeous.

He bent over, gently moved a lavender, recording pen fell in the flowers, bending a lavender.

He picked it up and opened the Lavender Scented recording pen. A violent cough first came, followed by the last sound left by the dead man in the world."When you hear my voice, I should be lying quietly in the lavender. This is my dream of the afterlife world. Now, I want to tell you one thing, one thing I have to say now. You are not my child. I hurt my lower body when I was young, so I had no fertility. I didn't touch Ding Yiyi."