1438: C1438 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1366

C1438 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1366

The burn marks on the back of his pale hand were shocking. He wiped it gently and then switched to his other hand.

After doing all this, he didn't put the ring back on the person on the bed like he usually did. Instead, he held it tightly in his hand.

He walked to the door, but stopped when he went out. He turned his head and looked deeply at the person on the bed, then walked out of the room with determination.

That night, Fu Fengyi was still in the living room. She had something to do to find Ye Nianmo, but she started to panic after she couldn't get through to him through numerous phone calls.

"Grandmother, don't be in such a hurry. I am someone who knows his limits." Ye Chuqing had just finished coaxing Hai Ziyu. She was already exhausted, but she still mustered her courage to comfort her.

How could Fu Fengyi be at ease, "President Assistant Ye said that he couldn't contact Nianmo, and I only have this grandson of his. I can't let anything happen to him."

Ye Chuqing also felt that something was wrong when she said that, so she gave Hai Zhuoxuan a call.

After Hai Zhuoxuan received the phone call, he thought for a moment before driving to the house where Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo lived.

The house had been rebuilt, and all the designs were exactly the same as before. Outside the villa, Ye Nianmo sat on the balcony of the window with several empty bottles beside him.

Seeing Hai Zhuoxuan, the slightly drunk Ye Nianmo handed the bottle to him, "I'm very happy, I'm really very happy."

He drank the red wine in one gulp, then stood up shakily. "But where is she, and where is she?"

"What are you talking about?" Hai Zhuoxuan sat beside him. He opened his usual beer and leaned on the threshold as he looked at the night sky.

Ye Nianmo didn't answer immediately. He merely opened another bottle of red wine, drank more than half of the wine and walked unsteadily into the room. He even tripped on something along the way.

Hai Zhuoxuan followed him into the room. He had some doubts in his heart. When he found out that Ding Yiyi was burned all over, he did not lose his composure.

Ye Nianmo's eyes were fixed on the sofa. It was there that Ding Yiyi was rescued back in the fire.

"I can imagine her sitting here, full of sadness. She thought she was going to die, so she didn't struggle at all, but her heart was full of fear." He slapped the sofa and growled.

Then he went over to the wall and pointed to the oil painting and took a gulp of wine. "Here, the oil painting burns first, it's a masterpiece by a famous painter, using a picture frame made of rosewood. That kind of wood is very easy to burn, it must have burned first at that place."

When Hai Zhuoxuan saw the last bottle of red wine, he frowned and stopped him, "Enough, you drank enough today."

He reached out to grab it, but the other person grabbed onto his arm neither lightly nor heavily. In an instant, his entire arm felt numb.

"She must have gone out through the broken window at that time. She gave up her struggle and thought she was dead, but he took her away." He paused, then let out a burp and continued, "That damned plane almost made me lose her again! "Where is she?!"

His words shocked Hai Zhuoxuan. If he wasn't wrong, then the person Ye Nianmo mentioned was Ding Yiyi. What exactly was going on? If the person in the fire wasn't Ding Yiyi, then who was in the sickbed?

"What are you talking about? Wake up." Hai Zhuoxuan grabbed Ye Zichen's collar and shouted softly, but the other person just tilted his head and continued to drink.

Hai Zhuoxuan grabbed his collar and dragged him towards the swimming pool outside the door. The deep blue swimming pool took advantage of the moonlight's thickness to cast a mottled color on the swimming pool wall.

Ye Nianmo was thrown into the pool by Hai Zhuoxuan. A huge splash rose up and soon, the ripples in the pool gradually subsided until they disappeared without a trace.

Hai Zhuoxuan looked at Ye Nianmo's head down and saw that it was already past the time the human body could rest. He frowned and jumped into the pool.

He turned Ye Nianmo over and found that the other person's eyes were calm, not as drunk as before. He shouted, "Are you courting death? What's going on?"

Ye Nianmo's expression was clear as he said lightly, "The person lying on the bed is not Yiyi. Someone rescued her before an airplane crash, and now I'm looking for her."

Hai Zhuoxuan slowly let go of Ye Zichen, while his eyes were filled with sincerity.

After the two of them came out of the pool, they laid down on the ground. Their wet bodies soaked the grass and no one spoke for a long time.

"How do I find her?" After a long while, Hai Zhuoxuan spoke up.

Ye Nianmo combed back his wet hair, "She escaped in the end, but I don't know where she went. Stupid Bear said that a man took her away."

Hai Zhuoxuan got up and tore off his suit jacket, "The Ye Nianmo that I know won't be lying here watching the moon and stars by himself. I believe that I can ask as long as I want."

He stood up and stretched out his hand towards Ye Nianmo, "You're still here. Yiyi must be waiting for you somewhere."

Ye Nianmo looked at the big hand in front of him, which was clearly made of bones, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he held his hand.

In the early hours of the morning, a black van pulled into the fishing village. The friction between the tires and the stones on the ground startled the fishermen's dogs, who were barking.

The worn-out iron door still had a bit of light. When the door was pushed open, the light increased, making Aunt Xiong's face turn even paler as she opened the door.

"What are you all here for? We've said everything we could, and that woman finally ran away. I don't know where she ran off to, so don't bother us anymore. "

Hai Zhuoxuan looked around the simple room and finally stopped on the man who was staring at them.

The man looked to be in his forties, and he was only wearing a shirt full of holes. There was a trace of foolishness on his honest face. It was hard for Hai Zhuoxuan to imagine what Ding Yiyi had encountered.

"You guys still have something you haven't said, but I'll say it for you." Ye Nianmo suddenly spoke up and walked towards Aunt Xiong, "Her name is Ding Yiyi, she's my wife. She escaped from the plane crash, but was captured by you."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and then his eyes turned cold. "I need you to tell us what's next."

Aunt Xiong's eyes were filled with regret. She had always wanted to be a woman, as long as she hid her well, she would be able to become a missing person. Who knew that there would be so much trouble?

"Nianmo." Hai Zhuoxuan, who was at the side, held a photo in his hand and said with a serious expression, "It was this person who took Yiyi away."

In the photo, a foreign cameraman was mixed in with the crowd. His blond hair and blue eyes were reflected in the photo. As he looked, the door slightly opened, revealing his pretty face.

"Edward." Ye Nianmo gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

Hai Zhuoxuan was surprised that he actually knew that foreign man. Just as he wanted to ask, Ye Nianmo already strode towards the door with an anxious expression. Suddenly, a loud bird cry came from outside the window.

Daybreak!

At the airport, Ding Yiyi was sitting in her seat, unconscious and in a daze. She felt a warm hand gently wrap around her head. There was a familiar feeling around her, so she simply leaned over and fell asleep.

Edward turned his head slightly to look at her. His eyes were filled with love that he didn't even notice himself. He had wandered for a long time and had never thought of stopping for anyone.

He pitied her, he pitied her, he helped her, but she did not leave, she stayed in his heart.

Let her know what she thinks, he thought, his eyes warm. In two hours they'll be back in the familiar place.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed across his warm eyes. Then, they gradually turned cold. His back cracked straight and was stiff.

Ye Nianmo entered the hall and saw the person he was looking for through his senses.

He stood there with a wistful look in his eyes. His heart was already pounding hard on the table. It was her. It really was her. She had appeared before him safe and sound.

But why was she so cold to herself, damn it! How in the world did she manage to turn a blind eye to herself and then really run off to England with another man?

His gaze turned towards Edward, who was also looking at him. Their gazes met in the air, and it seemed to be competitive and persistent.

Edward didn't move. He watched Ye Nianmo walk up to him and grab Ding Yiyi's shoulder. He knew that he had won this battle.

Ding Yiyi was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt a pain on her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ye Nianmo, who seemed to be about to spew fire.

"Ye Nianmo?" "What are you doing!"

Ye Nianmo was so angry that his lungs almost burst when he heard her call him that. He fiercely grabbed her shoulders and said, "What did you call me!"

"Director Ye," Edward finally opened his mouth, "Let's talk."0

At the coffee shop, Edward took a sip of his coffee, "You can't take her away anymore."

"What did you do to her?" Ye Nianmo looked at him coldly. The look in Ding Yiyi's eyes made him feel a heartache. The coldness and discomfort in her eyes had stung his heart.

Edward took out a photo from the camera. In the photo, a woman in red was helplessly standing in the crowd. Her eyes were full of pleading, but no one paid attention to her.

On her wrist, a shocking red mark could be seen, causing people to be extremely shocked.

"In order to keep her on the island, the mother and son fed her some of the internal organs of a fish. Those internal organs would numb people's nerves and gradually make them forget about the past."

Ye Nianmo listened quietly. He didn't beat the table in anger, nor did he scream in anger. He just watched the person in front of him speak.

Edward also became serious, "I saved her and brought her to England. Two months later, she completely lost her memory." He paused for a moment and suddenly said: "She is now my wife."

"Impossible." Ye Nianmo said with certainty, "She is mine. She was, is and will be."

He stood up and looked at the woman who kept looking his way. Her expression was passionate and affectionate, but she only responded with a strange attitude.

Edward stood up, "She has completely lost her memory. The doctor said that the probability of her remembering the past is too low. When her life was blank, I was already by her side, so I was the only one for her."

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