C1138 Married to a Rich Family 1066
C1138 Married to a Rich Family 1066
Ao Xue was shaking uncontrollably. She forced herself to remain calm and waved his hand away. Instead of retreating, she took a step closer. The two of them were so close that they could even see the pores on each other's faces.
Ao Xue suddenly smiled. "Unfortunately, I also have these unsightly, unbeatable qualities, and I'm even crazier and scarier than you think." She paused, then continued in a drawling tone, "So don't try to fight me head on, or we can see who will be the victor."
"Hur hur." A deep voice came pouring out from Yan Mingyao's mouth. He had a beautiful lips with a moderate thinning. Someone once said that the lips was a sign of kindness, but he was forced into a devil.
He tilted his head, as if he was going to kiss her. Ao Xue took a step back in disdain, but he didn't care. "Since we're both devils, then we're truly a match made in heaven."
Warm lips met trembling lips, and a huge slap sounded in the air. However, he did not move away from her, but instead took a step further. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders as if he were holding her soul.
Ao Xue was unable to break free and forced to accept it. The pain from that night came again, and her eyes widened as tears rolled down her cheeks and fell onto his hand that held her jaw.
Tears burned his hands like lava, and he let go of her, his eyes heavy with the desire and possession that never faded.
"What do you want?" Ao Xue mumbled softly, as if answering her own question.
Yan Mingyao still had five handprints on his face. He reached out his hand to rub it, "He won't give you happiness. Did you not see what happened at the banquet that day?" "You actually stuck your head on such a man."
Ao Xue's face had already returned to its normal expression. She raised her head haughtily and said, "I'm just lying down, but he's worth it."
Yan Mingyao was completely silent. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "Since you can't leave him, I will help you leave him. Since you want to be lowly, I will wake you up.
Ao Xue looked at him, unwilling to admit defeat. "If you think you have the ability to do so, then you can give it a try and get out of here."
The space was filled with stifling negative emotions. Yan Mingyao smiled at her and stopped talking. He walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"Get out!" Ao Xue said angrily while pointing at the door.
Yan Mingyao looked at the embroidery on the side, which had the words "Joy of a Family" written on it. His mouth curved up in a mocking smile as he looked at her and said carelessly: "You invited me to come to your room to reminisce about the old days, didn't you? Moreover, "he paused, and then turned his hand with the red palm print to face her," If I go out like this, what should I say?
Ao Xue was about to go crazy from anger, but her expression was even calmer. "Up to you." She hurried to the window and refused to talk to him again. Under the window, Ding Yiyi seemed to have said something to the butler. Her hand gripped the windowsill tightly, and her eyes once again showed her malice.
"Butler, didn't you see Baby Cheng today?" Ding Yiyi asked.
"Baby Cheng? "Yeah, the food I prepared for it today hasn't been touched at all," the butler said as he directed the group to carry the pile of snow to a corner behind the kitchen.
Ding Yiyi was getting more and more worried. Suddenly, the butler called out, "Oh right, the last time I saw it was the day before yesterday. I even gave it ham to eat."
The day before yesterday? That was the day that she didn't accompany Baby Cheng for a walk. After thanking the butler, Ding Yiyi's heart became anxious. Where exactly are you, Baby Cheng?
Ding Yiyi continued to eat lunch, even Ao Xue was the same. Fu Fengyi asked worriedly, "What happened to you, Xiao Xue? You had a bad appetite today."
Ye Nianmo also looked over. Ao Xue forced herself to pull herself together, "Nope, Grandma. It's just that the baby is about to be born. I suddenly feel a little scared."
"Tell the doctor to pay more attention." They only cared about the child in her womb. If she wasn't pregnant, who would care about why they didn't eat?
Ye Nianmo's gaze fell on Ding Yiyi. When he saw her counting the rice in the bowl, he frowned slightly.
In the afternoon, Ding Yiyi took the ham sausage and walked around the Ye Family. She unexpectedly saw the Alaskan dog in the garden again. He was still in the same place, but his hostility towards her wasn't that great.
"Hello, have you ever seen a dog? It may not look the same as you, but its fur is black, and its size is about the same as yours. "
The Alaskan looked at her for a moment, then looked away. She laughed to herself at how ridiculous it was that she should ask a question of a dog.
"Sorry to interrupt." She put her ham sausage and beef jerky on the ground. The Alaskan dog watched her back as she left before getting up from the ground. It then picked up its snack and ran in the same direction as yesterday.
The night was black as ink, the moment of the nightmare's invasion, the moment of running and panting, of despair and fear, of black agility, of passing over the mountains and standing at the top of them.
The moonlight coated its body with a layer of silver. Suddenly, it disappeared, as if it had completely disappeared from the world. The traces of it walking past were also cleared, to the point that not even its breath could be found.
"Ah!" Ding Yiyi screamed as she woke up from her dream. "Baby Cheng?
There was no response, just like the darkness of the night when she was immersed. She got off the bed and had a vague and strong feeling in her heart. It was a feeling of unease and despair. After putting on her coat, she carefully walked through the corridor. It was something that she and Baby Cheng would do on numerous mornings.
In this depressed winter, Ye Family had the money to bring back fresh flowers again and again in places that were like spring. She stared at the flowers for a while, thinking that in two days, the roses would wilt, and when that time came, new roses would be shipped from Kunming, and those who died would eventually die forever.
Startled by her own thoughts, she hurried down the stairs. The air in the garden was so cold that even breathing required a lot of effort. The snow was so cold.
She walked around the place she remembered, her eyes not letting go of any possibility, and called out, her heart still holding onto her hope. Baby Cheng had just run out to play, and felt cold. It was all useless work, trying to get her to give up the search by the snowflakes that kept crawling into her neck.
A dark red door suddenly appeared in her memories. That's right, how could she have never expected that Baby Cheng would always enter through that tunnel into the Ye Family?
She ran as hard as she could toward the back door of the kitchen. A thick pile of snow had already piled up in the corner of the kitchen's back door. The red door was tightly covered and the snow on the ground was already more than a meter deep.
She suddenly felt uncomfortable. It was an uncomfortable and depressing feeling. She wanted to call out but was unable to. It was like a blocked water pipe.
She looked around, and the high pile of snow seemed unable to bear the light falling snow and collapsed a corner. Startled, she turned her gaze to the white snow.
The white snow stung her eyes and she looked back at the red door. He felt extremely disappointed. She pushed open the door, and the old door squeaked. The inside of the house was warm, a huge contrast to the outside.
After entering the back door of the kitchen, she habitually turned on the light switch beside her and closed the door. "Creak." There was a sound as the door closed again. She walked a few steps before suddenly returning. She opened the door a little more and took out a rolling pin to block it.
"Leave a door for Baby Cheng. This guy must be taught a lesson when he returns!" Her voice was very loud, and her tone of voice sounded very angry. She thought about how she would teach Baby Cheng a lesson in the future, and felt a lot better in her heart.
She lightly wandered through the corridors that only servants would normally walk. There were traces of her and Baby Cheng walking across the floors, but now, she was alone.
Ye Nianmo looked at her fixedly in front of the door. He suddenly frowned and walked to her side with big steps. He pulled away her hand that was already wounded from the cold and growled angrily, "You're crazy!"
Ding Yiyi looked down at her red, stiff hands. She tried to move them, but they were numb. Ye Nianmo pulled her into the room with a cold expression.
It was very warm inside, and it felt warm in the spring. He went to get a cup of hot water for her to hold, so Ding Yiyi could barely hold the cup steady.
Not long after, he was dissatisfied. Looking at her hands that were still red, he even felt that the water was no longer hot. He got up and poured himself a cup of boiling water.
Ding Yiyi placed her hands around the cup. The warm air slightly melted her frozen hand. Only now did she feel a slight pain.
All of a sudden, the cup in her hands was taken away. Ye Nianmo grabbed her hands and put them into his embrace. Real warmth came from her hands and she pressed her cold hands against his skin that was unbearably warm, like a hungry person who found water and food.
Neither of them spoke. The clock on the wall moved quietly. "What happened?"
Ye Nianmo let her hand move to another place and felt that her fingers were no longer as cold as before. Only then did he feel a lot more satisfied.
Ding Yiyi only glanced at him when he asked this question. She was still thinking that he would rather believe that she had pushed down Ao Xue and punish the Baby Cheng. The unwillingness in her heart grew even stronger as she shook her head.
Ye Nianmo looked at her and did not force him, "When are you going to think about it, tell me."
She lifted her head and swept her gaze over his face. Her lips moved a few times, but she didn't say anything in the end.
Early in the morning, she looked at Ye Nianmo, who was still sleeping soundly beside her. Her hands were still tightly wrapped in his embrace. Did he leave them behind to comfort her?
When this thought was expelled from her mind, she moved. Her opponent immediately frowned and struggled as if he was about to wake up. She looked at the azure color under his eyes, and her desire to get up was dispelled.