Wealthy Marriage: President Cool's Exclusive Doting

She nodded regretfully, touched the mobile phone in her hand and said: "That was the first mobile phone my mother gave me. Later, I was able to earn money, and I always bought that one."

Before she had time to feel sentimental, the wreckage of the mobile phone in her hand was snatched away. Ye Nianmo pulled her up with a big hand, and threw the wreckage out of her hand, and she couldn't see the shadow all at once.

"Forget what should be forgotten." He said lightly.

The two searched around where Hai Zhuoxuan might go, and even went to Lin's house.Lin Ling's mood was very low, and upon hearing this, she just shook her head with red eyes.

At dusk, the car stopped in front of the dam, and the sparkling water reflected the yellow that disappeared into the horizon.

"What should I do?" Ding Yiyi looked at the surface of the water in frustration. Ye Nianmo leaned against the car window and cast his eyes on the dam not far away. A father and son were fishing. The son seemed impatient and kept running here, being caught by the man beside him. After reprimanding him, he sat down obediently.

"I think I know where he is." Ye Nianmo restarted the car, and the car took off like an arrow.

In the cemetery, the wind is colder and the branches are more withered. It is a place where you can truly experience the demise of a life, where there is the least chance and hope.

There are tombstones one after another on the open grass, and they sleep collectively. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, a night cat lazily jumps from one tombstone to another, and its blue eyes look at the two not far away. people.

Ye Chuqing sneezed, wrapped her coat tightly, and the last ray of warmth from the sun pulled away from her body.

Hai Zhuoxuan, who had been standing motionless in front of the tombstone, turned his head, his face full of indifference, "Go back."

"I don't!" Ye Chuqing hurriedly stood beside him and swore her will.Haizhuoxuan frowned slightly, turned around and continued to look at the tombstone.

The person in the photo is still elegant, and only by standing here can his heart be temporarily relieved, and he will not be so lifeless.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, and Ye Chuqing picked it up frantically, "Yitxuan!"

The other end of the phone seemed to be talking about something, Ye Chuqing whispered: "I'm sorry I won't be going back to France for the time being, I'm sorry! I will take good care of myself!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chuqing looked at the tombstone apologetically, answering the phone here just now might have disturbed Uncle Hai.

"Another poor guy." Hai Zhuoxuan looked at the tombstone with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.

Ye Chuqing didn't hear clearly, and asked in confusion, "Brother Zhuo Xuan, what did you say?"

"I said," he turned around suddenly, and said word by word: "Li Yixuan has always liked you, don't you know?!"

"How is it possible! He has been encouraging me to chase you." After Ye Chuqing finished speaking, she felt that what she said was too explicit, and she hurriedly looked away.

Just when Hai Zhuoxuan was about to speak, his eyes fell on the speeding car not far away. He straightened up and looked at the two people who got off the car and gradually approached.

Ye Chuqing shouted nervously, "Brother!"

Ye Nianmo glanced at Ye Chuqing, punched him on the chin, and said viciously: "This is for Aunt Lin, do you know how long she has been crying?"

Hai Zhuoxuan straightened up and looked directly at him, and was soon punched in the stomach again, "This is for my mother, do you know that she is worried that you are going crazy, how much she blames herself!"

As soon as the words fell, Hai Zhuoxuan was punched again in the stomach, "This is for Chuqing, because of that stupid reason, you have made her sad for decades!"

"Finally! This is for Ding Yiyi. Let her cry and make her sad for so long!" Ye Nianmo stretched out his fist, but punched himself in the chest desperately.

"Brother! Brother Zhuoxuan!" Ye Chuqing cried and wanted to go forward, but Ding Yiyi held her back and shook her head silently. This was their unique way to restore their friendship.

The two men at the scene were panting heavily, Hai Zhuoxuan held the tombstone with his hand in embarrassment, and suddenly roared and rushed towards Ye Nianmo, waving his fists.

Ye Nianmo didn't dodge, and was punched hard on the cheek. He wiped his torn lips, and said coldly, "Come again."

Haizhuoxuan waved his fists in a muffled voice, and the muffled sound of muscle colliding was enough to prove that both of them exerted most of their strength.

The night was coming, the starry sky was bright, on the dewy grass, two men stood aside, Ye Chuqing was crying and wiped the blood from the corner of Hai Zhuoxuan's mouth with her sleeve.

Ye Nianmo stood up unsteadily, looked at Haizhuoxuan coldly and said, "The International Shopping Center has not resumed construction."

Hai Zhuoxuan lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.Ye Nianmo's figure flickered, and Ding Yiyi hurried forward to support him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, walked a few steps, turned around suddenly, a big smile was still drawn from the corner of his torn mouth, "Hey! The last sentence, I don't want to give up Ding Yiyi to you, she is mine. "

Ye Nianmo left with wounds all over his body.At night in the hotel, Ye Chuqing slept restlessly, tossing and turning, and seemed to be muttering something all the time.

Hai Zhuoxuan sat on the ground by the window, his face was hidden in a place where the bedside lamp could not shine.Ye Chuqing turned over again, frowning.

He stretched out his hand, and his ring finger gently touched hers, and the touch between his fingers brought a memory that seemed to have been there before.

Ye Chuqing moved her ring finger slightly, the restless expression on her face calmed down, she moved slightly and fell into a deeper sleep.

He let go of his fingers, took a deep look at him, got up and left the room.In the early morning, there were only young people who played and sang every night on the street.

They whizzed past him in colorful cars, and he walked slowly, feeling the bone-piercing cool wind.

The huge building is like an abandoned child at this time, and the prototype of the building can be vaguely seen. He watched quietly. This is the first step in his painstaking efforts to bring down the Ye family.

"Hey! What are you doing here? There is no work here. Hurry up and leave." The patrolling worker shot at him with a flashlight and yelled.

He stood still like a stone sculpture. The worker cursed in a low voice, then turned and walked back to his companion, sighing, "The Ye family can't do this order. How can they afford to send their children to school during the Spring Festival?"

"Yeah, I just count on this list to save my child's tuition fees. Now I have to think about where to earn money for a while."

The wind blew the cement bag under his feet rattling, and he looked down as if startled. After a long time, he turned around blankly, with the bleakness he had when he came.

He walked, feeling the gap in the street, and walked towards a destination in his heart. He didn't know how long he walked, and he came to the door of his house.

Next to it is the Ye family. After his father passed away, his mother chose to continue living here, but he left in a panic after college. This was a prison and a scar for him.

He stood at the door, and the hour hand was already pointing to 02:30 in the morning.There was a light on in the room inside the house, and he knew it was his father's study.

A figure suddenly approached behind the curtain, and then stretched out his hands to close the window. He stared at the slightly thin body behind the curtain, feeling extremely depressed.

"Brother Zhuoxuan." A small voice came from beside him, as if afraid of disturbing him, the tone dropped and dropped.

Ye Chuqing came out from the corner. Her nose was red from the cold and her lips were cracked. She licked her lips with some difficulty.

She was only wearing a woolen sweater. The buttons of the sweater were buttoned up and down wrongly, which looked a little funny. She lowered her head and hurriedly unbuttoned it again, "I was in a hurry to get out just now, so I buttoned it wrongly."

Stretching out her hands under her eyes, Hai Zhuoxuan brushed her hands away lightly, helped her undo the buttons one by one, and then fastened them one by one.

She didn't dare to look up, tears fell on the back of his hand, his fingers trembled slightly nervously, and continued to button the button.

The light in the house finally dimmed, and the two stood under the street lamp, with sparse moths circling the goose-yellow tenderness and refused to leave.

Ye Chuqing lowered her head and waited for him to turn around and leave. She looked for him all night, and in the end she could only squat here and wait for him to appear. Fortunately, she found him again. Unfortunately, maybe he didn't care at all, or felt that he Very annoying.

She lowered her head and thought wildly, until the hand hanging by her side was taken, the palm holding him was warm and dry, able to wrap her hand completely, as if feeling the coldness of her palm, the hands holding her were getting closer and closer. tighter.

She foolishly followed Hai Zhuoxuan, her height could only see his broad back, she couldn't see his expression, but she could vaguely feel the smile on the corner of his mouth.

The wind was strong, the road was very long, and the street lamps stretched the figures one after the other very long, making the long road look very short.

In the ward, Ding Yiyi couldn't remember how many times she asked Ye Bo, "Is he really okay? Have you seen a doctor?"

Ye Bo stood aside and said with a smile: "The young master is always a man, and always wants to leave the best image in front of the one he loves, so don't worry about Miss Yiyi."

Ding Yiyi had no choice but to nod, the door was knocked, Qiu Bai walked in, and when they saw Ye Bo, their eyes lit up, but neither of them pointed it out.

"Yiyi, how is Uncle?" Qiu Bai put the fruit basket on the table and asked, Ding Yiyi shook his head helplessly, "The doctor said that there is still blood in Dad's brain, now go through physical therapy to see if it clears up."

Seeing her distraught look, Qiu Bai sighed, "I've already turned down a lot of work for you, but this time there's a variety show that I think you should be on."

"Variety show? I've never been on a variety show?" Ding Yiyi looked at her in surprise.

Qiu Bai nodded, "Last time you released the Parisian designer's pigeon, and the effect was very bad. The company arranged for you. You have to go and record in a week."

Ding Yiyi nodded helplessly, when the phone rang suddenly, Ye Chuqing's voice was crying, "Sister Yiyi, Zhuo Xuan is gone, I can't find him."

When Ding Yiyi and his group arrived, Ye Chuqing was already in tears, and there was a circle of Ye family's bodyguards standing around.

"He must not want me anymore, that's why he called Dad and left by himself." Ye Chuqing hiccupped from crying.