After listening to him, the old man nodded with interest, and then fell into deep contemplation.

At night, under the huge crystal ceiling is a row of long white dining tables. Men and women are mixed and sitting. Some people talk about politics. Some people talk about golf.

Or the only woman who has brought a family dinner by Edward.

"Don't you introduce it to us?" The old man sitting in the top spoke, and the audience was quiet, and even the child obediently didn't speak.

Edward picked up the napkin paper and wiped the corner of his mouth, "Friend."

"What friends can bring you here," the old man was a little dissatisfied, "As the only blood in the family, you have obligations to inherit the mantle!"

Ding Yiyi was sitting in a chair, watching everyone's usual look, and thought that the relationship between Edward and the old man was not good because of this.

The old man turned to Ding Yiyi, "Hello, don't mind me talking to you."

"This is my honor." Ding Yiyi was not humble, even she was surprised by herself. She did everything she did without deliberate learning.

The old man is very satisfied. Even if the Chinese people should be from the big households, although they are not worthy of their grandson in terms of descent, they are always better than the other party.

"I think she is a little familiar, and it seems that she has seen her." A young boy with a young boy with a freckle on the table frowned.

Soon, there were people who coaxed, "Your boy, but that is the person who sees Edward, you dare to talk?"

Because of these people's troubles, the serious atmosphere of the meeting was a bit better. The old man looked at Ding Yiyi, "What is your name?"

"My name is ..." Ding Yiyi had some stuffy words, but the name that should have been desired was stiffly accepted in the mouth.

Everyone watched this Chinese woman who was suddenly dignified, but suddenly saw her put down the cup, and hurriedly told everyone to leave the table after a sorry.

Ding Yiyi walked in the garden aisle. The nose was full of roses, but she had no time to appreciate, but she cried silently with her mouth.

The arm was pulled gently, and then the other party immediately let go and changed to her side.

"Do you need my help?" Edward never saw her so sad, as if he had heard the most incredible news to suppress sadness.

Ding Yiyi stretched out her arms and hugged her trembling body. She was shaking like a sieve. Her lips were closed, and she seemed to have a major determination. "I can't remember what I call."

After speaking, she almost collapsed. Tears fell down like the beads of the skewers. The lips with a faint lip gloss had been bitten, and the blood beads came out.

Edward sighed, reached out and grabbed the stubborn woman in front of her, and patted it gently behind her with one hand, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

In a room in the castle, the old man watched the two people who watched a cup of red wine, "Call him back later."

Ding Yiyi cried for a long time, and wiped the mascara when she wiped her eyes with her hands. At this time, Edward let go of her consciously turn around, "I go to drive, we go home."

"Edward," Ding Yiyi called him, "Thank you."

He didn't look back, but nodded slightly sideways, then turned and left.
Chapter completed!