"No." Ye Bo said firmly. He glanced at her with a clear look in his eyes, "There will be nothing going on between them."

Listening to his firm words and looking at his back, Shuibei was so angry that he stamped his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

On the other side, Ye Nianmo was driving a car. His speed was not very fast, and there was no trace of impatience in his calmness, but his eyes were cold and stern. His hands were tightly clasping the steering wheel, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

Ding Yiyi moved her eyes away from the back of his hand and looked out the window again, looking at the fine dust flying in the air as if she was possessed.

When she got home, she got out of the car first, stood on the side of the car, and watched Ye Nianmo drive the car into the garage.

She stared at the tire tracks on the rotating black wheels without thinking about anything. She didn't turn around until she couldn't see them anymore.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of freshener. This was Sister Zhang's habit after cleaning: she always sprinkled the air freshener she made in the room. The smell of mugwort water in it smelled very strange.

smell.

She walked to the living room, sat on the spotless sofa, and cast her eyes on the wall in front of her, where a modern oil painting hung. A distorted face, colorful strips, and a weird style.

Ye Nianmo opened the door and walked to the sofa opposite her. After sitting down, he blocked her view of the front, "Why are you angry?"

"Didn't you say you won't come back until tomorrow?" Ding Yiyi's tone was so calm that even she was surprised.

He pursed his lips. No one would like a man, a man with a successful career, to face such an aggressive questioning attitude. "I did say that." He sighed, thinking about how to tell her.

Her heart was falling, her hand on the handle was pressed back against the leather sofa, and her voice was cold, "That's enough."

"What's enough?" Ye Nianmo frowned. He felt that the other party must have made a mistake. He stood up and walked to her side, reaching out and gently clasping both sides of her shoulders.

"Let me go." The voice in Ding Yiyi's mouth was like an animal with its bones removed, soft and soft, as if it could float in the air in the next second.

He lowered his head, as he had done thousands of times in the past, trying to catch the look in her eyes, but she refused to give her this chance. When he came closer, he immediately reached out and pushed forward.

For her, Ye Nianmo always put down all his equipment. He followed her movements and took a step or two back, leaning his calves on the coffee table behind him. The coffee table was pushed back by the force.

The cup placed on the edge of the coffee table shook, and then fell from the edge of the table, hitting the ground and blooming with a crisp sound.

The clear voice hit Ding Yiyi's heart. She jumped up and rushed out the door, eager to escape from here.

Ye Nianmo immediately reached out to catch her, and stepped on the glass fragments with his heels. The fragments scratched his skin, and a large amount of blood flowed out, soaked the ground, and merged with the red mahogany floor.

He saw her about to run to the entrance when he suddenly let out a painful groan. As expected, Ding Yiyi stopped and turned around hesitantly.

Even though he was already standing in front of the pool of blood, blocking part of the shocking blood, it still looked amazing.

Ding Yiyi ran back to him, a little helpless and wanted to help him stop the bleeding. When she saw a stream of blood coming out from under his feet with every step he took in her direction, she was so scared that she covered her mouth.

"Can you help get the medicine box? There are broken glass into my feet." Ye Nianmo's voice sounded flat and couldn't hear any pain.
Chapter completed!