He saw a happy expression on her face, and the blame on her mouth became a sigh. "You like it, there should be no vase in the manor, I let Aili buy it for you."

After that, he picked up his pen again, his complexion was still very unnatural, "Go to play by yourself," the discourse paused, "Be careful not to exercise vigorously."

"Okay." Ding Yiyi held the bouquet, "That will not bother you."

After she walked out of the room, after closing the door, her jumping expression was replaced by doubts. She looked at the starry star in her hand, her drooping eyes had no joy in the room, but with a hint of anxiety.

Throwing the flowers in her hand to the windowsill, she looked back at the closed door, and then left.

When lunch, the maid stood on both sides of the table, the dishes on the table had been cold, Derric sat on the upper position, his expression was light.

"Do you want me to urge his wife?" Aili took a step forward, and also had doubts in his heart. In the past few days, Asma seemed to be late, even at the dinner table, always let the young master wait.

She looked at the young master's comfortable face, and the patience of the young master was so good. At this time, Ding Yiyi slowly came from upstairs.

"Sorry, I'm late." She looked at Derric, and didn't have much apologetic component in his tone. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he picked up his knife and fork.

"Wait a minute." Derric's voice shook the spirit of the people present.

Ding Yi looked at him intently, and her heart had been pounding. She had to put the knife and fork back into the plate again, and put her hands on both sides of the body.

Derrick glanced at the meat and rice that had been cold on the table.

"Master!?" Ai Li was shocked, lest he he heard it wrong. The obese arm stabbed the maid next to him, and saw the other person's eyes in his eyes.

Derric snorted unhappyly, she hurried forward, "Yes, Master."

The hot meals quickly brought up again, fresh and full rice, and the chefs carefully stewed all kinds of Chinese dishes.

Aili made a piece of sauce elbow in the dish in Derric's signal, and cut it in his plate.

Derric glanced at Ding Yiyi's chopsticks in his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the knife and fork and put the meat into his mouth.

Aili almost came out. How many years have n’t you ever touched the meat?

Derrick's cheeks were slightly frowning, and then let go for a while. He picked up a napkin and covered his mouth. After a while, he put it down.

"Why not eat?" He turned to look at Ding Yiyi, his face was still a little stiff, and the action of the wine was a little embarrassed.

Ding Yiyi's pork sauce elbow was put into the mouth, and the stewed muscle tissue melted in the mouth, which was extremely delicious, but at this time she was tasteless.

She saw Derek's tolerance expression, and the movements on her hands were first thought. She held his hand and his voice was low, "Why?"

His eyes were parked in the hand covering his back, and saw the hand hurried away. Then he said: "There is no reason," seeing the other person's worry, he took a sip of wine, picked up the knife and fork again

"The taste is not bad."

After lunch, Derekre couldn't sleep at noon, but Ding Yiyi felt that he had a thorn in his throat, swallowing it, and it wouldn't work.

"It's too dangerous, it's really too dangerous." She murmured to herself in a low voice, feeling very uneasy. Suddenly, her stomach felt uncomfortable, and she covered her mouth and retched.

Ai Li happened to pass by, with a glass of brandy on the tray in her hand. Derek felt uncomfortable after returning to the bedroom. As expected, eating meat was still too much.

"God, what's wrong with you?" She hurriedly walked to Ding Yiyi, put down the tray, and patted her back with one hand, "Are you feeling well?"

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and waved her hands, forcing herself to swallow the sour taste in her mouth before looking up, "It's okay Aili, I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable. Just go out and breathe some fresh air."

She staggered outside and almost fell down if she wasn't careful. An arm held her firmly, and a familiar voice came, "Mrs. Asma, be careful."

"It's you." Ding Yiyi looked up at Dongqing, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. The latter smiled at her, then took two steps back, leaving a distance between them.

She felt something was wrong, and after staring at the other person's face for a while, she realized that there was something wrong with his eyes. The warm eyes before were now extremely calm, as if the love before had suddenly disappeared.

"No need to disturb me." Dongqing nodded to her, then straightened out her wrinkled cuffs, then walked past her and walked straight in.

"It seems that Derek Manor is going to cause waves because of that woman." He walked to the corner, glanced at the woman standing at the garden door with the corner of his eye, and frowned.

In the room, Derek drank another glass of wine, and the unpleasant and sticky taste in his mouth still lingered. He sighed and motioned to the servant to fill up the glass again.

"Sir, we may have run into a little trouble this time." Dongqing put a piece of information in front of him, "Look at this man, he is currently acquiring our supermarkets."

"Hahahaha." Derek's deep voice was like the alto of a flute, and his expression rarely changed so drastically, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke.

His laughter suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand pressed the button of the cassette recorder, "Acquisition? Do you know how many supermarkets there are in the whole of Rome, and how many supermarkets belong to me?"

Dongqing's back was very straight, and her voice was a little dry, "As far as I know, that's the truth."
Chapter completed!