She stood up, her eyes revealing a hint of gratitude, "Thank you."

After Ye Bo left, she looked around. This was something Ye Chuyun had taken for her with his life. She let it go just to let him know that without his care, she could live a good life.

In the afternoon, in the private room of the Emgrand Hotel, all the international actors and famous French designers gathered together. Elaine looked at An Ran with some hostility, and intuition told him that the man was also interested in Ding Yiyi.

"Sorry, I'm late." Ding Yiyi pushed the door and entered

Seeing her, An Ran and Elaine's expressions lit up. Alin looked at all this clearly and deliberately signaled Ding Yiyi to the position next to her.

Ding Yiyi said, "I have been worried about me a lot before. I am too ignorant, so I want to hold a guilty banquet today. Thank you."

"You should thank Ye Nianmo." Xu Weiren, who had not spoken, suddenly said.

An Ran looked at him and frowned slightly. He didn't want Ding Yiyi to know about this kind of thing. Xu Weiren continued: "He came to the United States in person to find us, so that we can care about you as friends."

Ding Yiyi looked at An Ran in surprise. An Ran knew that she could not hide it. She curled her lips and said, "That's right, he did come to me."

"Then master, you?" She turned her gaze to Alin.

Alin stroked the gem scepter in his hand, "He also came to France to find me in person."

"And I." Qiubai intersected.

Ding Yiyi was stunned on the spot, her mood was like a bucket on a shoulder pole. Qiubai sighed, "Remember I said I should cherish the person in front of me."

This sentence is like a spell to lift the spell. The confusion in Ding Yiyi's eyes disappeared, and instead she was determined. She bowed to everyone and hurriedly ran out.

"Sorry." Xu Weiren apologized, halved and sunk, An Ran shook her head, and there was helplessness in her eyes, "Who told her that she could only see him in her eyes?"

Almost anxiously got out of the car, and as soon as he rushed into the Ye family, he met Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing who were holding their luggage.

"Uncle and aunt, you guys?"

Ding Yiyi stopped and looked at the suitcases under the two of them, feeling a little sad.

"Good boy," Hai Qingqing staggered forward. In a short time, she looked like she was ten years older. "This is a place that will make us sad, so we want to go somewhere else and take advantage of the time we can still walk around.

Instead of Chuyun, look at other worlds.”

Mo Xiaojun quietly turned his head and wiped the tears in his eyes with his fingers desperately.

Ding Yiyi felt ache, "I will support you for the rest of my life!"

"Good baby," Hai Qingqing also had red eyes, and her tone was choked with sobs, "Thank you for giving Chuyun a beautiful memory."

The two frustrated people walked out of the Ye family with each other, and their backs gradually disappeared from her sight. Ding Yiyi felt sour, and her originally excited and anticipated mood was much more settled.

She knew that Ye Nianmo was at home, and during this period, he had always been at home for a long time, but she was fascinated by sadness and turned a blind eye to his company.

Ye Nianmo was not in the study, and the computer was glowing leisurely lights. She walked into the room and stood under the window. She could see the person playing the piano alone in the garden at a glance.

She couldn't see his expression, but she could infer from his agile hands that he was not too bad at this time.

I walked downstairs and gently walked behind him. The music was just at its climax. Notes came like rain hitting a banana leaf, and then slowly left as the tone weakened.
Chapter completed!