"How do you usually teach you, how do you have a guest, do you even forget the rules?" Derrick's thin hand knocked on the handrail, as if he was blame the servant, but his eyes were looking at Ye Nianmo, as if

I don't ask for the other party.

The servants hurriedly arranged into two lines, and the atmosphere at the scene was heavy. After the appearance of Ding Yiyi, Ye Nianmo never moved away.

"It's okay." He stretched out his hand and motioned for her to come over.

Ding Yiyi walked towards him involuntarily, she looked at his face obsessed and found that her heart had been pounding.

"Asma." Derek suddenly spoke, knocking on the hand of the handle to hold the hand tightly, and the voice sank, "Asma, come over."

Ding Yiyi ignored her ears, she continued to walk in the direction of Ye Nianmo, her left arm trembled slightly, and she wanted to hold his hand.

Derrick's face is ugly, and his voice is overcast and cold. "Asma, you are not suitable for too excited now."

Ye Nianmo squinted his eyes, looked at Ding Yiyi with a painful face, and his face was still in place, but he still stood still, but saw her stop.

"What did you do?" Ye Nianmo asked faintly.

Derek looked at Ding Yiyi's back proudly and urged: "Asma, I'm glad that you are so good to our guests as the hostess of the manor, okay, now come back to me."

Ding Yiyi turned slowly, Ye Nianmo was about to move, and Derrick's voice immediately sounded. "Please don't be too close to my wife, otherwise we are very troublesome."

He pointed his pistol at Ye Nianmo, and there was a touch of killing in his eyes.

"Derek!" Ding Yiyi's voice was sharp and speeded up the pace towards him.

She walked next to the wheelchair, her head was low, and she dared not respond to the sharp eyes on her body.

Derric took her hand, she wanted to resist, the other party secretly put pressure on, and always seized her hand firmly.

"Asma, this is impolite, looking up to talk to the guests." Derek was not enough. He ordered her to look up.

She trembled and looked up, looking at Ye Nianmo, who gradually came in her direction, loved prisoners, and after the chest was floating violently, one sentence finally broke through the chest, "you go back."

Ye Nianmo raised his eyebrows. He continued to walk in her direction. Derrick pulled out his pistol again. The dark hole pointed at him, "Mr. Ye, my wife doesn't like you so close."

Ye Nianmo was ignored, and he walked towards her, and his eyes only looked at her. Derrick's fingers were placed on the trigger.

"No, Derrick, you must not do that." Ding Yiyi begged Ye Nianmo, "Go back, hurry up."

There were only a dozen steps left between the two. Derrick's eyes narrowed, the index finger bent slightly, and the trigger fell into the inner one centimeter.

Ding Yiyi was about to faint. She would fly to the past, and the strong man stepped forward to catch her shoulders.

"Ye Nianmo, goodbye." Derek said coldly, his index finger was force.

"Read Mo!" Ding Yiyi shouted exhaustedly.

The shadow passed, and the empty lobby sounded the screams of a woman, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Ye Nianmo didn't know where to pick out pistols from Aili's temples. She looked at Derrick and said, "I don't like this way of hospitality."

"Do you think I will give up my wife because of her?" Derrick's eyes were hazy. He didn't go to see Aili, as if the other party was not worth mentioning.

Ye Nianmo is very confident, "I think can."

After loosening Derrick's fists, he clenched and "exchanged."
Chapter completed!