"You don't care what she does. As her daughter, she doesn't want me as her mother, so why should I care what she does?" Si Si sat aside and said disdainfully.

Aoxue quietly stood up and went back to the room, sitting on the dressing table. The two people outside were still having a fuss. She picked up a comb and gently combed her long, silky hair.

The woman in the mirror is beautiful and mature. She has a successful career, owns her own jewelry store, and has a rich father who can help her get married in a glamorous manner. However, these are nothing. Whoever wants the money will get it.

The only one she cares about is Ye Nianmo.

In the Ye family, a designer from Italy was measuring Aoxue's height and waist, while Ye Nianmo sat aside with an expressionless expression.

"Miss, you are the most beautiful oriental woman I have ever seen." The designer praised in broken Chinese. Aoxue smiled sweetly. She turned around and saw Ye Nianmo sitting aside with nothing to do.

She waved her hand to the designer and walked to him obediently with the wedding dress brochure, "Nianmo, do you think this wedding dress looks good? It was worn by an American star. I think it's pretty good."

Ye Nianmo's eyes casually scanned the album and said calmly: "As long as you like it."

The smile on Aoxue's face could no longer hold. She touched her belly, trying to attract his attention, "I haven't been able to sleep well recently. I don't know if this little guy is making a fuss while wearing a wedding dress."

How should I cover it?"

Ye Nianmo's eyes finally fell on her slightly swollen belly, and he was thinking about how great it would be if Ding Yiyi was standing here today.

He would personally choose the most beautiful wedding dress for her, and happily wait for the arrival of that little life with her. Aoxue watched him get up and go upstairs, and shouted aggrievedly, "Nianmo!"

Ye Nianmo stopped on the stairs and looked at her condescendingly, "A dozen servants of the Ye family should be able to meet your needs."

Ignoring the aggrieved call from behind, Ye Nianmo never looked back. A figure swam quickly in the water in Nuo Da's swimming pool.

The water swayed gently from both sides of his body, and suddenly there was a sound of water breaking. Ye Nianmo slowly walked up from the swimming pool, and the servant hurriedly handed over the bath towel.

Whiskey was placed on the balcony with large floor-to-ceiling windows. Another servant took out ice cubes from the ice bucket and handed over the wine glass respectfully.

Ye Nianmo stretched out his hand to take it, and his fingertips touched each other. The maid's face turned red instantly, and she secretly glanced at the young master's muscular body.

Taking courage, she shyly raised her head secretly. The young master didn't seem to notice her little move at all. He just looked into the distance, not knowing who else he was thinking about.

In Paris, France, Ding Yiyi stopped a passerby who looked Chinese for the thirtieth time and asked, "Do you know Avenue Montaigne?"

The Asian man who was stopped smiled at the two of them, showing his big white teeth, and then clasped his hands and nodded piously to the two of them, "Namasdai"

Ding Yiyi and Qiu Bai looked at each other, "Indians..."

"Are you looking for Avenue Montaigne?" A lazy voice suddenly came from beside the two of them. Ding Yiyi turned around and saw a foreign man who was close to 1.8 meters tall and smiled at them.

Seemingly sensing their doubts, the man's deep male eyes blinked, and the thick beard on his chin moved slightly as he opened his mouth, "My name is Elaine, and I have lived in China for several years."

Ding Yiyi turned around and discussed with Qiu Bai in a low voice, "Is it reliable? He's not selling organs, right?"

Qiu Bai also looked cautious. Elaine outside the window said helplessly: "Ladies, I am really not selling organs. In fact, I just want to ask if you have seen two women, similar to you, who are models in this catwalk.
Chapter completed!