He saw the happy expression on her face, and the blame turned into a sigh, "It's good that you like it, there should be no vase in the manor, I'll ask Aili to buy it for you."

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

"Okay." Ding Yiyi held the bouquet, "then I won't bother you."

After she walked out of the room and closed the door, her excited expression was replaced by doubt. She looked at the stars in her hand, and her drooping eyes no longer had the joy in the room, but instead had a hint of anxiety.

She threw the flowers in her hand out of the windowsill, and she turned around and looked at the closed door before leaving.

During lunch, the servant stood on both sides of the table, and the dishes on the table were cold. Derek sat in the upper seat, looking calm.

"Do you want me to urge my wife?" Aili took a step forward, and he was confused. Asma seemed to be late these days, and even at the dinner table, he always asked the young master to wait.

She looked at the young master's contented face and was surprised that the young master's patience was so good. At this time, Ding Yiyi slowly walked upstairs.

"Sorry, I'm late." She looked at Derek, and there was not much apologetic in her tone. Seeing that he didn't say anything, she picked up the knife and fork.

"Wait a minute." Derek's voice shocked everyone present.

Ding Yiyi looked at him with her eyes fixed on her heart, and her heart kept beating. She had to put the knife and fork back on the plate and put her hands on both sides of her body.

Derek glanced at the meat and rice that had already cooled off on the dining table, "Go and heat it up," his tone broke for a few seconds, with a hint of hesitation, "Give me one too."

"Young Master!" Aili was shocked, fearing that he had heard it wrong, so he poked the maid next to him with his fat arm, and he looked surprised when he saw the other party's eyes.

Derek snorted unhappy, and she hurriedly stepped forward, "Yes, Master."

The hot meal was quickly brought back, fresh and plump rice, and various Chinese dishes carefully stewed by the chef.

At Derek's gesture, Eli put a piece of sauce elbow on the plate, cut it and placed it on his dining plate.

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

Aili almost called out. How many years has the young master not touched meat?

Derek's cheeks rose slightly, his brows frowned for a while, and then let go. He picked up the napkin and covered his mouth, and it took a while before he put it down.

"Why don't you eat?" He turned to look at Ding Yiyi, his face was still a little stiff, and his movements of holding the wine were a little embarrassed.

Ding Yiyi put her elbows into her mouth, and the stewed soft muscle tissue melted in her mouth, which was very delicious, but at this time she was a little tasteless.

She saw Derek's forbearing expression, and the movements on her hands were ahead of thinking. She held his hand and her voice was low, "Why?"

His eyes were parked on the hand covering the back of his hand. Seeing the hand rushing away, he said, "No reason." Seeing the other party's worried expression, he took a sip of the wine and picked up the knife and fork again. "It tasted pretty good."

After lunch, Derek Ray went to take a nap without moving, but Ding Yiyi felt a thorn thorn in her throat. It was not possible to swallow it or vomit it out.

"It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous." She murmured to herself, feeling very uneasy, and suddenly her stomach felt uncomfortable, and she covered her mouth and retching.

Aili happened to pass by, and there was a glass of brandy in the tray in her hand. Derek felt uncomfortable after returning to the bedroom. As expected, eating meat was still too forced.

"God, what's wrong with you?" She hurriedly walked to Ding Yiyi, put down the tray, and patted her back with one hand, "Don't feel comfortable?"

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and waved her hand, forced the sour smell in her mouth before looking up, "It's okay, Aili, I'm just a little uncomfortable, just go out and take a breath of fresh air."

She staggered outward, and when she was not careful, she almost fell down, and one arm held her steadily, and a familiar voice came, "Madam Asma, be careful."

"It's you." Ding Yiyi looked up at the holly who hadn't seen for a long time. The latter smiled at her and then took two steps back, with the two a distance apart.

She felt something was wrong, and stared at the other person's face for a while before she realized that it was a wrong look. Her previous warm eyes were very calm at this time, as if the love she had suddenly disappeared.

"Don't disturb me." Holly nodded to her, then sorted out her slightly wrinkled cuffs, then shuttled past her and walked straight in.

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

In the room, Derek drank another glass of wine, and the uncomfortable and sticky smell in his mouth had not yet dissipated. He sighed and signaled the servant to fill the wine again.

"Sir, we may have had some trouble this time." Holly put a piece of information in front of him, "Look at this man, he is currently buying our supermarket."

"Hahahaha." Derek's low voice seemed to the flute's mid-bass. His expression rarely changed so violently, as if he had heard some funny joke.

His laughter suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand pressed the button of the inclusion machine, "Purchase? Do you know how many supermarkets are in all Rome, and how many supermarkets are there?"

Holly's back was straight and his voice was a little dry, "It seems that this is the case."
Chapter completed!