Cool CEO's Exclusive Love

0He couldn't do anything if he didn't want to enter the cemetery, but he still had to question and register if he wanted to enter the tomb. Therefore, while cursing, he got up and put on the ice-cold down jacket, picked up a flashlight and went out, then said to the man who had just got out of the car: "This is a private territory, you can't casually enter."    

    

"Is she still inside?"    

    

Seeing that the person inside was dressed in rich clothes and had a luxurious car, he guessed that the car belonged to a wealthy family, so he nodded, "You've been in there for quite a while, if you want to go in you have to register."    

    

When he saw the man's expression darken, he started to ponder about his relationship with that woman. He only heard her say, "I'm not going in, just waiting here."    

    

Another strange person was waiting here in such a cold weather. He was truly a fool that had a lot of money. The caretaker prayed that there would be no more visitors before he returned to the house, but he couldn't fall asleep. He just sat on the bed and looked into the distance. He could still see the outline of the woman's white clothes.    

    

Ding Yiyi cried for a while and felt much better. She picked up her bag from the ground and took out the death application form. After filling in this form, the person called Ye Nianmo truly died.    

    

If she wanted to be with Dong Qing, she had to cross this threshold. She knew it, so she kept her decision to herself. But knowing was the same thing. Making a decision was the same thing.    

    

She took out a pen from her bag and stabbed it into the paper. However, the pen continued to tremble, and soon traces of it were left on the white paper.    

    

If she couldn't do it, she would have to admit his death. This was much more difficult to accept than hearing that he had disappeared. She hastily bent down to pick up the pen but dropped the application form.    

    

A pair of black leather shoes appeared in his line of sight. Dongqing bent down and picked up the application form. After looking at it for a moment, she folded it in half and then took the pen from her hands and put it into her bag.    

    

He took off his gloves and used his warm hands to cover Ding Yiyi's reddened hands as he said, "Wait a minute, it'll be warm soon."    

    

Ding Yiyi didn't say anything. She just stared at the man in front of her, the man she hoped to be able to achieve her happiness.    

    

In this life, without Ye Nianmo, she would not be happy. However, if she could make her best friend happy, then she was willing.    

    

Dong Qing saw that her hands were already covered by the heat, and didn't seem as cold as before. She took out the gloves and carefully helped to put them on. The gloves were a bit large, so they couldn't avoid falling off.    

    

Ding Yiyi took the initiative to hold his hand and smiled. The tip of her nose, red from the cold, moved like a rabbit's.    

    

"That way it won't fall."    

    

Dong Qing was startled, and then his face slowly turned warm. "Alright."    

    

They sat quietly in the car with the heater on, the wipers blowing away the fog in front of the windshield.    

    

"There's something I want to tell you." Dong Qing was the first to speak.    

    

Ding Yiyi replied. As she had cried before, her eyes were still swollen, so she sat sideways to block the sight.    

    

"You and I have already reached the age where love is the only thing we can't do. Honestly speaking, a marriage contract doesn't have much meaning to us up to this day. As long as the two of us can be together, it is enough that you are willing to let me take care of you.    

    

Even if we are not married, we can still be together until the day when we can't walk anymore and I can't walk anymore. Together, we can go to the nursing home and watch the sunset together. We can reminisce together. "    

    

He took out a gift box and opened it to reveal two simple rings. "Even if you don't marry, are you willing to accompany me for the rest of my life?"    

    

Ding Yiyi stretched out her right hand in response. Although she didn't say a word, she had already explained everything.    

    

She noticed that she was still wearing her wedding ring with Ye Nianmo on her right index finger. The other party had already paid too much of a price, so she couldn't keep everything in her hand forever and just force him to give up.    

    

She was about to take out the ring on her index finger, but was stopped by Dong Qing. He took out a smaller ring and slipped it into her middle finger.    

    

"Yes."    

    

Knowing that Ding Yiyi and Dong Qing didn't even plan to hold a wedding or even hold a banquet, the two of them agreed to it in silence. Ye Chuqing felt that they were being too hasty and didn't even want to open a banquet, so she called Ye Shuimo to persuade her.    

    

Ye Shuimo heaved a sigh of relief. If she didn't get a marriage certificate, then her mother wouldn't have to apply for her father's death. Her heart was full of flesh and blood, and she knew that was a selfish thought, but there was no other way to make her mother admit that her father had died.    

    

She wanted to find her father, or at least talk to him about it, but unless he contacted her, she had no idea where she was going.    

    

Ye Nianmo was very careful in his actions. If he didn't want others to know, even Ye Miao wouldn't be able to detect him.    

    

The two of them could not find him, but the time was nearing the eighth day of the month. Back then, it was the old mistress who brought everyone in to make porridge. Now, the old mistress has lived for many years, yet Xia Yihan has inherited the tradition of meticulous and continuous Ye Family.    

    

Four years ago, it was unclear whether Ye Nianmo was dead or alive. She had suffered too much of a blow and had left the country to settle down. Therefore, the habit of bringing everyone to eat porridge had fallen on Ding Yiyi's head.    

    

Early in the morning, Ding Yiyi called Ye Shuimo over and worked with Ye Chuqing and the other two in the kitchen. Ye Chuqing was a master at cooking, but when she cooked Chinese food, she was confused.    

    

Ye Bo had to work today, Soong Mengjie had to return to her parents' home today, Soong Shuhao was currently not in good health, and today he had to go to the hospital for a physical examination. Ye Bo's wife ignored him and could not bring her darling to the hospital.    

    

Darling, who was doing her homework, asked, "Teacher, why did you let your Laba eat porridge?"    

    

Ye Shuimo had been looking into it before, and she was now happy to put on a show of learning: "According to legend, in the northern part of ancient India, in the southern part of Nepal today, there was a king of food in the Kingdom of Cavilo. He had a son, Jotumo Siddhartha, who, when he was young, suffered from all the troubles of life, old age, illness, and death, found that social life was futile and was extremely dissatisfied with the divine power of Brahmanism.    

    

Thus, at the age of twenty-nine, he abandoned the splendour of the royal family, went out to practice Taoism, learned yoga, and worked hard for six years, about 525 BC. One day, under a Bodhi tree in the Buddha Gaya, he comprehended the Tao and founded Buddhism. Legend has it that this day was the eighth day of the 12th lunar month in China. Because he was of the Sakyamuni race, the Buddhists later revered him as Sakyamuni, the Sage of the Sakyamuni.    

    

It was said that before Sakyamuni became a Buddha, he had practiced asceticism for many years. At this time, he met a shepherdess who gave him chyme for food. After he had eaten the chyle and regained his strength, he sat under the Bodhi tree and meditated, reaching his goal on December 8. The summer calendar is in December, so December 8th is called La 8. "    

    

Baby pursed her lips. "I can't stand hunger."    

    

Ding Yiyi poured the black rice, rice, black beans, raisins, dates, glutinous rice, coconut rice, lotus seeds and peanuts into the water to wash.    

    

To make the porridge taste good, you must not use natural gas. Instead, you must use coal and a casserole specially made for making the porridge to simmer slowly.    

    

Ye Chuqing smiled. "In the past, when Big Brother was here, he would bring you to eat at home the moment you arrived at La Eight. At that time, you can have a big bowl of it."    

    

Ding Yiyi said, "That's right. If there's a chance, I also want to let him have a taste of my porridge."    

    

This topic was somewhat heavy. The two of them did not say anything at the same time as they silently placed the washed ingredients into the claypot. Ye Shuimo went to the garden to start a fire to roast the porridge.    

    

There was a technique to starting a fire, she thought as she watched the gas rise from the coal, but it didn't. She thought it was strange, she had wanted to do it for fun, but now she was discouraged as well.    

    

"You've never been one since you were young. Of course you can't." Ding Yiyi crouched down and took out a piece of the smoking coal ball. Then she lit a newspaper and put it in the coal ball. When the coal ball was filled with smoke, she fanned it open with her fan.    

    

"Wow."    

    

She laughed. "When I was very young, sometimes I had to burn coal at home, when I was very young and couldn't understand anything else, I had to run errands for your grandfather and burn coal balls, and once when I didn't see the fire, I looked closer and the coal balls suddenly burst into flames and burned half my eyebrows, and then your grandfather taught me a lesson for a long time."    

    

Ye Shuimo squatted down and listened. Suddenly, she said, "Mom, have you decided to settle abroad with Uncle Dongqing?"    

    

Ding Yiyi was stunned. "Shuimo doesn't want me to leave?"    

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The latter nodded, "I can't bear to part with you."    

    

Ding Yiyi smiled. She wanted to touch her, but felt that the ingredients on her hand weren't suitable. Instead, she patted her. "Silly child."    

    

Seeing that she was about to leave, Ye Shuimohua suddenly stood up. "Mom, actually."    

    

"Here comes the porridge. Everyone move out of the way." Ye Chuqing came out with the pot and interrupted their conversation.    

    

Ding Yiyi rushed over to help smooth out the claypot. While doing so, she asked distractedly, "Shuimo, what were you trying to say just now?"    

    

"Nothing." Ye Shuimo didn't dare to say anything else and just told a lie before leaving.    

    

At night, the family gathered around a porridge. Ding Yiyi knew Ye Shuimo had something on her mind seeing that she was hesitating to speak, so she warned Ye Miao to be more careful when they were about to leave for home.    

    

After returning home, Ye Miao put the porridge he brought with him into the fridge. Ye Shuimo went upstairs and said, "I'm going to take a bath."    

    

Ye Miao pushed open the bathroom door after filling the tub with water and ran out in the hot air.    

    

He hugged her and rested his chin on her soft white neck. He rubbed her hair and said, "Mom said that your expression today is not right. Let me communicate with you."    

    

Ye Shuimo sighed, "Perhaps I was too willful and selfish, hoping that Mom and Dad would be able to break out of their relationship. But I feel that I've let Uncle Dongqing down."    

    

Her face was flushed from the steam. Ye Miao leaned over and pecked at her. "I think so too."    

    

"But we can't find Dad. He probably doesn't want to see us at all."    

    

"I can." Ye Miao's eyes turned darker and thicker. His curly and beautiful eyelashes were covered with a lot of mist. "Maybe he's really powerful, but he underestimated me."    

    

Without further ado, he took off the clothes of the man in front of him and said, "I smell like coal."    

    

"Is that so?" Ye Shuimo lifted her hand and sniffed. She seemed to have smelled it herself as she turned around to retrieve the essential oil.    

    

In the hazy mist, her narrow waist was faintly wrong. Her perfect figure could be seen clearly. Her snow-white skin was even whiter than the white porcelain drill.