Never Regret Falling in Love with You

"How do you know?" I'm the housekeeper, you know? Butler, and I don't know anything? " The butler glared at Mo Xiao Yin.

"You mean you want me to be kind?" Mo Xiao Yin was moved by the butler and started to bite the bait.

He cleared his throat and continued, "You think Mr. Ye doesn't like your sister. If you are kind enough to plead for your sister, in the future, even if they come to an agreement, your sister will still be a journalist. If Mr. Ye sees you pleading for mercy, he knows that you are kind."

However, the steward was thinking of making Mr. Ye like you. In the next life, Mr. Ye won't like you either. Only you have the nerve to steal your sister's man.

The butler was worried about how he would help her if Mr. Ye insisted on beating up Xia Yihan's child. The child was also Mr. Ye's. The butler frowned as he quickly ran through the situation. Who could help Xia Yihan now?

Mo Xiao Yin pondered over the words of the butler, but she was unwilling. If she begged for mercy, Ye Mo would be soft-hearted for a moment, then wouldn't the two of them be rekindling their old feelings? If he didn't have much confidence in fighting someone else, how could he let go of Xia Yihan? Who was Xia Yihan? That was the person Ye Mo liked. Did Ye Mo hate Xia Yihan now? Feng Shui turned back and forth, who knew if she would be able to reconcile with her after being persuaded by others. Mo Xiao Yin kept shaking his head, no, she was not willing.

The butler saw that Ye Mo did not call for him, so he did not dare to go near. He remembered to go around and search for a way to help Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan's elder brother, Li Mingjun, was overseas and couldn't be saved even if he was far away. No way. Hai Zhixuan? Right, him. The butler took out his cell phone and called Hai Zhixuan, who was still on the phone. The butler stomped his feet in anger.

Speaking of Hai Zhixuan, he was trying his best to curry favor with Lin Ling. He kept calling Lin Ling, which really increased the revenue of the mobile company.

"Lin Ling, can you listen to my explanation?" Hai Zhixuan was about to go crazy. Why couldn't this woman just calm down and listen to what he had to say? He couldn't do anything to her now. He could use all of his effort to deal with other people, but Lin Ling couldn't hide from him. No matter how many tricks he had, it would be useless.

"Hai Zhixuan, we have nothing to explain. If you play chess with my father, I won't stop you from coming to the Lin Family, but I won't see you." The ice beauty hung up the phone as she spoke.

In this situation, Hai Zhixuan called Lin Ling on her cell phone again. Could the butler call him?

He thought of Mo Xiaojun. If he remembered correctly, Xia Yihan and Mr. Ye were boyfriend and girlfriend before meeting each other. The butler thought that Mo Xiaojun would save her.

Thinking about the relationship between Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing, the butler hesitated. It wouldn't be convenient for him to call her like this, after all, not long after Hai Qingqing's child was born, Xia Yihan called Mo Xiaojun big brother, but how Mo Xiaojun treated Xia Yihan was hard to say.

The butler racked his brains, but he couldn't think of any good candidates other than Mo Xiaojun. He gritted his teeth and dialed Mo Xiaojun's number.

Mo Xiaojun was confused when he saw the caller ID. Ye Mo's steward called him, but he still picked up after a long while.

"Butler, you were looking for me?"

Hai Qingqing was playing with the child. She glanced at Mo Xiaojun answering the phone, smiled, and continued to tease the child.

The butler saw that someone was speaking on the phone and said happily, "Mr. Mo, it's really good to hear from you. I really have something to talk to you about."

"What is it?" Mo Xiaojun heard the tone of the butler was weird, he was also wondering why the butler was looking for him.

"Mr. Mo, Miss Xia and Mr. Ye are arguing. I'm afraid you will have to take care of Miss Xia for a while from now on." He believed that Mr. Ye must have Miss Xia in his heart, but he did not know what made him separate from her.

Mo Xiaojun did not believe his ears, he opened his mouth and asked, "What did you say?"

"Mr. Mo, Miss Xia and Mr. Ye are arguing. I'm afraid I have to trouble you to take care of her in the future." Before the steward could continue, Ye Mo's voice sounded.

"Butler, bring someone inside."

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Ye is looking for me. Let's just leave it at that, I'll hang up first." The butler shook his head and hung up.

He nearly trotted to the hall, and Mo Xiao Ning also ran after him. Unfortunately, her heels were too high, even if she was young, she couldn't outrun the butler.

"Mr. Ye, I told you to go get a few people for me, and to drive here." He approached Xia Yihan and said in a language that could freeze her to death, "Xia Yihan, your father killed my father, I hate you. Say, how could I possibly have children with you, and if you have my child, how could I be worthy of my father? So if you want to blame Xia Yihan, you can only blame Zhong Yuquan."

With that, Ye Mo let go of Xia Yihan, while she lay on the ground. Ye Mo did not even glance at her.

The moment Ye Mo approached Xia Yihan, she had a feeling that she had returned to the past. The two had been so intimate in the past, and before she had the time to be warm, Ye Mo's next words sent her down a deep abyss.

Make her blame Zhong Yuquan? How could she blame him? She couldn't choose her parents. She could only blame herself for being unlucky. She could only blame herself for meeting Ye Mo and falling in love with him.

Ye Mo looked at Xia Yihan's pain. She had the pleasure of revenge, and an indescribable pain.

"Butler, come in quickly." He did not want to see Xia Yihan again, nor did he want to delve into his own baffling feelings.

The butler happened to be leading the other servants over.

"Take Xia Yihan and find a hospital and beat the child up." He had his back facing the others. When he said that he had killed Song Wanting's child, he didn't feel much. He only thought that it was bad for her since the child had taken shape.

"Mr. Ye, you." The butler did not believe him. He had always thought that Ye Mo and Xia Yihan were the ones who said that they beat the child up because they were angry.

"I have to say it a few times, beat the child in Xia Yihan's stomach." This was what she wanted the most. Mo Xiao Yin had finally taken into consideration the words of the butler, she carefully stood there with the same expression on her face as the others, but in her heart, she was hoping that Ye Mo would quickly get rid of Xia Yihan's child.

"Ye-Mo, what did you say?"

Xia Yihan was awoken by the word 'child'. She looked at Ye Mo in disbelief. She did not believe that Ye Mo was the one who said this. Xia Yihan screamed, and even called Ye Mo by name.

"Xia Yihan, you better listen up. No matter what, you can't keep the child in your stomach today."

Other than indifference, there was only indifference on his face. If Xia Yihan wanted to find him, she would probably only be slightly reluctant to part with him. She was disappointed, Ye Mo had his determination, and there was no reluctance at all.

Ye Mo, how did you say that?

"Ye-Mo, what are you doing?" She had never talked to Ye Mo in such a manner before. Now that Ye Mo was going to beat up Ye Mo, it would be weird if Xia Yihan could calm down.

"On what basis? Xia Yihan, today you have to fight even if you don't want to. "

Ye Mo's unspoken words stung Xia Yihan deeply. She looked at Ye Mo absentmindedly, with a mocking smile on her face.

"Ye Mo, you're really selfish. The child hasn't been born yet, what's wrong with him? Aren't you very capable? to put all that energy into a child who was not born. " Xia Yihan laughed out loud: "Ye Mo, you're really cold-blooded. Yes, the child is bleeding my father's blood, don't tell me the child isn't bleeding you?"

"Xia Yihan, even if you say it out loud, it's useless." Ye Mo was heavily beaten by Xia Yihan's words. He waved his hand towards the servants that had yet to enter and said, "Bring Xia Yihan away."

"Don't come over, stand here." She turned her head and saw a cup on the table. Xia Yihan smiled, ran over, shattered the cup, and picked up a piece of sharp broken glass. Her fair hand had been cut by the other pieces of glass, but she was completely oblivious.

Ye Mo's heart sunk, and in an instant, he approached Xia Yihan step by step.

"Don't come over." Xia Yihan kept on retreating, while Ye Mo kept on retreating.

"Xia Yihan, you are an enemy to me. I can only clap my hands in joy at your death. How could I be threatened by you? But Xia Yihan, looking at you, aren't you the one who killed your own child?" Ye Mo walked closer and closer to Xia Yihan. Ye Mo felt a kind of pleasure as he looked at her struggling. There was also an indescribable pain, a pain that made him happy.

Enemy, enemy. Xia Yihan kept on repeating this word. She looked at Ye Zichen's open mouth, but didn't hear a single word he said.

Ye Mo grabbed the glass window the moment he noticed Xia Yihan's absent-mindedness.

Both of their hands were cut, Mo Xiao Yin wanted to walk up to them, but looking at her bloody hands, her feet felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, so he couldn't take even half a step.

"Xia Yihan, even if you die, your life can only be mine."

Ye Mo didn't know what he was thinking. He only knew that he didn't want to see Xia Yihan fall to the ground in front of him, covered in blood.

Xia Yihan was unable to catch her breath from the successive blows.

The other servants ran over to grab Xia Yihan and leave after being scared by Ye Mo's gaze.

Xia Yihan, who was driving, didn't know him, so she couldn't be bothered to look at him either. Her heart was completely blank.

Her world had already been shrouded in darkness. The butler walked over and took Xia Yihan into the car, then gently fastened the seat belt around her. "Mr. Mo, Miss Xia is depending on you."

If you can't make it, the butler frowned.

When he looked at Xia Yihan, he was shocked. Xia Yihan's hair had turned a lot whiter, and her face was completely pale without a trace of blood. It was as if she was a hundred year old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.