One Kiss Becomes Love: The President's Naughty Little Maid

Xia Yihan swallowed the remaining half of the yawn. At the same time, his face turned red because he was caught like a thief.

She habitually bit her lips and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I won't do this in the future."

Her flushed little face, embarrassed eyes, her wide Maid uniform, and two snow-white semicircles can be seen at the neckline. This appearance makes men want to protect and bully and ravage.

Ye Zimo's eyes stared straight into her eyes. She heard her scared heartbeat, especially loud.

She lowered her head to avoid his strange eyes. His hand stretched out a little towards her, clenched his fist, took it back, then closed his lips and turned away.

Are you leaving now?

She thought he would embarrass her, or let her follow up the room to be on duty or something.

It's lucky that he didn't say anything.

After he left, Xia Yihan took a hard breath and prayed silently: Xiaojun, please help me and let chairman ye come here early.

She sank down and continued to wipe the floor until there was no dust on the white rag.

The security guard on duty went to lock the door and yawned back to bed.

Xia Yihan guessed that ye Zimo must have slept, so he quietly went to the bathroom and took out all the hidden rags, needles and threads and spread them on the floor.

Fortunately, they were in a hurry. The cloth was not particularly broken, but large pieces.

She separated the rags according to two skirts, put together one of them first, and began to mend it.

The project is huge. She knows very well that if the needle and thread look obvious, the Housekeeper will find fault, so the stitches are very small.

She is glad to have done this when she was a child, and she is still very skilled. But the headlights in the hall have been turned off. At this time, the lights are a little dark. She can't see clearly, so she becomes hard.

I don't know how long it took. Her drowsiness became heavier and heavier. She supported her stiff eyelids and pricked her hands many times.

It hurts and will wake up again.

After taking a bath and reading a book, ye Zimo turned on the computer in the room, clicked on the monitoring screen in the hall, and his eyes fell heavily on Xia Yihan sitting on the ground.

It was dark and he couldn't see what she was doing. He looked closely at the screen. When he saw that she was mending clothes, his eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly.

Just then, Xia Yihan was sleepy again. The tip of the needle pierced the gap between her thumb impartially. The sharp pain made her completely awake.

She squeezed her fingertips hard, the blood seeped out, and the tears came out unconsciously.

Night, so deep, maybe only then can she let herself cry.

I couldn't hold back my tears as soon as they were released. She didn't dare to make a sound, so she bit her lips and let her tears run and vent.

Ye Zimo stared at the screen, and his eyes became very complicated.

His fist gradually clenched, clenched and loosened.

Picked up the phone on the tea table, he skillfully dialed several numbers, and soon there came the respectful voice of the housekeeper.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Our Ye family, poor, need servants to sew their own clothes?" He asked in a cold voice.

The housekeeper was sleepy and confused for a moment.

"Mr. Ye, I don't understand."

"Now listen to me clearly! Make two new uniforms for Xia Yihan tomorrow. She can wear anything before the uniforms come out. "

Xia Yihan cried for a while, put down all the things on his hands, went to the bathroom to wash his cold face and wash away all his tears.

"Han Han, don't cry, I'm by your side." She seemed to hear Mo Xiaojun's voice, far away and close at hand.

From small to large, he always coaxed her, wiped her tears and patted her on the back to comfort her.

She looked in the mirror, bent her mouth and whispered, "Xiaojun, I don't cry. Don't worry, Hanhan won't cry in the future."

Thinking of Mo Xiaojun, it seems that those grievances and fatigue are gone again.

Back in the hall, she sat on the ground and continued to sew the first skirt. When she finished, it was dawn.

When ye Zimo got up and passed the hall, he saw Xia Yihan holding the rags of the second skirt in his hand and leaning against the wall to sleep.

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face. In the dream, she frowned tightly, as if she was not sleeping steadily. He squatted down and quietly picked up her mended skirt on the ground and looked at the needle and thread. He was really careful. If he didn't look carefully in many places, he couldn't see the trace of mending.

Is she afraid of being punished by the housekeeper, so she needs to be so serious?

He didn't know what his psychology was. He stood up with the skirt, went back to the bedroom and hung the skirt in the wardrobe in his bedroom.

When Xia Yihan woke up, ye Zimo had already gone to the gym.

She wanted to wear the dress she mended, but only saw a pile of rags next to her hand, and the intact skirt disappeared.

When she wanted to continue looking, the housekeeper sent someone to ask her to go to the gym on duty. She had to tell someone to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.

As soon as the manager saw Xia Yihan, an unhappy look flashed in his eyes. He figured out that the person who mended the clothes must be Xia Yihan.

Before she came in, the prince seldom lost his temper with him. Since she came, he had bad luck with her. He was scolded several times a day.

He really tried his best to drive her out, but she was not afraid of hardship and fatigue. No tricks were useful to her.

On the surface, the prince hates her very much. Occasionally, he seems to be very concerned about her existence, so he doesn't dare to lay too heavy a hand.

Ye Zimo ran, expanded his chest and did push ups. After more than an hour of exercise, Fang Lina still used the towel to wipe his sweat. He didn't look at Xia Yihan from beginning to end.

Xia Yihan bowed her head obediently and was still thinking about her missing skirt.

At the end of breakfast, ye Zimo went out. The housekeeper called Xia Yihan aside alone and said to her with a dark face, "today the tailor will make you two new uniforms. Before the uniforms come out, you can wear your own clothes and return others' clothes quickly! Give you ten minutes to get back here! "

"Thank you! Thank you! " Xia Yihan thanked again and again, and was flattered by the sudden tolerance.

The housekeeper glanced at her impatiently and walked away.

Xia Yihan hurried back to her room, quickly put on her long white dress, and then walked back.

I was walking and saw Zheng Hao coming face to face.

She seems to have found the answer to her puzzled question. He is the nephew of the housekeeper, and only he can shake the housekeeper's decision.

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao happily called her name. Xia Yihan also smiled and sincerely said to him, "thank you so much. Thank you for helping me plead with your uncle!"

Zheng Hao's face was at a loss and asked her, "what do you want?"