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

In Ye Zimo's study, he sat upright in the master's chair, and his expression was colder than when he was in the hall.

His cold eyes looked at the housekeeper with strong oppression. The housekeeper's shirt was wet with sweat.

After a while, ye Zimo said in a positive tone, "you are favoritism! This is the first and last time. If I find out again, consider the consequences yourself! "

The housekeeper also wanted to explain. Before opening his mouth, he was forced back by his cold eyes. He only dared to say yes again and again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye! It's my fault. I'll never do this again! "

"Go back!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

The housekeeper said respectfully, withdrew from the room, walked outside the door and dared to stop and wipe his sweat.

Here are all within the scope of monitoring. No matter how angry he is, he doesn't dare to express anything on his face.

When the housekeeper was away, the six maids were almost divided into two groups. Fang Lina and her colleagues were still whispering bad words about Xia Yihan. Even if ye Zimo said that Xia Yihan had no kissing experience, they didn't believe it at all. They always thought that if she hadn't had the skills to seduce, he wouldn't kiss her in public.

Only God knows how much Ye Zimo's kiss makes them hate, envy and hope that it will happen to them.

Jiujiu also turned the topic to this. Her little face was slightly red and said to Xia Yihan with envy: "Oh, the prince is too domineering. My heart is almost captured. Yihan, why don't you take the opportunity to hug his neck and kiss back. Are you dizzy and stupid? How could you push him? "

Liu Xiaojiao also whispered, "yes, Yihan, if you strike while the iron is hot and become Mr. Ye's man, are you afraid they will bully you?"

Their problems made Xia Yihan's cheeks blush quickly. The suffocation feeling of being kissed actually... No, Xia Yihan, he is not Mo Xiaojun, so the reaction to his kiss should be disgusting.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Liu Xiaojiao continued to lobby her: "you seize the opportunity. I heard that the prince's interest in women won't last long."

This reminds Xia Yihan that she should keep closer to him when ye Zimo doesn't hate her so much.

Through this matter, it shows that only he can let her stay here.

If one day she can become friends with him - although it is almost impossible, she should strive for it.

"Wine, Xiaojiao, wait for me. I'll thank Mr. Ye face to face. If he hadn't said a word today, I might not be here. "

"Good! You go! It's best to come back for a long time! " They were obviously much more excited than herself.

Xia Yihan met the housekeeper in the corridor. She forced herself to squeeze out a smile. Although she hated him more than ye Zimo at this time, she still had to smile at him in order to stay.

"Housekeeper, which room is Mr. Ye in?"

The housekeeper smiled and said politely, "Yihan, Mr. Ye is in the study."

His smile and his politeness cooled Xia Yihan's back. Being so kind to her for no reason, secretly, I don't know what to do to her. It seems that she needs to cheer up.

"Thank you!"

Xia Yihan finished, according to the housekeeper's instructions, gently knocked on Ye Zimo's study door.

"Enter!"

She took a deep breath, opened the door, stood at the door and said softly, "Mr. Ye, I've come to thank you."

"Come here!" He commanded without doubt, his voice and expression were like a king treating a female slave without resistance.

Is this the man who protected her reputation in public?

How did he look so high again in the twinkling of an eye?

The distance between her and him seemed to be widening again. She thought he was paying attention to her. But why? From his standpoint, she is just an ordinary little maid, perhaps as low as dust.

When he came to his spacious computer desk, Xia Yihan stopped and thanked him solemnly.

"Mr. Ye, thank you very much for giving me another chance today."

"Come here!" He interrupted her and said in a deep voice.

The oppressive feeling of these two words made Xia Yihan unconsciously nervous. She glanced at the position of the two people, and then she walked forward to the table.

Does he want her next to his chair?

She was afraid of such a distance.

He won't, Xia Yihan. Relax. He won't embarrass an ordinary woman like you, but he likes the feeling that everything is in his hands.

Take it easy. Just act as if nothing had happened.

She tried to calmly bypass the desk and come to him. Before she stopped, her arm was suddenly caught by his strong hand.

In the panic, she also tried to grab the table and stop, but he was like a quick leopard, quickly caught his little prey and fixed her in his arms.

His iron arm encircled her slender and soft waist, his cheek was close to her ear, and asked softly, "what's the feeling of being kissed by me?"

The magnetic sound seemed to reach people's heart. Xia Yihan's heart couldn't help shaking.

The man's breath curls around her nose like poppy. People will lose their mind when they smell it.

She knew she couldn't feel anything about other men, but she suddenly felt that she had become a little weak.

During Xia Yihan's struggle, the soft and smooth earlobes were suddenly kissed by his hot lips and tongue. A numb itch, like the feeling of being penetrated by electric current, rushed to her limbs and bones.

She bit her lips and took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the ambiguity he made. Even if her body still couldn't move, she should at least keep her mind awake.

"Mr. Ye! Please, please let me go! " She said what she thought was the calmest thing, but her voice trembled.

Ye Zimo didn't seem to want to let go. He still held her earlobe and asked vaguely, "do you like or hate being kissed by me?"

"I..."

Xia Yihan didn't know how to answer. He said he hated it and was afraid to annoy him.

Say you like it? No, she can't say these two words to others, even if it's fake.

When she was thinking, his lips made a strong force, and the faint pain of her earlobe was sucked out of her mouth.

She seemed to hear him take a quick breath, and then her earlobe was liberated.

She tried to stand up, but she couldn't. his arm was still on her waist and tended to tighten.

Obviously, she has to give the answer he wants.

"Say!" He ordered coldly, but there was an imperceptible hoarseness in his voice this time.