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

He really remembered her name. When song wanting asked, she didn't hope the answer was like this.

Also, when he took the maid out, it was unusual for him to take it out.

Song wanting smiled generously at Xia Yihan and said to her in the tone of the hostess, "Miss Xia, please sit down and come out to play. Don't be too constrained."

Ye Zimo said indifferently, "sit down and don't flatter her. She's just a servant."

Haizhixuan glanced at Xia Yihan without trace. He didn't know if ye Zimo's words hurt her.

Xia Yihan hung his head and stood not far behind Ye Zimo. His white face was light red. I don't know whether it was because of the heat or embarrassment.

Song wanting was no longer polite. She sat down in the chair next to Ye Zimo and poured a cup of tea in front of him.

Ye Zimo took a sip of her tea. She smiled sweetly at the corners of her mouth, leaned her head closer to him, and said gently, "when will you go to our house for a simple meal? My father said playing chess with you was the most enjoyable, and my mother also said she wanted to see you. "

Ye Zimo gently put down the tea cup and raised a smile at the corners of his mouth, "only your parents miss me?"

"You!" Song wanting's face turned red.

She misses him, day and night, all the time.

Ye Zimo is like a cloud that can't be caught in the sky. She occasionally feels that he likes her, but more often she feels that he is out of reach.

"Are you going or not?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, song wanting pulled his arm and acted coquettish.

"Look at your performance tonight!"

Such a direct hint made song wanting blush even worse.

They had skin relatives, but even in bed, he was like an emperor. When did he say such explicit words.

Is this ye Zimo she knows?

Haizhixuan coughed gently. Ye Zimo just thought of him and asked, "why didn't Pan Yu come?"

"I'm angry. I say I spend too little time with her."

"By the way, young master ye, I also want to ask you to do me a little favor."

"It's rare for young master hai to speak. Tell me, I may not be able to help." Ye Zimo took a sip of tea and replied in a teasing tone.

"The day after tomorrow is Pan Yu's birthday. I want to buy her some clothes. The Miss Xia you brought today seems to be about the same size as her. I'd like to ask her to help me choose and try it on tomorrow. I don't know if it's convenient? "

It's time to communicate alone again, surnamed Hai. Is it necessary for you to do so obviously?

Ye Zimo sneered in his heart. There was no expression on his face. He just asked Xia Yihan calmly: "did you hear what Mr. Hai said?"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, I heard it. I followed Mr. Ye's orders."

Haizhixuan also tasted a mouthful of tea and said slowly, "if it's inconvenient, think I didn't say it."

"What's the inconvenience? Didn't I tell you last time? If you want, I'll give her to you. Her beauty is OK. It's OK to relax occasionally. "

Xia Yihan's hand clenched quietly, trembled slightly, and his face turned red uncontrollably.

She hung her head lower and didn't want people to see how humiliating and embarrassing she was.

When Xia Yihan was humiliated, song wanting felt a crisis.

Ye Zimo has always been indifferent to women. He can enter his eyes. The woman who really interests him seems to not exist at all.

She is song wanting. Her small mouth is so clever that she spends all her efforts to coax him to be happy, and seldom sees his smile.

How could he say such disrespectful words to a woman who doesn't care? There is only one possibility

She smiled at the right time and said softly, "Zi Mo, I promised Pan Yu to help her look at haizhixuan. Even if he has the thief's heart, he doesn't have the thief's courage."

Hai Zhixuan's eyes Yu Guang had already swept Xia Yihan's situation and said with a smile: "I just want her to help try on clothes. I have no other ideas at all. I'll ask the driver to take her back before 5 p.m."

Ye Zimo stopped talking and just bowed his head to drink tea.

The next time, no one mentioned Xia Yihan, and she slowly recovered from the embarrassing situation.

Most of the time, Hai Zhixuan and song wanting chat, and ye Zimo hardly speaks.

At the end of the party in the afternoon, song wanting took Ye Zimo's arm and said softly, "go to our house for dinner!"

"Go to me." Ye Zimo said softly.

Song wanting was immediately happy. No matter how dignified she was, she couldn't hide her excitement at this time.

You know, ye Zimo never takes women home for the night. He basically solves his physiological problems in the presidential suite of a star hotel, and sleeping with her is no exception.

She always felt that she was the daughter of the vice president of the provincial Party committee. It was a sense of shame to do such a thing with him in the hotel. I hope one day she can walk into his home and get close to his world like an ordinary man's girlfriend.

Now she is finally looking forward to this day.

She tried to make herself calm, took Ye Zimo's arm, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said more softly, "OK!"

"Zi Mo, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, my driver will pick up Miss Xia. Thank you."

"Yes." Ye Zimo snorted and took song wanting into the elevator. Xia Yihan bowed his head and followed them silently.

When the car was approaching Ye's house, the security guard in front sent a message informing Mr. Ye that he was going back soon, accompanied by Miss Song.

When song wanting and Hai Zhixuan came, they were treated equally. The dishes were very rich. Ye Zimo didn't look cold from her face.

She thought he would take her around the whole villa. He didn't. He just ate with her.

At dinner, the housekeeper came forward and asked, "Mr. Ye, do you want to prepare a guest room for Miss Song?"

The reason for asking is that ye Zimo really didn't take a woman home for dinner alone.

The housekeeper also knows the relationship between song wanting and ye Zimo and thinks that since she brought it back, it should be for the night.

"No." Ye Zimo only answered two words.

Song wanting's face was a little red. She thought Ye Zimo's potential answer was to ask her to sleep in the master bedroom with him.

Before the smile on her mouth dispersed, ye Zimo told the housekeeper, "prepare a car and I'll go out with Miss Song."

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

Song wanting's smile stiffened, and then forced herself to calm down. If she wants ordinary men, even excellent men, she has too many choices.

The problem is that she wants the most outstanding man in the world, so she has to bear it.

I believe that one day, he will affectionately say to her, "wanting, be my wife."