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

He has so many servants and many women. How can he think so carefully for a little servant?

Xia Yihan, maybe everything is just a coincidence, maybe he is thinking of other ideas, such as making you pedal higher and fall worse. In short, this man does everything for a reason.

"Miss Xia, please get in the car!" Haizhixuan's driver said politely.

"Thank you!" Xia Yihan thanked and got on the bus. When the vehicle left Ye's house, ye Zimo pursed his lips without saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking.

Since he went to buy clothes, he should go to the mall. Xia Yihan didn't expect that the car didn't drive to the city center, but to a more remote place.

Xia Yihan wanted to ask the driver, but he saw that the car had stopped by the side of the road. The driver respectfully said, "Miss Xia, Mr. Hai is waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

She looked to the side and ahead. There was indeed a hill here. The mountain was not high and had not been opened up as a scenic spot.

From below, you can vaguely see that there are people dressed in bright yellow on the top of the mountain. Should it be haizhixuan?

After all, it's a wilderness. Xia Yihan is still afraid.

It seemed to see her concern, and the driver added: "Mr. Hai said that this is a place suitable for worship."

Xia Yihan was obviously stunned on his face. Then he sincerely thanked the driver and climbed up the mountain with high heels.

The heels were too high and it was very difficult to climb the mountain. When she almost fell, a pair of big hands held her slender wrists.

"Be careful!"

Haizhixuan firmly grasped her wrist and asked her to go up the mountain with his strength.

His approach was a little warm, which would not make her feel coveted. It was natural.

At the top of the mountain, Xia Yihan saw an open space with a bunch of chrysanthemums in the middle.

She looked at Hai Zhixuan puzzled. He said calmly, "I remember you told me that your boyfriend died on the last day of July last year. Am I right?"

Tears flickered in Xia Yihan's eyes. She told Xiao Jun that she didn't cry, so she turned a few times and swallowed it back.

"Thank you, Mr. Hai. I didn't expect you to remember so clearly."

Haizhixuan couldn't tell why he remembered so clearly, and took a lot of trouble to bring her out regardless of Ye Zimo's objection.

Is it just because the future needs?

"I sympathize with your experience," haizhixuan said an official sentence and changed the topic.

"I didn't know where he was buried, so I decided to bring you here. If you want to go to his grave to worship, I'll go with you. "

Xia Yihan wants to see Mo Xiaojun in front of the tomb. She feels that she misses him too much. Even if she can't see a real person, seeing his tombstone can have the power to move forward.

But why did she bother haizhixuan?

"No, that's good. If you were still in the Ye family today, you might not even have time to think about him. " She smiled sadly. Although she said no, haizhixuan completely understood her meaning.

"Linjiang city is not far away. You can definitely get back before five o'clock. Let's go. Don't waste time."

With that, he didn't wait for Xia Yihan to oppose, so he picked up the chrysanthemums on the ground with one hand and took Xia Yihan's wrist down the mountain with the other hand.

Because he felt his sincerity, Xia Yihan didn't say more polite words.

The driver drove and occasionally asked Xia Yihan to point out the way.

She and Hai Zhixuan sat in the back seat and whispered a few words from time to time.

He has long noticed Xia Yihan's dress. The color and style of her clothes are very fresh. Today, she looks more pure and noble.

"Ye Zimo asked someone to prepare it for you? Very beautiful, very suitable for you! " He said with a light smile.

Xia Yihan responded with a smile, neither saying yes nor No.

"This boy still loves face."

Haizhixuan's words seem to explain why Ye Zimo did this. The housekeeper said in the morning that she was from the Ye family. Don't lose face to the Ye family when you go out.

"What happened to the injury on your wrist?" Hai Zhixuan asked again.

He saw her injury in the club yesterday, but it was inconvenient to ask her. The wound was too deep. It definitely didn't look like an accident. It was more like it was left after cutting his wrist and committing suicide.

When he looked at her wound, Xia Yihan also looked subconsciously.

"Don't tell me, you can't hold on and want to commit suicide. I don't think you're such a vulnerable person."

"No." Xia Yihan shook his head gently and said, "don't ask, will you? I thank you very much, but I don't want to say what happened at Ye's house. "

"Well, I won't ask. When you need to talk to someone, I'll be willing to listen at any time." Hai Zhixuan said gently.

Later, haizhixuan didn't take the initiative to speak, and Xia Yihan didn't know what to say.

After a long time, she whispered to him, "are you angry?"

The problem of such a small woman warmed haizhixuan's heart. He couldn't help looking at her spoiled and said with a light smile: "I'm not as angry as ye."

Xia Yihan doesn't know if he misses Mo Xiaojun too much. When he looks at her like this, she always feels that he cares about her like Xiao Jun.

Her eyes flashed trust, joy, and then a deep loneliness.

Haizhixuan felt that perhaps no woman in the world could be as rich in emotion as she was, but so depressed. While he sighed, he was happy for her trust.

"Yihan, treat me as your friend. You always refuse people thousands of miles. Aren't you tired?" Hai Zhixuan looked at her sincerely and asked.

Xia Yihan knew he meant well, but since Mo Xiaojun died, she seemed to close herself up.

She doesn't want to have friends, whether men or women. She returns to the very self world. Although she is very tired, she doesn't want to come out.

Haizhixuan didn't seem to be in a hurry. She didn't speak. He filled the embarrassing atmosphere.

"It's all right. I'll treat you as a friend first. When you want to be my friend, just tell me."

"Yes!" Xia Yihan nodded heavily and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I can understand that you haven't come out of the sadness of losing him."

Haizhixuan seemed to be able to say everything into Xia Yihan's heart, which made her feel that he was indeed a good man who was considerate.

In fact, the colder she is and refuses everyone, the more haizhixuan admires her.

In such an impetuous society, who would pay so much for a dead person? Would it be a new love for a woman who is better than me?

At the same time, he envied Mo Xiaojun and felt that such a woman loved him deeply. Even if he died, he would be happy.