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

Xia Yihan, who walked out of the study quickly, saw that the back of the housekeeper just disappeared at the end of the corridor. It seems that the timely telephone in the room is not a coincidence.

Xia Yihan didn't continue to think about it. He was still worried about ye Zimo's last sentence.

If only there were any reason to resist his orders without provoking his anger.

Thinking, I suddenly heard a sweet call behind me: "sister Han, come with us to the reception room for tea."

She looked back and saw song wanting and Pan Yu coming towards her.

At that moment, she thought of the countermeasures.

The housekeeper outside the gym appeared, and the housekeeper at the door of the study appeared, but he didn't call ye Zimo's mother. It seems that the person who arranged all this is song wanting, who is now "coincidentally" coming.

I'm afraid she is the last one who wants her to go to Ye Zimo's room tonight and can stop it.

Fu Fengyi told ye Zimo on the phone that he had made an appointment. The day after tomorrow, his family proposed to the Song family.

"Mo'er, you go to prepare for the wedding tomorrow. I'll come to you tomorrow and talk to Tingting to see what she needs. "

"OK, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"No, a driver took me there."

The mother and son finished their conversation, and ye Zimo returned to the reception room.

He and Hai Zhixuan were as if the first scene had never happened. At least song wanting and Pan Yu didn't know that they had fought for a woman.

Pan Yu is also a lady of the family. Even if song wanting learned that Xia Yihan always deliberately seduced Ye Zimo and misbehaved, she didn't show anything. She still grabbed her hand and spoke warmly.

Hai Zhixuan and Pan Yu stayed at Ye's house all day. Xia Yihan said several times that she was going to work. Song wanting forcibly stopped her and forced her to accompany her all day.

She was very careful. She had been avoiding haizhixuan's questioning eyes and didn't look at Ye Zimo.

After dinner, Hai Zhixuan and Pan Yu leave. Song wanting asks her assistant Xiao Xiaoli to take their car back.

Ye Zimo goes to the study to deal with his business, while song wanting goes back to her guest room alone.

Xia Yihan stood outside song wanting's door, meditated for a while, and knocked on the door with determination.

"Please come in!"

Song wanting was stunned when she saw that it was Xia Yihan. Then she enthusiastically walked to the door and said affectionately, "sister Han, is it you? It's rare for you to come to me. "

"It's me, sister wanting. I think you'll be a little scared when your assistant leaves today? Why don't I sleep with you. "

Song wanting did not immediately realize Xia Yihan's meaning. Out of her instinctive reaction to her rival, she thought she had come to demonstrate to her to spy on the difference between her and ye Zimo. She could never lose the battle, so she blushed and smiled and replied, "it's all right. Anyway, I sleep with Zi Mo at night. How can I be afraid?"

When she said this, Xia Yihan couldn't answer.

After all, she can't directly say that Mr. Ye wants me to come to his room at night. That's equivalent to stirring up feelings between other people's boyfriend and girlfriend.

She thought song wanting was so smart that she could understand that she was asking her for help.

But she didn't understand this time. She could only smile and say to her, "ha ha, I didn't think of this. Then I'll go back."

"Good! We'll talk during the day tomorrow! "

As soon as Xia Yihan went out, song wanting's face changed. Everything has to wait for tomorrow. Now she can't wait.

Xia Yihan went out of the hall and left the main house. She was still worried. Before long, ye Zimo would be angry when she saw that she didn't go. She should order the housekeeper to force her to go.

No, hide tonight anyway. Although it's only temporary, it's delayed day by day. Maybe after tonight, he won't have this idea again.

Thinking of this, Xia Yihan walked to the darkest corner of the villa alone.