The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ye Nianmo looked at Ding Meirong quietly, thinking about how to keep Ding Yiyi if he wanted to leave.

Ding Yiyi shook his head and said, "Aunt, my career is here. I want to stay here."

Ding Meirong's eyes turned around Ye Nianmo, and when he saw that he was a talented man, he looked a little relieved. He nodded and turned to ding Dacheng, "Then Dacheng, come back with me. I can't let you go alone."

Ding Dacheng had no objections. He had always felt that it was better to go back to his hometown because he had caused trouble for his daughter. Ding Yiyi was a little reluctant and walked forward to surround him and act like a spoiled child.

Ding Dacheng's eyes were a little sore, pulled her apart and said seriously, "I won't interfere with who you are dating, but we ding family have to be clear about life. If you are a third party, then I will definitely not agree!"

Ye Nianmo stepped forward and said, "Uncle, I can guarantee that I love her."

Ding Yiyi shuddered and turned to look at him in astonishment. Love and liking were different. It was the first time she heard the word love from him.

Ding Dacheng's walking stick banged on the floor and said scornfully, "What's the use of love? Love without a title ends early!"

After that, Ding Dacheng pushed her wheelchair out of the hotel. Ding meirong signaled to the two of them and then chased after them.

Ding Yiyi watched as her father's back gradually disappeared, feeling a little depressed. This was the first time in years that she had been separated from her father for so long. Ye nianmo stood beside her and accompanied her.

She lowered her head and said, "Don't worry about my father. We can't be together anyway."

Ye Nianmo looked into her eyes and said seriously, "I was wrong. I was wrong in wanting a perfect ending. I was wrong in thinking that you wouldn't care. I'll give you an answer."

She pulled his hand away and strode out. She was a snail now. She was so afraid of getting hurt that she just wanted to hide in the shell.

"Remember to move to your new home, or you won't see cheng bao!" Ye Nianmo said quietly behind her.

The autumn wind was bleak, and Ding Yiyi stood in front of the ruins with some sadness in his heart. This was the place where he grew up. Every brick had the taste of happiness, and now there was nothing.

She rolled up her sleeves and began to look for something useful in the ruins. Someone walked by and she said in surprise, "Uncle zhang, what happened to your head? Is it hurt?"

The man covered his bandaged head and walked up to her with an extremely pale face and said, "Yiyi, you and your father are both kind-hearted. Your boyfriend is not so good!"

Boyfriend? Ding Yiyi looked at her strangely. The man simply told her that he was calling for Ye Nianmo's help.

After saying that, seeing that she didn't respond, the man felt bored and mumbled a few words before leaving. Ding Yiyi stood in the ruins with a delicate state of mind.

She remembered yesterday when she was sleeping soundly in a comfortable hotel while he was searching for her figure in the typhoon, as if she could still hear him calling out to her anxiously, along with his scarred fingers.

At night, Ye Nianmo didn't turn on the lights in the room. He sat quietly on the sofa, shining the keys on the table like a gauze, lonely and cold.

He knew that Ding Yiyi would not come back, but he stubbornly pushed off all the social engagements. At this moment, the door lock came to turn, and he suddenly looked up.

Ding Yiyi was a little unaccustomed to the darkness in the room and reached out to feel on the wall. In the darkness, a big hand covered the back of her hand.

"Ye Nianmo." She called him softly, but did not turn back.

"Yeah." He responded, and the two of them had already changed directions as they rotated. Ding Yiyi accurately touched the switch, and the moment the lights lit up, both of them squinted uncomfortably.

"Ye Nianmo." She lowered her head and called to him as if she were talking to herself. She looked up as if she had made up her mind and said, "You gave up on me once, but I want to come back. If one day, your giving up makes me give up, then I will leave."

The answer to her was warm and warm. After a dreamless night, Ding Yiyi opened his hazy eyes and stared at the blue alarm clock by the table, three hours before work.

The door was ajar, and she dragged her limp body open the door. Ye nianmo, who was sitting on the sofa, hung up the phone and walked towards her calmly.

She looked at his obvious concealment, a little bitter in her heart, but her expression was always heartless.

Ding Yiyi went to the bathroom to wash up with her slippers and saw two identical ceramic cups under the mirror, still in a daze. Her head was knocked and she looked up at him. Ye nianmo squeezed her toothpaste and put the toothbrush into her hand. Then she walked away in her apron.

Ye Nianmo looked at the bathroom door and closed before dialing again. Yebo, who was on the other end of the phone, said confidently, "Don't worry! Young master, I will take care of this!"

Ding Yiyi washed up and the room was already filled with the strong aroma of coffee. Ye Nianmo put Bacon on the plate. Ding Yiyi sat down and said, "How much is the rent? I'll pay it on time."

"One hundred thousand a month." Ye nianmo was working in front of the counter in an apron, and Ding Yiyi almost spat out a mouthful of coffee. "One hundred thousand a month, I won't live anymore!"

"Treasure." Ye Nianmo stretched out his voice and took the omelette to the table. Seeing her grin her teeth in anger, he found it cute. He tilted his head and lightly imprinted a kiss on her cheek.

"You!" Ding Yiyi covered his cheek and leaned back so hard that the chair and people fell back.

The expected pain didn't show up. On the blanket, she was lying on Ye Nianmo's chest. The two of them were in an ambiguous position. He touched her head and said, "Rest assured. If you feel embarrassed, you can do the housework to pay for it."

"Can I count as the owner of this house?" She blinked, and the morning sun shone through the curtains, casting a shadow under her thick eyelashes.

He looked at her crafty expression and knew what she was thinking, but he loved her now so much. Ye Nianmo nodded and lay down comfortably on the woolen blanket, with his hands tucked in her armpits and lifted her up.

Ding Yiyi found a comfortable way for himself. After rubbing against it, he deliberately lengthened his voice and said, "Since I am the owner of this place, you can leave after dinner!"

Knowing that she was paying attention, Ye Nianmo lay down and touched her head helplessly.

After breakfast, the two of them went to work separately and stood outside the office. Ding Yiyi was a little disappointed and thought, how good would it be if he could stay in a happy place and do happy things all the time?

Pushing the door open, congratulations came in waves. "Congratulations, Miss Ding." Along the way, people kept congratulating her. Ding Yiyi was very strange. He walked to his desk and found that all the office supplies were gone.

"Miss Ding, you've been promoted. Now your office is with Miss Aoxue's!" Wang meiping whispered to her as she cleared the gap between lou and the others.

Promoted?! Ding Yiyi pushed the door and entered. As expected, there was a desk on the other side of the spacious office. Aoxue was sitting opposite her, looking down to handle her business.

When she saw her, aoxue stood up and her stilettos made a crisp sound on the floor. She walked up to Ding Yiyi and reached out her hand. "Congratulations."

Ding Yiyi reached out her hand to shake it back, but she took it back first and sneered, "What right do you have for me to congratulate you?"

People kept walking by outside the office, looking at them curiously. Ding Yiyi silently withdrew her hand and sat back in her seat. Ao Xue was right. She was the third party.

Ding Yiyi's retreat made Ao Xue's anger rise even higher. Why did she have Ye Nianmo's love and her equal status now? She was really not convinced!

Work became Ding Yiyi's most difficult time. When it was time to get off work, she hurriedly went downstairs. The familiar suv parked downstairs, and she turned around and left.

Ye Nianmo got out of the car and took a few quick steps to grab her wrist. She hurriedly broke free and looked around in panic, afraid that someone would notice.

"You don't want to be with me?" Ye Nianmo's face darkened.

Ding Yiyi smiled bitterly. "As a third party, I know myself very well."

Lin's employees passed by the roadside and pointed at ding yiyi. Ye Nianmo said in disbelief, "Do they usually do this to you?"

Ding Yiyi did not want to answer this question, and her wrist was once again forced to hold. Ye nianmo pulled her towards the lin family. She did not know what he was going to do and foolishly let him hold her.

At the entrance of the Lin shi, Ao Xue and some colleagues went out laughing and chatting. When they saw Ye Nianmo and Ding Yiyi, everyone was stunned.

Ding Yiyi desperately broke away from Ye Nianmo's hand. She dared not look at aoxue's expression and ran away in panic.

At night, she lay on the sofa with her pillow in her arms, staring numbly at the tv screen, replaying the scenes in the afternoon at the entrance of the company. What did Ye Nianmo want to say?

The doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting her thoughts. She hurriedly got up and opened the door. Outside the door, Ye Nianmo dragged a suitcase and looked at her opening the door. He raised his eyebrows, "Open the door without asking who it is?"

Ding Yiyi raised his baseball bat and asked, "It's so late. What's the matter?"

"My room is leaking. I'll stay for the time being." Ye Nianmo pushed the suitcase forward and looked at her with heavy eyes.

Will the Ye family leak? Ding Yiyi thought of Ye Zhai, like the white house, and looked at him suspiciously. Ye Nianmo had already entered the house and changed his slippers.

"Then I'll go clean up the guest room." Ding Yiyi thought that he was living under someone else's roof, so he couldn't really occupy the nest.

"We don't have a guest room." Ye Nianmo sat comfortably on the sofa, and Ding Yiyi pointed strangely at the other room next to the master bedroom. Although she had not opened it, there was a room sign on the door.