The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

"Are you Ding Yiyi's best friend?" The colleague who had called stood up quickly.

Song Mengjie paused and laughed at himself, "Maybe." Everyone helped put the drunk Ding Yiyi in the car.

As the hustle and bustle faded away, there were only two light and heavy breaths left in the closed car. Song Mengjie looked at the frowning and sleeping person, sighed, put his coat on Ding Yiyi in the back seat, and then drove.

Haijia

Hoi Cheuk Hin opened the door and saw Song Mengjie and Ding Yiyi standing at the door, struggling to take over. Entering the living room to settle Ding Yiyi down, Song Mengjie looked at him and suddenly smiled. "Didn't you expect me to know where your house is?"

Hoi Cheuk Hin smiled and cut the subject aside. "What do you want to drink?"

Song Mengjie shook his head. "I know your favorite star, where you live, and your driving habits. The only thing I don't know is who you love!"

Her voice grew weaker and weaker. Hoi Cheuk Hin took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Meng Jie, I'm not worth it."

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me." Song Mengjie was so emotional that he rushed into his arms.

Hoi Cheuk Hin took two steps back to avoid it. She stood there awkwardly and suddenly smiled at herself, "You won't even give me comfort."

"Meng Jie, you'll find something better." Hoi Cheuk Hin looked at her fixedly. He knew the pain in her heart. He knew the emotion, the look, the despair. He had been through it all the time, but he had buried it all in the deepest corner of his heart and let it rot.

Song Mengjie looked at her with tears in her eyes. Hoi Cheuk Hin didn't know what to say, but pointed to her eyes. "Take off your mascara."

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." She ran past him in her high heels, bringing a breeze.

Ten minutes later, she walked out unhurriedly. Her face was already painted with exquisite makeup, and only her red eyes could not hide her fatigue.

She walked to the sofa and looked at Ding Yiyi deeply. Then she smiled and turned around, pretending to be strong. "I brought you your favorite woman. She drank and took good care of her. I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Hoi Cheuk Hin to answer, she hurriedly walked out the door and opened the door. The cold wind blew in. She shivered and turned around as if she remembered something. "By the way, I'm going to Tibet to teach. I won't have to tell yiyi for a year."

She paused as she spoke, looking at Hoi Cheuk Hin expectantly. If he asked her to stay, she would stay even if she was worried.

"Bon voyage." Hoi Cheuk Hin's face remained the same.

"Thank you." Song Mengjie pulled out a smile that was uglier than tears and left in a hurry, forgetting to close the door.

Hoi Cheuk Hin stood in front of the french window and watched the lights flash away. Then he sighed heavily. Ye Chuqing had left, and Song Mengjie was no longer of any use. It was time to let her go.

At night, the wind was falling leaves, and the rustling outside the window made Ding Yiyi feel uncomfortable with the cut on her back. Then, she took her phone out of her back pocket. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly got up again.

Strange decoration, strange house, where is she? She hurriedly lifted the quilt and was relieved to see her clothes neatly put on.

The alarm clock on the table showed that it was one o' clock in the morning. She got out of bed and opened the door. There was a light shining from the closed door in the next room. She pushed the door curiously.

"Zhuo Xuan!" She looked at him in a daze, completely unaware of why she was at his house.

"I'm awake." Hoi Cheuk Hin sat idly on the windowsill in a casual linen suit, with several empty wine bottles by his side.

"How did I get here?" Ding Yiyi rubbed his aching temple and walked to him. Hoi Cheuk Hin looked at the moon outside the window and said faintly, "Meng Jie sent you here. She was going to Tibet to teach, but she said she didn't want you to know."

"Is that so?" Ding Yiyi lowered her head in sorrow, and a slender finger lifted her chin. Hoi Cheuk Hin moved closer and closer, and the faint smell of alcohol filled the air between them.

The distance between him and her was only a few centimeters. Hoi Cheuk Hin's thin lips parted slightly. "Ding Yiyi, you and I owe them a lot."

She froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly and sat on the windowsill. Her phone address book was pressed behind her trouser pocket, but she didn't notice it.

Ding Yiyi took a bottle of wine and gulped it down. "Well said, it looks like we really should have a toast."

Hoi Cheuk Hin smiled and clinked a glass with her. The two of them downed it in one gulp. "Hey, why don't we just stay together? Don't harm anyone."

Ding Yiyi burst into tears with a smile and took a sip of the wine. "Okay, let's be together!"

The phone screen was still on, and the person on the other end of the phone listened quietly, his fingers resting on the page of the book, but he hadn't flipped it for a long time.

Ye Nianmo put down his book and got up. He went to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of foreign wine and handed it to the servant beside him. The servant poured the wine into the wine glass, carefully added ice, and then took out the lemon from the ice cabinet.

He opened his mouth elegantly, letting the lemon acid soak his mouth before adding a mouthful of wine. Anyone who looked at him would think that he was an elegant gentleman, but at this moment his heart was twitching with pain.

Glass after glass, bottles of wine soon bottomed out, but the maid standing next to her was replaced by Ao Xue, who looked at him expressionless.

She came in half an hour ago and stood there, but he turned a blind eye. "Pour it." Ye nianmo ordered, her eyes half-open.

Ao Xue walked up to him, took his glass, and stepped over to approach him. He did not move, allowing her to move.

"Nian Mo, I really like you." She looked at his handsome face and murmured.

"How much do you like it?" He could not help but laugh out loud and feel the shudder in her body. His tone could not tell how drunk she was.

"I am willing to die for you. I will obey whatever you say." Said proudly.

As soon as she finished speaking, ye nianmo, who had been sitting on the chair, leapt up and changed her position. He stretched out his hands and imprisoned her in the chair.

Ye Nianmo leaned over to her ear and opened her thin lips. "What if I said I want you to die for Ding Yiyi?"

"You!" Ao Xue's face changed greatly. Ye Nianmo let go of her and straightened up. Suddenly, there was a sharp look on his face.

As he struggled to close his eyes, Ao Xue murmured, "I'm sorry, I love you."

She placed the white pill hidden in her palm into the wine glass and watched the pill bubble up in the glass before disappearing.

She looked at the orange liquid in a daze and smiled as she walked to the bed. For the first time, she looked down at the man.

She removed the bonds from her body and her heart trembled. She had been entangled with Ye Nianmo for too long, so long that she had forgotten her original intention of loving him well, and so long that she no longer had the patience to pretend that he liked her.

Ye Nianmo closed her eyes tightly and frowned in the form of' chuan'. Her subconscious mind was filled with resistance. Ao Xue's movements slowed down. She looked at his familiar face and her hands began to tremble. An inexplicable sense of shame came under the light.

She let go of her hand and began to focus on the man she loved. There was a time when she was looking forward to waking up in his arms every day, but why did the two of them come to this?

Time passed by little by little. She sat on the bed, her white skin shining brightly under the light. She just sat there without any desire in her mind.

"Nian Mo?" Xia Yihan's voice sounded outside the door. Ao Xue was shocked. He wrapped the sheets around them and said, "Aunt Xia, Nian Mo is asleep."

"You guys?" Xia Yihan looked hesitantly at Ye Zimo beside him, both looking inquisitive.

Ye mo sighed, took her waist and whispered, "They are adults, let them go."

As the footsteps outside the door faded away, Ao Xue got out of bed and tidied herself up. She knew that if she missed this opportunity, she would regret it tomorrow, but her mind was so caught off guard that she wanted to preserve this last bit of dignity.

The wind was freezing on the street. Ao Xue wrapped his coat tightly and rushed along, his high heels squeaking on the ground.

Walking into the neighborhood, she lowered her head and rummaged through her bag for the key. A soft voice came from beside her. "Ao Xue."

She looked up in surprise. Yan mingyao stood under the street lamp and looked at him. The wind blew his black coat so hard that it made a noise.

"Why are you here? Didn't you go to Holland to handle things?" Ao Xue took out the key and was about to open the door. When he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his body, he frowned. "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah, I had a drink with the client." Yan Mingyao leaned against the wall as she walked. Her bangs were ruffled by the wind, covering her eyes at will, unable to see his face clearly.

Ao Xue opened the door and blocked it. "It's late now. You should go back early." She turned around and tried to enter. Her head hurt and her mind was in a mess.

Her wrist was caught, and she turned around in confusion. Yan Mingyao approached her. "Where did you go just now? Is it Ye Nianmo's house?"

Ao Xue frowned. "I don't have to tell you this. Let go!"

The grip on her wrist grew stronger and she was in pain. Yan Mingyao pulled her slightly hard to her face and said in a low voice, "Tell me, were you together just now?"

"You're drunk, you drunkard!" Ao Xue threw his handbag at him, and Yan Mingyao let her move like a statue, his eyes deepening.

Ao Xue was tired, panting heavily, and all the grievances and grievances that had been squeezed for a long time erupted in an instant. "You're right, I was with Ye Nianmo. We were together just now. We were so happy!"

Yan Mingyao did not speak, and her expression did not even waver. If she had not seen his chest heave violently, she would have thought it was all a lie.

She shook off his hand, pulled the chain open and was about to enter. Yan Mingyao entered the room ahead of him as he opened the door.