The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

The waiter was just about to leave when Ye Chuqing stopped her and handed her the card, "Didn't this restaurant pay the order before serving?"

The waiter smiled and said, "You don't need to pay for your order."

Ye Chuqing's face was full of puzzlement. Did she go abroad for a period of time and all the people in the country had already entered a well-off society, so there was no need to pay for food?

Ding Yiyi held back his laughter, flipped the menu upside down and pointed to the man on it, "I'm the spokesperson for this restaurant chain, so I don't need money to eat here."

Ye Chuqing looked at her in astonishment and was surprised. Ding Yiyi had changed so much. The woman in front of her was wearing light makeup. Although the clothes she was wearing were not international brands, they were obviously carefully matched, "Sister yiyi, you are so beautiful now."

The big tv set in the restaurant was just in time for a news broadcast. "The Ye group is unable to justify the attack on young women in International shopping centre. According to the relevant personnel, there may still be fraud in the accounts of the Ye group. At present, the relevant departments have been fully involved."

Ye Chuqing's face darkened. "Did elder brother Zhuoxuan do all this?"

Ding Yiyi couldn't bear to hit her, but she didn't want to let Hoi Cheuk Hin destroy the Ye group. She nodded. "I just found out."

Ye Chuqing answered softly, then looked up with only a little loneliness on his face, but his eyes were very firm. "I know that elder brother Zhuoxuan has a habit of keeping a diary with a recording pen. His recording pen is usually in his office. As long as we can get the recording pen, maybe we can hear him admit it himself!"

A redemption of love unfolded on the two girls, and what waves would rise behind the calm?

Hoi Cheuk Hin was running, and there was a shadow chasing him behind him. He couldn't get rid of it, so he had to run for his life.

He breathed heavily and squeezed out a small amount of carbon dioxide from his chest. In front of him was a sea of flowers. He ran in the middle of the sea of flowers.

The flowers swayed in the wind, but the slower he slowed down, he lowered his head and found himself deep in the mud. "Huhh." It was the breathing of the shadow behind him, with an ambiguous smile. He was desperate and shouted!

"Young master? Young master?" When Zhong Diangong heard the screams, he hurried upstairs and a voice came from the room. "I'm fine."

Hoi Cheuk Hin was sitting on the bed, facing a mirror. He looked at himself sweating in the mirror, and it coincided with the desperate face in his dream.

He sighed, got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. He habitually rubbed his index finger.

Ye Chuqing liked to hold his index finger when he was a child, and after she left, he would habitually do this every time he had nightmares, so that his heart would settle down.

At 7: 40, he left home on time and passed the first intersection. The rush hour made the whole road a little crowded. He opened the window and listened to the radio aimlessly, waiting for the damn road to clear.

The smell of red beans wafted into the car in the morning air. He sniffed and his stomach started to cry.

He could not help but look around the road. He had no habit of eating breakfast, but the smell was too familiar and special.

Ye Chuqing loved to cook when she was young. Her favorite dish was to mix mashed red beans and taros to make snacks.

At that time, she and he often spent the afternoon in a small bakery. The nanny was watching. He and Ye Chu qing struggled to mix the flour with their small hands. The sun would shine on them through the window sill, making them feel so warm and happy.

"Beep beep beep!" The sudden sound of a horn cut him off. For the first time, he was driving in a daze.

Ten minutes later, Hoi Cheuk Hin drove back around two streets. He parked his car on the side of the road and got out of the car with a stronger smell.

He followed the scent and walked into a bakery. The waiter greeted him with a smile. His eyes fell on a patty of cake on the shelf, but his heart trembled.

When Ye Chuqing was a child, he liked to play, so he would carve himself on the biscuits he made. Each biscuit was carved with only one letter. The biscuits on the shelf not only tasted the same, but also had the same habit of engraving letters.

He clearly heard his voice trembling. "Can I see your chef?"

The clerk pointed out the window and said, "She's right behind you. She just went to get the milk." As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head abruptly.

Many years later, he could not describe the feeling. She stood with her back to the sun, and the tiny dust around her was coated with a layer of sunlight. She stood with her hair tied in a braid, and looked at him quietly.

In the small bakery, after the initial shock, Hoi Cheuk Hin covered up all his emotions and said faintly, "Why did you come back all of a sudden? Do they all know about Nian Mo?"

Ye Chuqing shook his head with a smile and concentrated on buttering the cake, "I will leave soon. I came back to see a friend."

Hoi Cheuk Hin stirred the cream for her, seemingly inadvertently saying, "Which friend?"

Ye Chuqing stopped moving. "I thought you wouldn't care about this."

He paused and replied casually, "After all, you are my favorite sister."

He thought Ye Chuqing was going to struggle with this question again, but he didn't expect her to just answer. Hoi Cheuk Hin opened his sleeve and looked at his watch. "Do you have time for dinner tonight? I have to go to work now."

As he took off his apron and walked out, a pair of trembling hands wrapped around his waist, followed by the sweetness of the cake.

Ye Chuqing rested his head on his broad shoulders and said in a muffled voice, "Can you give me some more time? I've decided to settle down in france after I go back to france this time. I won't come back."

Hoi Cheuk Hin paused and his breath became unsteady. His hands, which were hanging on both sides of his body, changed from palms to fists. What did he mean by not coming back? Will they never see each other again?

His thoughts were roaring as he grabbed the woman and imprisoned her by his side, but more than ten years of camouflage allowed him to perfectly handle his own loss of control. He turned around and his handsome face was covered with almost flawless blessings. "Oh, really? Bon voyage."

Ye Chuqing smiled and turned back to the counter to continue buttering the pastry. Footsteps came from behind. Hoi Cheuk Hin walked back to her and continued stirring.

Time ticked by, and when the strong smell filled the room, he knew it was time for him to leave.

Ye Chuqing pushed the cake in front of him. "This is my first successful cake in france. I've always wanted you to taste it."

He picked up the knife and fork, and in her expectant gaze, he put the sweetness into her mouth. The melted cream mixed with the red bean paste at the mouth was soft, and the buds seemed to be dancing with this force.

He put down his knife and fork and said heartily, "It's delicious."

"Thank you!" She smiled brightly and stood by the door looking at her. This time, she really let him go.

He walked out of the store door, but he didn't know why he had a trace of nostalgia. He turned to look at her, the sun wrapped around her smile. She waved at him with a smile between her eyes.

Ye Chuqing watched Hoi Cheuk Hin leave, her bright smile gradually disappearing on her face. She sighed softly and took out her phone to text Ding Yiyi. "He's already gone to work."

Ding Yiyi was also a little anxious after reading the text message. It was soon time for work. The sister of wang meirong, a former Ye group cleaner, happened to be hai's cleaner, which was why she could get the key to enter hai's company. If she could not get the recording pen, Hoi Cheuk Hin would never be so careless next time.

She rummaged through the documents and sat in a chair with nothing to find. She looked at the picture on the table and was slightly lost in thought.

In the photo, a man with similar features to Hoi Cheuk Hin smiled and raised Hoi Cheuk Hin, who was still a child, above his head. Hoi Cheuk Hin's mother looked at the two of them from the side, and the three of them laughed happily.

Her heart moved, she got up and took the frame and shook it up and down. The frame was solid and motionless, but there was a small groove in the position where it was placed.

There was a recording pen in the groove, and she excitedly took it. Footsteps were heard outside the door, and she hid behind the sofa.

Hoi Cheuk Hin opened the door with a solemn expression. "Ye Nianmo and aunt Xia won't doubt me. I wonder why uncle Ye didn't make a move at all. Logically speaking, the money invested in International shopping centre should have used up at least half of the working capital of Ye group. When International shopping centre fell, the Ye group was on the verge of collapse. But why didn't he make a move?!"

Ding Yiyi behind the sofa was shocked. Wasn't Hoi Cheuk Hin the only one planning all this? Was there someone else? Who is that person? Who was it that joined forces with Hoi Cheuk Hin to harm the Ye family?

A series of questions kept rolling in her mind. Hoi Cheuk Hin in the room packed a pile of documents and went out while talking on the phone. "I'm going to the Ye family now. I'll talk to you when I get back."

After he left, Ding Yiyi slipped out from behind the sofa and looked at his hurried back. She hurriedly followed him. No matter what, he must arrive at the Ye family earlier than hai zhuo xuan.

Ye family

As soon as Hoi Cheuk Hin came in, the butler came up to take his coat as usual, but his eyes were a little strange.

He smiled and looked down at himself. "What's wrong? Is something wrong with me?"

The butler sighed and shook his head. "Zhuo Xuan, you're here." Xia Yihan called him in the living room. He turned around with a smile. "Aunt Xia, Ye uncle, Nian Mo??? Mom!"

His mother's cold eyes made his heart skip a beat. He stepped forward and smiled, "Why are you free to see aunt Xia today? I remember you should be the busiest at the end of the month."

Lin Ling looked at her with heartache in his eyes, "Chu Qing asked me to come."

Hoi Cheuk Hin vaguely sensed that the atmosphere was not right. He looked around and said tentatively, "What happened today? It seems that everyone is not in high spirits."