The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan looked at the little skirt that was brighter than the others and flinched a little. He whispered to them, "It's not good to wear it like this. It's too short and the color is so bright."

She really didn't want Ye Zimo to think that she was in high spirits about going to bed for him.

"Sis, you're too conservative. It's not that short. You'll probably reach your knees if you put it on. You didn't see them showing their chests and buttocks all over the street. You didn't show them anywhere. How nice the package was." Mo Xiaonong said and showed it to Xia Yihan. In fact, in addition to being a little short and a little low neckline, this is still a relatively complete skirt. Xia Yihan's most entangled, I'm afraid, is still the color.

"Yihan, do you remember making cookies for Mr. Ye that day? He ate it so badly, which means he wants to see your heart. Think about it. You took a petal bath today and put on such a rose-like dress, and you're a heartfelt person. Don't you want him to be happy to see you?" Wine was also helping.

Her words reminded Xia Yihan of how ye mo ate the cookies she made. Although he didn't look very happy, she actually saw something moving in his eyes.

It was not that she didn't want to see him smile. He smiled as gently as a spring breeze.

Little Soldier, you won't be upset if I do this, will you? If you are really his brother, he is also a relative you have missed for a long time. I definitely don't love him, but I can be nicer to him. You won't blame me for doing this, will you?

While she was in a daze, Wine had already pulled her out of the water and wiped her clean with a towel.

"Okay, I'll do it myself." Xia Yihan took the towel, wiped it and put it aside. Mo Xiaonong gave her her underwear.

"This..." Xia Yihan looked at the two small pieces and felt cold.

Next, Wine and Mo Xiaonong had another cookie theory, and the door was still pressing, so Xia Yihan had no choice but to put it on.

She thought to herself that it would be best if ye mo asked her to go, just to see the scenery and not to let her take off her clothes, although she felt that the possibility was very small.

When Xia Yihan came out of the bathroom, the housekeeper and several security guards outside were already on fire.

But as she walked, a fresh and fragrant wind suddenly quieted their restless hearts. Looking at xia Yihan, she was like a walking rose.

"Hey, don't look around. I'll report to the crown prince." Wine warned. Several men quickly stopped their eyes and said honestly, "Miss Xia, please!"

Until he got in the car, Xia Yihan still felt that his clothes were not appropriate, but there was no chance to change, so he could only take things as they came.

The security guards who escorted her talked to the front desk staff in the lobby of the group, and the front desk transferred the phone to Lin Ling. Lin Ling asked ye mo for permission and asked them to take the elevator directly to the top floor.

The security guards did not know why Xia Yihan came to the group with so many escorts, but that was not their business. Their duty was to obey orders.

Even when she entered the elevator, two people went in first, standing in the innermost two corners respectively. After Xia Yihan went in, he finally got on two more, protecting her in four directions.

Xia Yihan had never been surrounded by so many people. She knew in her heart that ye mo was afraid of what Yu Shanshan would do, so she specifically asked so many people to send her here.

She herself had never been willing to torment others, but it was obvious that this young master ye had different ideas from hers, as if he took it for granted to torment others.

On the top floor, four security guards escorted Xia Yihan to Ye Zimo's office.

A security guard knocked on the door and reported, "Mr. Ye, Miss Xia has arrived."

"Call her in. You guys wait at the elevator." Ye Zimo's cold voice came from inside, and the security guard said, "Yes, Mr. Ye!" The few of them left in unison, leaving Xia Yihan alone at the door.

She suddenly felt nervous for no reason. She did not know whether she was dressed like this, waiting for her was his appreciation, his happiness, his indifference, his ridicule.

Xia Yihan stirred his hands, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Ye Zimo was working in his large leather office chair, and in order to appear nonchalant about her arrival, he lowered his head and looked at the documents in his hands with great care.

Xia Yihan was relieved by his lack of attention.

"Close the door!" Ye Zimo ordered her in a low voice.

Xia Yihan turned around and closed the door. He faced him again and stood there quietly.

From the moment she entered, Ye Zimo smelled a faint fragrance, but it was not the fragrance of the body wash that she usually used at home. The fragrance came more naturally and made people feel more comfortable.

He put down the document in his hand and slowly looked up at the tiny figure standing at the door.

Her dress made his eyes light up. What he hated the most was the soft color. No matter who wore it, he couldn't help but frown. Lin Ling probably knew what he liked, so he put it in Xia Yihan's clothes intentionally but without any trace.

No one could have imagined that Xia Yihan would look so good in the color that Ye Zimo hated the most.

It was only then that he recognized the smell of roses emanating from her body. Did she bathe in petals?

Would she be so attentive? He wasn't Mo Xiaojun.

"Come here!" He didn't sound as surprised as Xia Yihan expected, but he didn't seem as angry as he did in the morning.

Xia Yihan tried to calm himself down and walked slowly around his large desk to his side.

As he got closer, the scent of her body became more obvious. He felt that she was like an enchanting rose blooming beside him.

It had to be said that in a short period of time, the woman he had developed had lost her youthfulness, and now she exuded the charm of a mature female.

Her soft little mouth was slightly open, which was an involuntary reaction, indicating that she was still a little nervous.

He fixed his eyes on her little mouth and didn't kiss her. Just looking at her made Xia Yihan even more nervous and her heart thumping. It was as if he was looking forward to it, as if he was afraid, as if he wanted to avoid it, and as if he wanted to get close to it. The complicated emotions kept bothering her until he suddenly put his arm around her waist.

"Did this happen on purpose? Do you want me to enjoy it?" He circled her tightly and whispered in her ear. The warm breath made Xia Yihan's sensitive body tremble again.

She could not tell whether he liked her or not, but at least he was not angry, which was enough to comfort her.

Thinking about what Mo Xiaonong and Wine had repeatedly told her, Xia Yihan decided to be more gentle so that he could be happier.

"Yes, I want to make you happy." Xia Yihan said in a low voice. With this one sentence, ye mo xin suddenly tightened and pressed her small mouth like a madman.

His kiss was so arrogant and overbearing that it didn't give her any time to breathe.

The hot and lingering kiss sucked the oxygen out of Xia Yihan's brain. She was so dizzy that she had no strength and could only fall on his steely arm and let him plunder her.

He was almost biting her, making her lips hurt slightly. She knew that he was trying to vent his anger, so she wrapped her arms around his neck more meekly to cater to him.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that his anger would stop and that his mood would be sunny and beautiful every day.

His lips parted from hers, and then his dark eyes fixed on her eyes. After a long time, he kissed her lips, which were already red, and sucked hard.

Such a lingering kiss seemed like a good medicine for hypnosis. When Xia Yihan was kissed, he felt the spring flowers bloom again, even though his expression was still so cold.

I don't know how long it took for ye mo to stop and his breathing became short. He held Xia Yihan's delicate face in his hands and stared at her with his dark eyes.

"I wish I could kiss you! That way, you can get the bastard named mo out of your head!" His voice was hoarse and filled with hatred.

Xia Yihan saw the hatred in Ye Zimo's eyes. He hated Mo Xiaojun. She couldn't make him hate Mo Xiaojun.

Almost instinctively, Xia Yihan raised his voice and retorted very seriously, "You can't scold Mo Xiaojun! No!"

Ever since she appeared in Ye Zimo's sight, Xia Yihan was quiet and hardly spoke loudly. The only time she lost her temper was when she stopped him from drinking.

This time, he only said that mo was a jerk. Her eyes were wide open. Her excited look deeply hurt his heart.

Does it matter that much?

He didn't even remember his gentle disguise.

Ye Zimo's face froze in an instant, a cold gleam in her eyes, and she pinched her chin with her fingers. With some force, she was in pain, but she did not regret what she had said.

"Why can't I scold him?" His voice was as cold as ice. If she dares to say that Mo Xiaojun is his brother's ridiculous reason, he will tear her apart even more, because that is absolutely impossible!

"Because..." He could be your brother!

Xia Yihan was so close to saying that, but in the end, she swallowed it rationally. She couldn't say it, she couldn't say it.

If Mo Xiaojun was really Ye Zimo's younger brother, he had searched for so long and found a dead person, it would be too cruel for him, and she would not bear for him to face such a situation.

If Mo Xiaojun was not Ye Zimo's younger brother, after investigation, a suspicious person like Ye Zimo would think that she was scheming to deceive him, and would think that she said that deliberately because she was in a hurry to avenge Mo Xiaojun.

So no matter what the outcome was, she had to keep this conjecture to herself and never say it out.

Say, why! Just because you love him, you won't let anyone say anything bad about him?" Ye Zimo asked with gritted teeth.

Xia Yihan wanted to shake his head, but his jaw was immobilized by him.

"No, not for that reason. I don't want you to say he's not good because he passed away. The deceased is the greatest. Please don't blaspheme his spirit in heaven." With these words, Xia Yihan's eyes were filled with tears, not knowing whether it was painful or sad.

Her watery eyes glistened with tears and looked pitiful, but at this moment he would not be moved by her delicate appearance.

Ye Zimo's face became even colder, and he suddenly gave her a push to stand up from his arms.

"Well, I respect the dead, so there's no need to respect the living. Take off!"

Xia Yihan was bitter in her heart. She didn't want to face such a scene, but she still had to face it again.

This was the top floor, the tallest place in the city, but the french windows were brightly lit and the curtains were not drawn. Even though she knew that no one could see her unless a helicopter flew through the window, she still felt insecure.

He was already unhappy. She had no other choice. Her hands trembled as she reached out to the side of the dress. She bit her lips and zipped the zipper down.

"Three seconds. I'll tear it up before it's done." His voice was cold and heartless, like Satan from hell.

Xia Yihan wanted to carry her back and move faster, but his eyes were clearly telling her not to hide.

He was like this. When he was angry, he would embarrass her. She should have gotten used to it, but she still wasn't used to it. Every time he stared at her so coldly, as if he were laughing at her, it always made her heart ache slightly.

Today, she was trying to coax him. She turned herself into a rose, but she just wanted him to smile. She took the initiative to admit that she wanted to make him happy. She took the initiative to put her arms around his neck.

She thought he would be in a good mood, but who knew that things would turn out this way again. She found that her heart ached more than ever.

The more you love someone, the more it hurts for him. The closer you get to someone, the more likely you are to fall in love with him. Why did she fall in love with him when he was always torturing her? Why did she feel bad when she knew he was trying to make things difficult?

She bit her lips to hold back her tears and quickened her movements.

Soon, the roses blossomed before his eyes.

Ye Zimo suddenly stood up and waved his arm. All the papers and pens on the desk fell to the ground.

Watching his movements, Xia Yihan couldn't help but be scared. Then, he put one arm around her waist, picked her up, and roughly put her on the cold desk.

...

In this way, he seemed to want to completely remove the shadow of the other man from her mind, giving her no breathing space and not letting her have any rest.

It took a long, long time before it finally ended.

"Put on your clothes and go back!" His voice was still cold and emotionless.

She closed her eyes for a long time before she had the strength to support the table and slowly get up.

Ye Zimo did not look at her at all. Even if she had fallen back onto the table because she was weak, he only turned his back to her and frowned, but restrained the urge to turn around and pick her up.

He quickly tidied up his clothes and walked to the french window.

The man who seemed to be very close to her and very gentle seemed to be very, very far away from her in an instant.

She was sad and painful, but she could bear it all. Looking at his tall body standing there, she always felt that he was so lonely.

Why did he have to be so stubborn and insist on her heart, like a child, so that people could not help but feel sorry for him.

Xia Yihan had long forgotten her discomfort and humiliation. She came down from her desk trembling and struggled to get dressed.

She did not know where the courage came from, but perhaps she did not want to see him so angry. She slowly walked behind him and put her arms around his waist.

"Don't be angry, okay? I hope you're happy." Her voice drifted into his ears from behind him, and Ye Zimo's body shook, then his face became serious again.

He reached out and broke her hand, his voice still as cold as ice.

"Go back!"

His words seemed to build a wall around him, and she wanted to get closer to him, as if she could no longer get closer. Xia Yihan had never been a proactive person. To be able to hug him and coax him when he was so cold to her was the limit of what she could do.

When he chased her away again, her face burned again, and her pride burned.

She bit her lip, turned around, and did not have the courage to say another word to comfort him.

Xia Yihan opened the door and left without looking back. Just as the door was about to close, ye mo felt an impulse to run over, hug her and coax her. But he stopped in his tracks, and with forbearance, he slammed his fist on the glass of the french window in front of him.

Xia Yihan didn't know how she got out of the building with the security guards. When she came to her senses, the car had already arrived at Ye family's villa in the suburbs.

Only then did she realize that the man who had just had a physical relationship with her had also returned and arrived before her.

It was already the first light of the day, and dinner was about to begin in the Ye family villa.

There were no guests today, so for dinner, Xia Yihan, Fang Lina and He Wen were allowed to sit at the big table in the main house.

Xia Yihan came back late. When she arrived, Wine came to urge her to go faster.

"Yihan, prepare yourself. I don't know if it's because of the roses that you're being targeted. It's all my fault. I did you a disservice." Wine followed her, apologizing and repenting. Xia Yihan couldn't bear to comfort her, "It's okay. You were doing it for my own good. Don't blame yourself. Besides, if someone wanted to deal with me, they would always find a reason. If there were no roses, there could be no jasmine. Since I am here, I am also mentally prepared. The struggle has not stopped. Don't worry, I can handle it."

"All right, all right. God bless you. Ah, the most important thing is that the crown prince must protect you. I thought you were with him... He would be happy, but when he came back, his face looked even worse. Not to mention, why does his hand seem to be injured? You guys are fighting?"

Only then did Xia Yihan remember that when she left, she seemed to hear a muffled sound in his office. She thought he was angry and dropped something.

Isn't it?

"Is he badly injured?" She asked in a low voice, her heart clenching for him.