The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

In a half-new and half-old apartment, Ding Dacheng walked around the room with a cane. The agent said, "This house is really good. It's very popular. It's in the center of the city. It's very prosperous. If the owner didn't suddenly want to go abroad, he wouldn't have sold it cheap."

"Qiubai, what do you think?" Ding Yiyi turned to ask qiu bai and found that the other party looked at him as if he was frightened. His eyes were a little confused. "What did you say?"

"Was it Yebo who called just now?" Ding Yiyi had some strange guesses. Qiubai's heart tightened and he quickly denied them.

Did the agent see the two of them chatting? He looked at Ding Dacheng and the Cheng Bao standing by. "Sir, look at this house. The light is really good. There are many old people and pets in the neighborhood. Everyone can play together."

Ding Dacheng had not been to work since he was injured, and his life was very monotonous.

"How much does that cost?" Ding Yiyi saw that his father was moved and asked for the price with a smile.

"You can rest assured that we are owned by Ye group. Who doesn't know the richest man in Dongjiang city, the Ye family, our price is absolutely fair. One million and two hundred thousand can buy this set."

"1.2 Million?!" Ding Dacheng shouted and immediately walked down with a cane. "We're not buying anymore. Let's go, yiyi."

"Sir, please wait. This one million and two hundred thousand is a standard." The agency rushed after him, and the Cheng Bao looked at him covetously. He didn't dare to go forward, so he kept shouting at Ding Yiyi, "Miss Ding, you can think about it again."

"Actually, you told Ye Nianmo that this house is yours." Qiu bai said as she walked. Seeing ding yiyi glaring at herself, she hurriedly explained, "Am I not joking with you? I think uncle really likes it here."

Ding Yiyi lowered her head and sighed softly. She was too reckless. Next time, she should wait for confirmation before taking her father to the scene to see the house.

As soon as they went downstairs, the agent was still a little reluctant. "Miss Ding, I think uncle really likes it. People live once in their lives. When they were young, they were for their children. When they grew up, they were for their grandchildren. If they could be nicer to their parents, they would be nicer to their parents."

Ding Dacheng, who was walking ahead, was unhappy. "What are you talking about? Our child is the best in the world!"

Qiubai's phone vibrated. She touched her pocket and walked to Ding Yiyi. "Can you wait for me for a few minutes?" I'll go ahead and do something."

Qiubai rushed to the hotel that Yebo had said in his text message. In the lobby lounge, ye bo was standing by and hurriedly welcomed her. His eyes were full of energy. "Why are you running so fast? Look at your sweat." As he spoke, he naturally pulled out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket.

Just as he was about to hand it to her, Qiubai thought he was going to touch her and leaned back to avoid his movements. Both of them were stunned.

"Young master ye is waiting for me." She hurried towards the leisure area, and Yebo's eyes followed her back. Suddenly, another line of sight not far away resembled his head. He stared at the young master's eyes in a daze until Qiubai walked up to the young master and covered his inquisitive gaze.

"Young master ye, yiyi really loves you. If you love her too, help her a lot." There was a hint of unusual anxiety in Qiubai's voice.

"Are you sure you are dedicated to helping her?" Ye Nianmo took a sip of coffee and glanced at her with a half-smile.

Qiubai felt that she was hiding in front of him. Indeed, Ding Yiyi was a friend of hers, and there were other reasons. If Young master ye had been infatuated with Ding Yiyi, then her reputation as Ding Yiyi's manager would have been strengthened throughout the circle, especially An Ran's agent, Ding Yiyi, Ding Yiyi, and his development in hollywood.

These reasons had been entrenched in her mind, and one reason that she had tried to hide was gradually becoming clear. That was, she wanted to see Yebo, and she wanted to seize every opportunity.

When ye bo saw that Qiubai had been standing, for the first time he had disobeyed the young master, he walked up to the two of them and looked at the young master with a trace of prayer in his eyes.

"Sit down." Ye Nianmo nodded. Qiubai wiped the sweat off his forehead and nodded to sit down. The hotel lobby was fully heated, but she still felt a little cold.

"Is she doing well?" Ye Nianmo's eyes softened slightly. After his initial excitement, he now had to think long.

Qiubai nodded. "I'm looking after the house with her. Well, it's the agent. He said he works for the Ye group, but the price of the house is a little high."

Without Ye Nianmo's instructions, Yebo had already strode out, and Qiubai couldn't help but look after him.

"Miss qiu and my secretary are very familiar," ye nianmo said affirmatively. Although her eyes were not on her, she felt an invisible pressure.

"I don't know him at all!" Qiubai pursed her lips in a straight line, and in the midst of questions and answers, she had cut off all possibilities of being with Yebo.

Ye Nianmo tapped his fingers on the leather sofa. "He's a very dedicated person. If you're sure you can't accept him, then don't give him any hope."

His words were cruel, without any emotion, without even asking why he couldn't be together. He just told her to leave him if she couldn't be together.

When ye bo returned with the agent, he saw Qiubai's colorless face and looked at the young master worriedly. The agent did not know that the person in front of him was the general manager of Ye group, but thought that he was another big customer.

"This gentleman looks very imposing. We have a suite that suits you very well. Look, it has two balconies and two bathrooms. It's a good location and it's convenient to go anywhere in the city."

Ye nianmo glanced at the information and said directly, "This house has a plot ratio of 0.35, which is for middle-income people. Although the location is better, because it is not a school district house and because of the property rights certificate, the price is generally around 1.5 million yuan."

The agent's face turned green and white. He had just raised the price by half, but the man's price was the best price for the house.

"Which house is she interested in?" Ye nianmo said as qiu bai stood up and showed him the picture of the house that Ding Yiyi had just seen.

"What's the price?" He asked faintly.

The agent's throat was like being choked by a fishbone. The woman who was looking at the house just now obviously knew the man. It was obviously impossible to change the price now.

Sure enough, Qiubai raised his voice slightly. "1.2 million." The agent smiled awkwardly. "This can actually be adjusted later. That price is just the price that we discussed earlier."

"How much can we talk about?" Ye Nianmo finally looked him in the eye, and the price that had been rolling in the intermediary's mind became blurry. He scratched his head and thought for a long time, "900,000?"

Ye Nianmo nodded, the agent took a long breath, and was about to start introducing the project when the man opposite said softly, "You're fired."

"What?" He looked at him in surprise, a little confused, but the man's imposing manner made him subconsciously surprised rather than suspicious.

"It's okay to sell this house for 1.2 million yuan, because three years later, hongcheng primary school is moving to this area, which means that this house can be used as a school district, and you lost 300,000 yuan in the whole chain in one go.

The more the agent listened, the more shocked he became. He suddenly remembered a program he had seen a few days ago. One of the guests was Young master ye, and Young master ye on tv seemed to be a bit like this one in front of him.

"Young master ye?" He asked doubtfully, and when he saw the other party's unaffected expression, he sighed in his heart that he had indeed met the company's great buddha.

"Young master ye, give me another chance." The agent was a little depressed, who would have thought that one day the boss would face to face with him and then buy a house with him?

Ye Nianmo took a sip of coffee. The slightly cold coffee made him frown. "Report to headquarters next monday."

The agent was completely dazed by him and could only look at him eagerly. Ye Nianmo rarely explained, "Although you lowered the price without considering everything, you dare to do it. I am a businessman, so I naturally want to maximize the benefits."

The agent nodded vaguely, then excitedly said to ye nianmo, "I was really enlightened by the general manager's words. Just now, a father and daughter came to see the house. I opened 1.2 million yuan. It seems that I have to make another phone call now to pull the price up to 1.3 million yuan."

Standing aside, ye bo and qiu bai could not help but look at each other, worrying about the future of the intermediary. Ding Yiyi was playing chess with Ding Dacheng in the neighborhood.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang, the intermediary tone was anxious, saying that the landlord was anxious to go home, can transfer the price of 800,000 yuan, can also pay in installments, the furniture inside is free to use.

Ding Dacheng hurriedly asked her daughter to follow the agent to take a look, and Ding Yiyi rushed in the same direction.

Ding Dacheng looked back and heard footsteps behind him, thinking it was his daughter. He turned around again and his face turned cold when he saw the person.

"Ye Nianmo, what are you doing here? My daughter has been in a good mood recently. Don't look for her again!" Ding Dacheng stood up on crutches and strode out, trying to get rid of him.

Ye nianmo followed him unhurriedly until he could not help but turn around. "Let my daughter go. She's just an ordinary girl. She can't adapt to the intrigues of your rich family."

Ye Nianmo pursed his lips into a thin line and quickly replied, "Our family never values a person because they were born. Furthermore, you underestimate the value of your daughter."

"What do you mean?" Ding Dacheng looked at him cautiously.

Ye Nianmo was wearing a gray suit, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He did not move and let the snowflakes fall. His eyes were fixed on the person in front of him who was very important to his happiness, he said: