The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ao Xue's voice calmed down. She slowed down her voice. "Okay, why are you crying? The car is ready for you. You should run away from your family."

Mo Shuangling wiped his tears and nodded. He took the money bag that Ao Xue had prepared and walked out the door. As expected, there was a honda car parked outside.

"Thank you." She turned around and said hesitantly to Ao Xue standing at the door. Ao Xue waved his hand impatiently, wondering how long it would take to get home.

Mo Shuangling drove to the airport. She was ready to take cover abroad. Her passport and fake id card were in the purse.

The closer she got to the airport, the more relaxed she felt. She opened the car window, next to the moat, and the river reeked of stench. She closed the window in disgust.

After some thought, she picked up the phone and called her mother. "Mom, this is Shuang Ling."

Shuang Ling, where have you been? If you don't come back for dinner today, mom made your favorite crayfish."

"Eat it yourself. I'm on business!" She continued impatiently, "I'm not going home these days. I have something to do."

"Where are you going?..." She hung up before her mother could finish her sentence. As soon as she hung up the phone, she found a car parked in front of her. The car broke down, and the owner of the car stood aside and waved in her direction to signal her to change course.

She stepped on the brakes to slow down, but suddenly found that the brakes had failed. She stomped hard a few times and watched as she got closer and closer to the car parked on the side of the road. Her hands slipped and the car veered towards the moat.

The car crashed into the railing at the head of the moat bridge, and the front of the car had already rushed out of the bridge, teetering on the side. Mo Shuangling's head was bleeding from the impact. She struggled to open her bloodstained eyes and fumbled around with her hands.

Finally, she reached for her cell phone and dialed the number feebly. Before the last number could be dialed, the car shook violently and she could only scream.

Ye family, not only Ye Zimo, Xia Yihan was at home, even Hao Ran xu was there. Ao Xue snuggled up to Xia Yihan and covered her stomach with both hands, smiling sweetly.

"Nian Mo." As soon as aoxue saw him, she quickly stood up. Xia Yihan also stood up and told her, "Be careful when you have children. Don't stand so fast next time."

Ao Xue nodded obediently and ye mo asked in a low voice, "When are you getting married?"

"I have no intention of doing that." Ye Nianmo said in a deep voice. Ye Zimo's face darkened and he interrupted, "Nonsense."

Xia Yihan and Xu Haoran looked at him with heartbreak. They didn't believe that Ye Nianmo was an irresponsible child. Ao Xue hastily stepped forward. "Uncle Ye, don't blame him. It's my fault. I should tell him to prepare himself."

Ye Nianmo turned to look at her, his face full of inquiry. His heart was extremely suspicious of the truth of aoxue's words. After a while, he said, "Where's the report?"

Ye mo was so angry that he almost made a move. Xia Yihan stopped him in a hurry, and there was a hint of anger in his voice. "Nian Mo, we've read the report. It's true that she's pregnant. Ao Xue loves you so much. She won't be sorry for you."

The scene fell into an awkward situation. Ao Xue sobbed softly. Ye Nianmo was very dissatisfied when she thought that the child in her stomach was conceived by Ding Yiyi and herself when they had a quarrel.

He stared at her belly, where there was a small life, his first child. He did not want Ao Xue, but he had to have this child.

With a wave of her hand, ye mo said, "Aoxue will stay in the Ye family first to protect her baby. The date of her marriage will be decided as soon as possible."

"I said I wouldn't marry her." Ye Nianmo looked him straight in the eye and refused to back down. Ye mo snorted. "You can't decide this."

Ye Nianmo took a deep breath, turned around and strode away. Ao Xue wanted to catch up, but Xu Haoran grabbed him.

Yebo hurriedly followed. In the driveway, a porsche was driving at a high speed. The scenery on both sides of the road flashed by, and people could only see the headlights of the cars.

At the entrance of the hospital, the car that had been running for a long time finally stopped. Soon, another black mercedes that followed closely behind the car stopped, and Yebo trotted to the car.

Ye Nianmo got out of the car, his body reeking of cold air. "Keep this a secret."

"Yes, young master." Ye bo lowered his eyes to hide his worry and answered.

There was no one in the ward. Ye Nianmo turned around with a gloomy face. "Where is he?"

Ye bo grabbed the nurse from the past, asked about the situation, and quickly told him about Ding Yiyi. Ye Nianmo lifted his foot and left. He knew that his emotions were like a powder keg, and there was only one person who could put out the fire.

In the children's area, a skinny boy with a needle in one hand grabbed the hair on cheng bao's neck, and cheng bao obediently leaned on the floor for him to scratch.

Ding Yiyi looked at the poor child. His parents abandoned him because he had cancer. They had to undergo chemotherapy every day at such a young age.

He liked cheng bao very much. After discussing with the doctor, the doctor also agreed to let him play with cheng bao. She suddenly thought of Ye Nianmo in her mind, and her heart was filled with melancholy. She did not know what was going on with that person.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" The little boy asked innocently. She shook her head and handed him the water with a smile. The boy took it and looked behind her and said, "Sister, behind you is a very serious brother who has been staring at you."

A very serious brother? She turned around and dropped the bottle in her hand. In the hospital lawn, Ding Yiyi couldn't help but stir his hands behind his back. "How are you? Are you okay?"

Ye Nianmo nodded and suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the tree trunk. There was still unmelted snow on the trunk, and Ding Yiyi felt a chill spread from behind to his limbs.

He raised her chin with his long, slender fingers, and she swallowed with difficulty as she looked into his fiery eyes.

"Ding Yiyi, call my name." He approached her and whispered in her delicate ear. The breath made her ears feel hot.

"What's wrong with you?" His overbearing attitude made her nervous. A drop of snow fell from the branches of the tree into her collar and she shivered.

"Be good, call my name." The closer he got, the more serious the words came out of his mouth.

Ding Yiyi was forced to look at her, the tip of her tongue swirling in her mouth, and she said it word by word, "Ye Nianmo."

A deep laugh rang in her ears. She could even feel the vibration coming from his chest. He moved closer and spoke in a lighter tone. "Call me nianmo."

She was stunned and stammered, "No... No!" She cocked her neck and tilted her head to look at the fountain a few meters away. There was a thick layer of ice on the fountain, and the staff were digging it open with a shovel.

Suddenly, her ears were wet and she turned her head in disbelief. Ye Nianmo caught her eyes and never let them go. The emotions in her eyes were frighteningly thick.

Behind them was an artificial fence, vaguely blocking them. Not far away came the sound of conversation and footsteps. She was startled and struggled with both hands. "Someone's coming. Let me go."

He caught her with ease and let her pounce. She looked like she was in a trance. She was so frustrated that she heard footsteps getting closer and closer. She lowered her head and opened her lips slightly. "Nian Mo."

She was extremely aggrieved, her teeth biting her soft lips fiercely, ignoring the smile and gentleness that flashed through Ye Nianmo's eyes.

The sound outside the fence gradually faded away. She breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help slipping down. Ye Nianmo loosened her grip on her arm. Just as she was about to escape, she suddenly spun around, and by the time she regained her senses, she had already switched places with him.

Lying on his warm chest, his back was gently held, and the sound came from above and down. "Can you call me again?"

She was so angry that she punched the man in front of her in the chest and took a few steps back. The distance between them was pulled apart. She looked at him cautiously and suddenly realized how terrible his eyes were.

"You want to leave me?" Ye Nianmo's eyes were sharp, but his voice became softer and softer, as if he was talking to her and talking to himself.

Ding Yiyi felt fear. Her shoulders trembled and her eyes reddened. "What happened to you today?"

Seeing her tears, Ye Nianmo was a little stunned. Then he turned around and punched the tree trunk. With a loud bang, the snow on the tree trunk was shaken down.

"Sorry." By the time he turned his head again, his expression had returned to calm, only his light brown eyes had deepened.

Ding Yiyi tried to take a few steps back, but when she saw him standing straight under the tree without any reaction, she took a few more steps back, and her eyes suddenly swept over his fists that were hanging on the side. Because of the action, his knuckles were bruised, and the wounds were slightly bleeding, and soon they were condensed on his skin.

Without thinking much, she turned around and ran away. Ye nianmo stood under the dead tree and watched her run away. He was still covered in the snow that had just fallen from the tree.

As he stood there, he felt his blood freeze and merge with the white and majestic air around him. Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps not far away, and a figure reappeared at the end.

The sun suddenly penetrated through the clouds, and tiny rays of light poured down on him through the crevices of the dead branches. He looked at the woman who was getting closer and closer to him, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a happy smile, warming the winter sun and his heart.

"How can you still laugh!" Ding Yiyi stomped his feet in anger, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the hospital building. Ye Nianmo let her hold on to him.

Ding Yiyi walked ahead and suddenly slowed down. "Don't do that again."

"What are you doing?" Ye Nianmo asked lazily as he raised his head slightly to let the sun touch him. Ding Yiyi gripped his arm tightly and said in a mosquito voice, "Just don't let me call you that again."