The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

At this point, Ding Yiyi's words were like a tap that was turned on. She told him everything that happened tonight, and in the end, Ye Nianmo grasped the point. "So you got lost?"

Ding Yiyi replied dejectedly, a little shy in his heart. The other party must have thought that he was so stupid that he didn't know where to go in the hotel.

Ye Nianmo asked her to tell her about the surrounding buildings, and then seemed to make another call. After a while, Ding Yiyi saw a waiter walking towards her.

The waiter respectfully led the way. Just as Ding Yiyi was about to speak, there seemed to be someone by Ye Nianmo's side. The two of them talked for a while. Ye Nianmo told Ding Yiyi to send a text message to him and hang up the phone.

Ye family, Yebo looked grim. "Miss Aoxue is awake."

The moment aoxue saw Ye Nianmo, she cried and hid in his arms. Ye Nianmo's body was stiff, but she did not push her away. Xu Haoran looked on and felt heartbroken.

After a while, Ye Nianmo took a step back. There was a long gap between them. He looked down at her. "Have a good rest."

Her eyes were misty with tears, and the fear of death in her heart had not yet dissipated. She wanted Ye Nianmo to comfort herself, to find a warm embrace, to see worry, anxiety, and even anger on his face, but there was nothing. His embrace was cold and stiff, and his expression was indifferent and distant. He only had one word, and that was to let himself rest well.

She suddenly wanted to laugh, because a child really made her fully understand that for Ye Nianmo, when he likes you, he can hold you in his heart, and when he doesn't like you, he won't frown even if you die.

"I see. Fortunately, I was in a hurry for the wedding." Ao Xue covered her face with icing and smiled sweetly....

Ye Nianmo nodded and walked out. Xu Haoran looked at their interaction and sighed. "Child, will you really be happy to be married?"

Ao Xue was lying on the bed. She closed her eyes and covered the light, but could not cover her tears. In the misty eyes, her lips parted slightly. "You must marry!"

In the other room, Ye Chuqing stared out of the window at a leafless sycamore tree. The tree was bare and its brown branches were waving in the wind. There was a small bird's nest at the branch of the dead branch. The bird's nest had been abandoned for a long time.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around. "Is she okay?"

Ye Nianmo nodded. "Good."

He shifted his gaze back to the window and said, "I want her to die with me, so you lose all your resistance, but I can't get past my level."

Ye Nianmo followed his gaze and his gaze fell on the abandoned bird's nest outside the window. After a long time, he said softly, "Yiyi will perform tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Ye Chuyun's heart was filled with melancholy. She was performing tomorrow, and he was getting married the day after tomorrow. "You're not going, are you?" He looked at him with a cold tone.

Ye Nianmo frowned, turned around and said, "Take care of yourself."

"Ye Nianmo," he stopped him. "I always thought that if she knew all this, then I would take her away. I was wrong. If she knew all this, she would leave on her own."

"I won't let her go." Ye Nianmo did not look back, his back was straight, and his words revealed a sense of firmness, as if he was answering, more like he was talking to himself.

Outside the door, ye bo stood up straight. "The invitation has been sent out."

He nodded and said nothing more. Once something was decided, there was no way to stop it.

Everyone was ready for the spring show, and the dressing room was very busy. Ding Yiyi sat by and looked at the european and american models, sighing in his heart that he really couldn't enjoy this special beauty.

Elaine walked over, and Ding Yiyi looked at him cautiously. He shrugged. "Don't be nervous. I'm interested in you, but I don't have the habit of molesting in public."

Ding Yiyi was still very vigilant, almost missing the words' I don't believe'.

Elaine suddenly leaned closer to him. The freckles on the bridge of his nose could be seen clearly. He looked into her dark eyes. "Would you like to come to me?"

What? Ding Yiyi was dumbfounded. What happened? She quickly came to her senses. "What tricks do you want to play again?"

"Hahaha." Elaine straightened up and laughed. A tall model with a hot figure walked up to him. When the model saw Elaine, her eyes lit up and she twisted her waist to walk towards him.

Elaine wrapped his arms around the woman's waist and lowered his head to meet Ding Yiyi's eyes. He smiled and hugged her tightly. He never looked at Ding Yiyi again and turned around to leave.

At the staircase, the foreign woman anxiously stroked his muscular body hidden under his shirt. Her fingers, painted with red nail polish, slowly reached under his shirt, but he grabbed them with one hand.

"I'm sorry, sanna. I'm out of love today. I can't stand it." Elaine smiled and looked at the woman cutting herself up. She twisted her high heels and left hatefully.

He took out his cigarette and touched it in his pocket. Suddenly, he remembered that the lighter was still in Ding Yiyi's room. After a while, he cursed and turned around to hit the wall. At that moment, the phone in his pocket rang and picked up the phone. His face became darker and darker.

Ding Yiyi watched in surprise as Elaine strode backstage. A few staff members discussed nervously for a while, and some models who knew about it even asked, "Alin won't do anything."

The warm backstage atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Qiubai approached her and whispered, "The designer of this brand is a weirdo. There's been a scene change in the middle of the stage and he refused to start the show. He lost millions just that time. This time, it seems that something is wrong."

Ding Yiyi was shocked. "What's wrong?" Qiubai frowned. "I heard it was a matching necklace, so the old man didn't want to start the show."

"This is too determined." Ding Yiyi said in disbelief that the entire show was canceled because one of the accessories was not ready.

Qiubai shook his head helplessly, and the scene was gloomy. Ding Yiyi looked at everyone's sad faces and decided to go backstage.

The show was held on the top floor of the hotel. The high floor made her feel a little scared. She walked around and unknowingly came to the room she had accidentally entered that night.

Before she could enter, she heard something fall to the ground. She thought that her grandfather had fallen, so she opened the door hurriedly and stared at the old man who was throwing something for a while.

"How could it be you?" The old man looked at her outfit and frowned. "You're on the show tonight too?"

Ding Yiyi thought to herself that the old man was really too hot-tempered. She bent down and picked up the old man's clothes, which were scattered all over the place. She looked up and saw a red dress hanging in the middle of the room.

The red dress was very long, and the waistline was inlaid with layers of green gemstones. The gemstones shone brightly in the light and looked very bright.

"Why are you still here? Get out of here!" The crutch in the old man's hand banged on the floor. Ding Yiyi looked at him in surprise. Just now, she saw the letter' Alin' engraved on the clothes rack.

"Are you Mr. Alin?" Ding Yiyi said in disbelief. The old man glanced at her and said nothing.

Ding Yiyi paused and said, "I don't think it's right for you to just cancel a show."

"What did you say?" The old man was so angry that he raised his walking stick in his hand, his eyes widened, and the creases on his head became more obvious.

Ding Yiyi licked her dry lips until the taste buds tasted the lipstick before she suddenly remembered that she had put on makeup. She said bitterly, "Because everyone has worked so hard for this show, it's too headstrong not to say it."

The old man did not lose his temper as expected. He looked at the red dress and said with a hint of melancholy, "At my age, you will start to be reluctant to do it. You just want to do your best." Just as he was about to regain his previous temper, he waved his cane and chased her away. "Hurry up and get out of here. If you have time to chatter, you might as well find a place to stay."

Ding Yiyi was chased to the door by him, and the old man glanced at her, "It's not too late to teach me a lesson if you can find the right accessories for my clothes, little girl!"

"Okay! I'll try!" Ding Yiyi was enraged by his mocking eyes and answered in a fit of anger. The old man was stunned and amused. He waved his hand to let her in again. He wanted to see what this little doll could make.

Ding Yiyi's heart was also in turmoil. She walked back to her clothes, looked carefully, and turned to walk out the door.

The old man thought she was leaving and snorted, but he saw her circling around in the open space, still mumbling something. Then he walked back to the table, picked up his pen and started to draw.

Alin did not expect her to really draw properly, so he simply sat aside and waited to see what she could draw.

Ding Yiyi knew that she had not held a pen for a long time. She thought she would be unfamiliar with it, but she found that the position of holding a brush was so familiar that it only took a few strokes to regain the previous feeling.

Her thoughts were like eagles flying high in the wilderness, waves of thoughts clamoring to come out of her mind, she moved quickly, her mood rising.

In less than an hour, she put down the brush with a snap and hesitated for a moment when she took the painting.

"Bring it over. I'll see what you've drawn after wasting so much time on me." The old man sat very steadily, obviously not giving her a chance to back off.