The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

She hesitated and handed the painting over. Alin took a glance at the painting and fell into deep thought. Ding Yiyi looked at him nervously from time to time at his clothes, and from time to time he looked at the paper.

She was so nervous that she forgot to breathe. She just followed his movements mechanically. After a while, the old man lifted the monocle of his left eye and said, "What a terrible painting."

As expected, although Ding Yiyi knew that his painting could not enter his eyes, he still felt very depressed. The old man glanced at her, got up, put the painting on the table, picked up the pen and began to modify the original.

Soon, the old man pressed a walkie-talkie, and soon footsteps came from the door. Elaine pushed the door and entered. "Alin, have you changed your mind?"

He saw Ding Yiyi in the room with his mouth wide open in surprise, looking even a little funny. The old man handed him the processed picture. "Make it for me as soon as possible according to the pattern on it."

Elaine looked down at the drawing. He looked at Alin's design. It was completely different from the drawing in front of him. Although some of the drawings were indeed Alin's, the overall style was unfamiliar, and there was only one other person in the room besides Alin.

Alin looked at him and was so angry that he banged his crutch. "Hurry up! The show is about to start!"

"Yes!" Elaine answered in a hurry and looked at Ding Yiyi with a complicated expression before turning and leaving.

The old man turned to look at Ding Yiyi when he saw him walking away, "There's a bit of spirit. The only thing I admire most in china is Xia Yihan, a jewelry designer. Although you can't even reach her fur, you still have some ideas. What's your name?"

Ding Yiyi was completely immersed in the work she had designed that was valued by a world-class luxury master. She might appear around the model's neck in a while. When she heard Alin ask her, she hurriedly replied, "My name is Ding Yiyi."

Alin frowned. "No."

Ding Yiyi couldn't help but laugh bitterly. She had changed her career before she made a career. It was strange to know her. Before the bitterness in her heart had finished fermenting, the old man handed her a business card. "If you want to continue your career, come to me."

Ding Yiyi was stunned. The business card in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. She could only look at the old man stupidly. Alin waved his crutch discontentedly and began to chase him away. "All right, all right, let's go. Don't waste my time!"

The show went on as planned, and the lights flickered on and off the models, reflecting a beautiful and dreamy feeling. The low music flowed through the intruders' eardrums. There were no crows under the stage, and everyone was intoxicated with the appreciation of beauty.

In the crowd, Ye Chuyun quietly looked at Ding Yiyi, who was different from usual. She was successful. She stood on the international stage and displayed herself. Perhaps not many people here knew him, but as long as they saw her hard work, they knew how difficult today's glory was.

Backstage, Ding Yiyi grabbed both ends of the basin. Her legs were still weak. She was so nervous when she saw the dark crowd on the stage that her heart almost jumped out. Fortunately, she walked through the part she was responsible for safely.

A man came up behind her. She hurriedly stepped aside and saw through the mirror that it was Song Na. Song Na smiled at her, turned on the tap and started washing her hands.

Ding Yiyi smiled back, then turned around and was about to go out when Song Na stopped her. Her brows were slightly furrowed and the pink on them was a little off. "Are you in that relationship with Young master ye?"

She paused. "Why do you ask?"

Song Na bit her lip, unsure whether to say it or not. Someone had leaked a picture of Ding Yiyi and the Ye family's young master together. It looked like they were very close, and Ding Yiyi had been having an affair with movie king An Ran before, which made people think it was a publicity stunt.

"Anything else?" Ding Yiyi saw that she seemed to have something to say, but she tried to suppress it and asked.

Song Na turned off the tap, and the sound of water dripping in the basin made a crisp sound. She shook her head. "It's nothing. It's just gossip. Do you know that Young master ye is getting married tomorrow?"

Ding Yiyi's heart trembled. At that moment, she felt her facial features were all sealed up. Her ears could not be heard, her eyes could not be seen, and only her head was working.

She took two steps back, her back against the cold tiles, and she gave a sharp shock. "What did you say? Say it again."

Song Na looked at her incredulous face and felt a little scared. She moved towards the door. "I heard that he and a female jewelry designer are getting married. I have something else to do, so I left first."

Song Na hurriedly walked out of the door. Ding Yiyi looked at her back in confusion, then turned around in confusion. In the mirror, she was painted with thick makeup, so that her expression was a little ferocious.

Ye nianmo is getting married? Ye nianmo is getting married? Her legs were weak, her mind was confused, and she could not support herself. She slowly sat down against the cold wall.

When Qiubai found her, he was also shocked and rushed into the bathroom. "Why are you sitting there? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Ding Yiyi seemed to be surprised from a dream. She looked at her and said word for word, "You know, right?"

"What do you know?" Qiubai was confused and her heart skipped a beat as she looked at her soulless eyes.

Ding Yiyi held her arm tightly, her nails almost sticking into her skin. "Ye Nianmo and aoxue are getting married, aren't they?"

Qiubai looked at her with a complicated expression. She felt that her head weighed a thousand pounds. She didn't want to hurt the woman in front of her, but she couldn't keep her from being hurt.

"Yiyi, listen to me. Young master ye should have his own intentions. He's not getting married, he's just getting engaged." Qiubai said with difficulty, trying to minimize the damage.

Ding Yiyi lowered her head, tears covering her eyes, and her eyelids fainted, making her facial features a little funny. She lowered her head and cried silently.

Qiubai didn't know how to comfort her. She patted her on the shoulder and said, "Take it easy."

"I'll go find her!" Ding Yiyi huo stood up. She took off her high heels and ran out with firm eyes. Qiubai was so anxious that he took out his phone.

Di hao hotel was not open to anyone on the fifth floor today, and a few people who knew about the situation knew that the good news was approaching at the Di hao hotel today, and the only people invited were some tycoons from political and business circles. The hotel parking lot was filled with luxury cars that showed just how wide the connections behind the closed wedding were.

Xia Yihan looked at Ao Xue, who was dressed so sweetly in the mirror, and sighed, "Because time is running out and you're pregnant again, there's no way to find a better place overseas. This engagement has wronged you. We'll see where we're going when we get married."

"Aunt Xia, I'm very happy to be engaged to nianmo. I don't care where I am, as long as I'm with him." Ao Xue gently touched her belly, which was becoming more and more obvious under the layers of wedding dress, and smiled sweetly.

Xu Haoran smiled and said, "Why is it called aunt Xia?"

Aoxue was stunned. It took a long time before she cheerfully shouted, "Mom!"

Xia Yihan patted her shoulder lovingly and suddenly said as if she remembered something, "By the way, yiyi, isn't your mother coming either?"

Ao Xue's face was a little stiff, and she pulled out a smile. "Mom just couldn't make it back from abroad. It's just an engagement. It's the same."

Xia Yihan nodded, spoke to her again, and then left the house. Outside the door was a joyous atmosphere, and the wind blew past Xia Yihan's ear, lifting a strand of her hair.

There was a steady pace behind her. She did not turn back and naturally shrank into the man's warm embrace. Leaf kissed her hair with ink and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Xia Yihan shook her head. She turned and looked at him deeply. They were old. He had white hair. She had wrinkles. She could feel the passage of time. She was old. But miraculously, she was not afraid.

When you know that there is someone on the road of life who will accompany you, accompany you to your old age, accompany you indifferently, then perhaps old age is not a torture, but a natural, even a happy state.

"Thank you." Xia Yihan's voice was a little choked up. She wanted to say too much. She brushed her hair behind her ear with one hand and Ye Zimo said in a spoiled tone, "I'll go abroad with you after today."

The two of them were whispering. Xia Yihan's phone rang. It was a text message from Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing. It said that they had found a specialist in heart disease in canada. They couldn't make it. They could only send a message to Ye Nianmo.

Xia Yihan sighed. "I hope Chu Yun can survive this time."

Seeing that she was not in a good mood, ye yemo said quietly, "Is Wine here yet?"

When it came to Wine, Xia Yihan was a little more emotional. "Nian Mo said he was notified. Ming Yao should be coming too."

Yan family

Wine's sleeping son sighed. She used to think that her son liked that little girl Ao Xue, but she hadn't heard him mention her recently. She didn't expect that little girl to be engaged to Ye Nianmo now. Although she didn't like that girl, it was family business after all.

"Son, son, wake up." As soon as Wine got closer, she smelled alcohol coming from her face. She frowned. She didn't know what was going on recently. This smelly old man liked to drink.

"Mom, let me sleep a little longer." Yan Mingyao covered his head with the quilt. His head was heavy. In his dream, he went back to that afternoon. Ao Xue finally promised to come out with him to play.

The two little brats jumped over the wall at the school gate. He was a little scared. Ao Xue looked at him with disdain. "You're so timid."

As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and muttered, "I'll pull you down. That's enough."