The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

In this world, probably any woman has more heart than that woman. Even if he just said such a light sentence, there was still a part that was said to make that woman taste. Song Wanting could be so moved.

On the contrary, that damned woman knew that she was too heartless and indifferent to other men when she thought about them.

Mo Xiaonong tried his best to wink at his sister, wanting her to care about Ye Zimo as well as get him some food, but Xia Yihan just pretended not to see it.

It wasn't that she didn't want Ye Zimo to be happy, but it wasn't the right occasion. Fu Fengyi was there to watch. His fiancee could care about him no matter what. It was her turn to be nice.

"Zi Mo, the mid-autumn festival is coming soon. The moon is very bright outside these two days. Shall we go for a walk at night?" Song Wanting asked while the iron was hot.

"Yes." Ye mo snorted and agreed.

After dinner, Song Wanting took Ye Zimo's arm and went out of the main restaurant with him. He went directly to the main house to see the moon.

This made Mo Xiaonong anxious again. When she returned to her room with Xia Yihan, she said to her anxiously, "Did you see that? Brother zimo had gone to see the moon with her, so she couldn't decide what to see at night. You have to hurry up. You know song has tricks. What should I do? I dare not go out!"

"Don't worry, trust me, it's okay." With that, Xia Yihan went straight to the closet, bit his lips and picked out a sexy purple and black nightgown.

Since she couldn't keep his heart, she let him be obsessed with her body.

She bathed herself in the bathtub in the large bathroom of the main house and looked at her body under the clear water. Although her natural condition was not bad from her figure to her skin, she did not have much confidence in whether she could use her body to keep Ye Zimo.

Every time he wanted her to feel pain, he could make her feel pain, make her feel comfortable, or even make her feel uncontrollable, she would scream. He didn't need to say that she had gained that kind of power after experiencing countless women.

He had been through so many women, and he didn't want any of them, so he had seen all kinds of women.

Her only advantage over those women was probably that he still cared about her in his heart, but the advantage was also her disadvantage, because he cared about her, she was more like walking on thin ice.

As if to give himself enough courage, Xia Yihan's hot bath took a long time, and even his body was a little weak, before he came out of the water.

She dried her body, put on a series of sexy clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror. After taking a hot bath, her face was slightly red and her eyes were watery. She thought that men would like women to do this.

When Xia Yihan stood at the door of Ye Zimo's bedroom, he was still a little nervous. He didn't know if there were any other women in his bedroom. He Wen wasn't here tonight, and she didn't know where she was.

Without He Wen, Song Wanting and Fang Lina might be in his room, or there might be a new maid in his room today.

She raised her hand and gently knocked on his door.

"Come in!" Ye Zimo's cold voice sounded inside the door. Xia Yihan took a deep breath and opened the door as if he had made up his mind.

Ye Zimo was sitting at the computer desk at the moment, and he was the only one in the room, which greatly relieved Xia Yihan.

As long as she was alone with him, even if he humiliated her, she could still bear it. She was too afraid that he would make a third woman present.

"Make me a cup of coffee!" Ye Zimo didn't see who it was. He looked down at the document and gave an order.

He was working hard, and how could she feel that she was wearing something like this... Too uncomfortable, as if she was trying to lure him away from his work...

Xia Yihan thought, just as he didn't see her, she should quickly take his cup and leave.

Perhaps even she herself did not realize that she really did not want him to look down on her. Even if she could not say love, perhaps she still hoped to have a better image in his heart, rather than like a fallen woman, only tempting men to sleep.

As if afraid that he would see her and all the courage he had accumulated when he entered the house had gone, Xia Yihan walked lightly to his side and reached for the coffee cup on his table.

"It's you?" Ye Zimo still saw her, and Xia Yihan's hand froze on the coffee cup for a little while before picking it up.

"It's me, Mr. Ye. I'll make you some coffee."

He probably hadn't seen what she was wearing, so she thought, let's run.

Go back to your room and put on an outer condom. Even if the original plan doesn't change, it can't be implemented until he finishes his work.

Her eyes were a little nervous and flustered. Ye Zimo stared at her strange little face. Xia Yihan was afraid that if he looked down again, he would see her thin pajamas.

She took the coffee cup, ran away as if she were in a hurry.

Ye Zimo's puzzled eyes could not help but follow her. When he saw her panicked back, he understood why she had escaped.

She was wearing a purplish-black nightgown with a light texture and a hollow back. Her fair skin was visible through the black mesh.

"Come back! I don't want coffee anymore!"

Ye Zimo's voice came from behind xia Yihan, but he still found it! Naturally, her footsteps stopped, and the coffee cup in her hand unconsciously tightened. She took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards him.

Ye Zimo was still sitting on the leather back chair, looking up and down her face with her lips pressed tightly.

Today, she looked very open, but the complete underwear wrapped in her pajamas betrayed her, from which she could see that she was still shy.

If she removed the lingerie inside, she could see the most beautiful existence of her woman naturally looming in her pajamas. To most men, it must be more flirtatious.

But Ye Zimo was not the majority of men. He never liked women who were too bold and aggressive. Now that she was like this, it seemed as if she had set her mind on seducing him, but she was unconsciously a little shy, just in time to stir up his heart.

He looked at her body with his eyes burning, as if he were evaluating whether she could give him a satisfactory love, which made Xia Yihan blush and blush, and his heart beat faster and faster.

Every step she took towards him, her heart was tormented by a complex thought. Will he be satisfied with her performance today? Will you reconcile with her? Will they order the investigation of Mo Xiaojun's case to continue?

Perhaps it was because of the heavy load that he seemed particularly concerned and nervous.

Ye Zimo's gaze shifted from Xia Yihan's body to her little face again. Without saying a word, he was pondering the reason for her sudden enthusiasm.

Xia Yihan walked up to him and put the coffee cup back on the computer table. He didn't know what to do next.

"What's the matter?" He suddenly asked, and Xia Yihan shook his head. "Nothing."

He stretched out his long, slender fingers and slid them around her chest a little wickedly, asking slowly, "It's okay. Will you be dressed like this?"

"I..." Xia Yihan bit her lip and knew that Ye Zimo was not a person to be fooled. She had to give a reasonable reason.

"I don't want you to be angry anymore. Every time I see you unhappy, I... I will be unhappy too." Despite her embarrassment, Xia Yihan uttered this difficult sentence under Ye Zimo's gaze.

Ye Zimo lifted her chin with his finger, and his eyes met hers. He asked her softly, "Really?"

"Really." Xia Yihan's expression could not be more sincere. Although she approached him this time, and the purpose of seducing him was not very simple, she was not lying. She had always wanted to see him happy. Every time she saw him with a straight face and a slight frown, she had the urge to help him calm down.

His kiss was almost smothered, and before that, he remembered Mo Xiaonong's words: sis, something bad is going on.

"Is there any other reason?" He looked into her eyes again and asked.

"If you want me to say something for a reason, there is one. That is, I don't want to see you unhappy, and I don't want to see the people around us unhappy."

He remained silent, as if probing into the truth and falsity of her words.

"Ye Zimo, can you stop doing this?" Xia Yihan summoned up the courage to call out his name and even put a soft hand on his cheek before continuing, "Be happy!"

Ye Zimo's heart tightened, and his big hand grabbed her small hand, then his slightly cold lips pressed against hers.

She did not know if she had succeeded or not. His movements were not too rough, and he gently sipped her soft lips, occasionally tracing the shape of her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Xia Yihan was moved by this soft, caressing kiss. Not long after, she began to fall into his increasingly passionate kiss.

She did not know how he stood up, how he held her up by his waist, and the moment she left the ground, she felt a strong dizziness.

In a flash, he had already put her on the bed, and he lay beside her, his eyes filled with deep desire, as if he were going to swallow her up.

Every time he looked at her like that, she was afraid and always wanted to back down.

But there was no room for her to escape. His big hand had already lifted her nightgown, and his fiery eyes looked at her from top to bottom.

The color of her underwear was exactly what he liked to see. It was sexy and mysterious, and her beauty loomed in his eyes.

"Is there really nothing going on around you?"

If she had told him that something was wrong and Mo Xiaojun's case seemed to have stopped, she did not know what he would do to her and how angry he would be.

She had just caught a glimpse of the scabbed wound on his hand. She didn't want to see him get angry again and smash things and get hurt. She could only suppress the thought she had told him and gently shake her head. "No, I just miss you... Happy."

"Damn it!" He let out a low curse, and the kiss that covered the whole world suddenly came down.

Without his slow patience, the kiss was heavy this time, as if to brand his own mark on her.

Soon, he kissed her fair skin with dark red hickeys. His big hands tore and tore all her clothes.

Is he angry again? Xia Yihan looked worriedly at his face, unable to see his emotions. His face was calm, even a little cold.

He was like a high and mighty emperor, condescending.

"Don't forget to make a sound." He reminded him indifferently.

...

He wanted to make her addicted, but also to make himself forget for a short time.

In any case, this woman was under him right now, and he was the only one who could do these intimate things to her.

No man could get so close to her, whether it was the living men or the dead Mo Xiaojun.

"You..." Xia Yihan wanted to ask. Was he happy?

He did not stay for another second, and when it was over, he immediately left. Then he grabbed the shirt he had just taken off and threw it at her.

"Wear this and go back to your room!" His voice was still cold.

There was no need to ask. His actions had already given her an answer.

When he was happy, he would leave her to sleep in this bed with great care.

He would even tell the people below that Xia Yihan was too weak to get up and that you had to bring her breakfast.

The warmth seemed to be gone. He seemed to have only a simple desire for her. He enjoyed her body and then let her go without feeling.

Her heart ached uncontrollably, she bit her lips gently, dragged her weak body out of his bed, wrapped it tightly around his big shirt, and left quickly.

This is not a success, is it not a failure? She asked herself bitterly, at least he still wanted her body and did not refuse.

Little Soldier, I've tried my best. Don't worry. We'll take it slow. He'll change. He'll change.

Fortunately, she told Mo Xiaonong the last time she went out to ask her not to lock the door so that she could have a place to go when she came back.

She opened the door and Mo Xiaonong was still playing with his phone. He looked up at her in surprise.

"Sis, why are you back so soon?" Mo xiaonong looked at the time, although it was a very, very long time for a kiss. But in her ideal state, Xia Yihan would sleep in Ye Zimo's room after he was tired.

"Yes, I'm back. Go to bed. I'll take a shower." Xia Yihan tightened the big shirt again, then walked to the side of the closet and picked up any pajamas.

Only then did Mo Xiaonong notice that she was only wearing a shirt that could be used as a skirt. It should be Ye Zimo's.

So her pajamas and everything were ripped off? She seemed to have discovered the new world, her face a little red, and whispered to xia Yihan, "Sister, Brother zimo is so fierce, pajamas, those little things have been torn to pieces for you?"

Xia Yihan's face blushed a little more, and he only whispered softly, "Don't ask questions!"

"It seems to be true! I thought only the man in the novel was so strong, but Brother zimo was already so strong that it would take minutes to tear a piece of cloth. I was just a little surprised that such an elegant man like him was like an animal when he got into bed. Oh, but it's really a fascinating beast... Sis?"

Xia Yihan had already taken her clothes and walked to the door without answering her.

Xia Yihan took a long shower before he left, but this time after, it took longer. She didn't even have the strength to move her hands and feet. She just lay weakly in the bathtub, resting, thinking about how to work hard in the future to make him treat her better.

A man must not only need a woman's body, he probably also needs a woman's gentle care in other aspects.

Just like the last time she made cookies for him, wasn't he happy?

He would want to see her working hard for him, if he really cared about her.

Xia Yihan slept soundly that night because he thought of the direction. In the morning, she got up early. Instead of waking Ye Zimo up for morning exercise as usual, she went straight to the kitchen.

She wanted to make her own breakfast for ye mo and show him what she wanted.

He might not be happy, but she would insist that once, he would think she was fake, twice, three, four... Over time, he would understand that she really wanted him to be happy.

In the Ye family villa, people who work in the kitchen get up early because so many people have breakfast to make.

Sometimes there were different orders, such as what madam liked to eat, and what Ye Zimo liked to eat was different, and occasionally Song Wanting would have a separate request.

Of course, Xia Yihan couldn't do it at a high level, but the things she made tasted good and had a very simple feeling.

This morning, she put a lot of effort into making an omelet.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen, but they were all busy, all quiet, and no one spoke. She saw the master next to her making a very delicate cake, which was golden and golden, and looked very appetizing. While she was doing it, she quietly noticed what the other party was doing.

She thought that if she had the chance in the future, she would also personally make that kind of small cake for ye mo to eat. Would he eat as clean as the cookies she made last time?

Maybe she got up too early. Breakfast was already done, and it wasn't time for Ye Zimo's usual breakfast.

Fortunately, there were many warm boxes in the kitchen, so she carefully put the egg rolls into the boxes and took them back to the main house.

Back at the main house, Mo Xiaonong was still sleeping. She had no idea that ye mo had come to this room after she got up in the morning and went to the kitchen.

He knocked on the door for a long time and Mo Xiaonong didn't wake up. Later, he asked the butler to call mo xiaonong up.

"Get dressed. Mr. Ye has something to tell you." Mo Xiaonong seemed to wake up when he heard a few words from Mr. Ye.

She looked at her pajamas, which were full of underwear, and then went to Ye Zimo's room.

He was wearing a sports suit and sitting on the bed.

"Brother zimo, you're early!" Mo Xiaonong yawned.

"Let me ask you, what's the matter with your sister?" Ye Zimo's face was very serious, and Mo Xiaonong raised his guard and looked at him in confusion.

"It's nothing. Didn't my sister come to your room with you last night... And then she went back. Brother zimo, what happened to you? Why do you seem to be having a fight?"

Ye Zimo had no time or mood to answer her questions. He thought about the woman's behavior last night and stayed up for almost a night.

"You seem to have forgotten. Let me remind you, you said in the hallway yesterday that something big happened. What was it?"