The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan swallowed the remaining half of the yawn, and his face turned red as he was caught like a thief.

Habitually, she bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I won't do this again."

Her small flushed face, uneasy eyes, her broad maid uniform, and two semicircles of snow white could be seen at the collar. The way he looked at it made the man want to protect him and bully him.

Ye Zimo stared straight into her eyes, and she heard her heart beat with fear, especially loud.

She lowered her head to avoid his strange eyes. He extended his hand a little towards her, then clenched his fist, withdrew it, then pursed his lips and turned away.

Leaving right now?

She thought he would make things difficult for her, or ask her to follow the room to work or something.

He didn't say anything. It was a blessing.

After he left, Xia Yihan took a deep breath and prayed in his heart: Little Soldier, please help me, let Yelishizhang come here early.

She settled down and continued to wipe the floor until there was no dust on the white rag.

The security guard on duty went to lock the door and yawned back to sleep.

Xia Yihan guessed that Ye Zimo must be asleep too, so he went to the bathroom quietly and took out all the hidden rags and needles and laid them on the floor.

Fortunately, they were in a hurry, and the cloth was not cut into very small pieces, but rather large pieces.

She separated the rags into two skirts, put one of them together, and began to sew.

The project was huge and she knew very well that if the stitches looked obvious, the butler would find fault too, so the stitches were extremely small.

She was glad that she had done this when she was a child and was still very skilled. But the main lights in the hall had been turned off, and the lights were a little dim at this time. She could not see clearly, so it became difficult.

I don't know how long after that, her drowsiness got heavier and heavier, supporting her stiff eyelids, and the needles stuck into her hands many times.

It hurts so much that it clears up a little.

After taking a shower and reading a book, Ye Zimo turned on the computer in the room, clicked on the surveillance footage in the hall, and his eyes fell heavily on Xia Yihan, who was sitting on the floor.

It was a little dark, and he couldn't see what she was doing. He looked closely at the screen and when he saw that she was sewing, his eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.

Just then, Xia Yihan was sleepy again, and the tip of the needle pierced her thumb without any bias. The sharp pain woke her up completely.

She pinched her fingertips with all her might, blood oozing out of them, and tears began to flow out without her knowing it.

The night was so deep, maybe only then could she let herself cry.

She had endured it for so long that she could not hold back her tears as soon as they were released. She didn't dare to make a sound, so she bit her lips and let her tears run and flow.

Ye Zimo stared blankly at the screen, his eyes becoming complicated.

His fists gradually clenched, clenched, and loosened.

Picking up the phone on the coffee table, he skillfully dialed a few numbers, and the butler's respectful voice quickly came from there.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Our Ye family is so poor that we need servants to mend our own clothes?" He asked in a cold voice.

The housekeeper was already in a daze and was a little confused.

"Mr. Ye, I don't understand."

"Now you hear me clearly! Make two new uniforms for Xia Yihan tomorrow. She can wear anything before the uniform comes out."

Xia Yihan cried for a while, put down everything in his hands, went to the bathroom to wash his cold face and all his tears.

"Han han, don't cry. I'm by your side." She seemed to hear Mo Xiaojun's voice, far away from her, but also close to her.

Ever since she was a child, he would always coax her like this and help her dry her tears and pat her on the back to comfort her.

Looking into the mirror, she curled her lips and said softly, "Little Soldier, I won't cry. Don't worry, han han won't cry in the future."

Thinking about Mo Xiaojun, it was as if all the grievances and fatigue had disappeared.

Back in the hall, she sat on the floor and continued to sew up the first dress. By the time it was done, it was already dawn.

When Ye Zimo got up and walked past the hall, she saw that xia Yihan was asleep leaning against the wall with the rags of the second dress in her hands.

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face. In his dream, she frowned as if she was sleeping unsteadily. He squatted down and quietly picked up the dress she had sewn up on the floor. He looked at the stitches carefully. He was really attentive. Many places could not be seen without looking carefully.

She was afraid of being punished by the housekeeper, so she needed to be so serious?

He didn't know why, but he stood up with the dress, went back to the bedroom, and hung it in the closet in his bedroom.

When Xia Yihan woke up, ye mo had already gone to the gym.

She had wanted to wear the dress she had sewn, but she only saw a pile of rags by her hand, and the intact dress disappeared.

When she wanted to continue searching, the housekeeper sent someone to ask her to work at the gym. She had to tell them to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.

When the butler saw Xia Yihan, his eyes flashed with displeasure. He figured it out. It must be Xia Yihan who sewed the clothes.

Before she entered the house, the crown prince rarely lost his temper with him. Ever since she came, he had been cursed several times a day.

He really tried his best to drive her out, but she was not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, and no tricks were of any use to her.

The crown prince seemed to hate her on the surface, and occasionally seemed to care about her existence, so he did not dare to put too much weight on her.

Ye Zimo ran, expanded his chest, and did push-ups. After more than an hour of exercise, the towel that wiped his sweat was still Fang Lina's. He didn't look at Xia Yihan from the beginning to the end.

Xia Yihan lowered her head obediently, thinking about her missing dress.

After breakfast, Ye Zimo went out. The housekeeper called Xia Yihan aside and said to her with a dark face, "The tailor will make you two new uniforms today. Before the uniform comes out, you can wear your own clothes and return the others'! You have ten minutes to get back here!"

Thank you! Thank you!" Xia Yihan thanked her repeatedly and was flattered by this sudden tolerance.

The butler glanced at her impatiently and walked away.

Xia Yihan hurried back to her room, quickly put on her long white dress, and then walked back.

As he was walking, he saw Zheng Hao walking towards him.

She seemed to have found the answer to her puzzling question. He was the butler's nephew, and only he could sway the butler's decision.

"Xia Yihan!" Zheng Hao cheerfully called out her name, and Xia Yihan, with a smile on his face, sincerely said to him, "Thank you so much. Thank you for pleading with your uncle for me!"

Zheng Hao's face was confused and he asked her, "What kind of favor?"