The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

The sound of walking came from inside the door, followed by Ding Dacheng's voice. "Sis, I'm going to find someone to play chess. Remember to leave me some food when you go down to the square dance!"

He opened the door and shouted happily when he saw Ding Yiyi. "Yiyi!"

When the dining table was set up in the living room, Ding Dacheng was so happy that he kept adding soy milk to ding yiyi's bowl. "Why don't you come over after breakfast?"

"I missed you." Ding Yiyi said as he drank his soy milk.

Ding Meirong took the side dishes to the table and wiped his apron. "Your father missed you too. He was still nagging yesterday if he wanted to see you."

"By the way, why didn't you bring the Cheng Bao along?" Ding Dacheng asked.

Ding Yiyi's face darkened, and he didn't say anything about the Cheng Bao's death several times. Ye Nianmo said from the side, "I'll take it out and lose it."

"Why did you lose it!" Ding Dacheng looked at him discontentedly, his tone full of reproach.

Ye Nianmo didn't change his face. "Lost it."

After a long time, ding dacheng muttered, "I don't think the Cheng Bao will lose that size."

Ding Yiyi held back her tears and nodded. The meal was over. Ding Dacheng took the fishing rod and said, "Let's go fishing with your dad!"

"Dad, I'm not going. I still have work to go back to Dongjiang city." Ding Yiyi said in a hurry and turned to leave.

Ding Dacheng stood there in frustration and mumbled, "Why are you leaving as soon as you get back?"

Ding Meirong was about to enter when he heard the words, "That means your daughter loves you! Why are you muttering about taking a day off so busy to visit you?"

Hearing her say this, Ding Dacheng was happy again. How long had it been in the united states before Ding Meirong ran out with an envelope in his hand? "I found this under the table. I weighed it as if it was money."

Ding Dacheng opened it. Sure enough, there was a neat amount of money inside. He roughly counted it to be more than ten thousand. "Is this going to be returned? Later, people think we are greedy."

Ding Meirong looked at him worriedly. Ding Dacheng thought for a moment, "Don't move, lest we say we won't give him face. Yiyi is not easy to explain. Just put it away and give it to her later when we have a chance."

Back at the Ye family, the housekeeper stood by and looked at Ding Yiyi apologetically. She smiled and shook her head at him, indicating that she was fine. Yebo sent Ding Yiyi back to his room and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Miss Yiyi, don't blame the young master."

"I don't blame him." Ding Yiyi opened the window and took a deep breath of air. Yebo moved her lips and closed the door for her without saying anything.

Ding Yiyi was very tired. She was exhausted from the intense tension of the night and fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

At Ye group, Ye Nianmo, who had also been up all night, listened attentively to the reports of the other executives. "The jewelry designed by miss Ding Yiyi is not selling well. It's not as good as the designer xia from the same showcase. Even some of the lesser designers didn't catch up. This quarter's sales are at the bottom."

The sales manager read with trepidation, afraid that what he said would make Young master ye angry, but the sales were the lowest in the best position, and he really couldn't stand it.

Ye Nianmo's long, slender fingers tapped on the table. "I see. Well done."

How could he not praise him?! The sales manager was a little surprised and then sat down. After the meeting, Ye Nianmo's exhaustion was revealed. He wiped his face, reopened the folder, took out the sales plan for Ding Yiyi's products, and read it line by line.

The secretary walked in. "Ye Boss, Mr. Xu is here."

In the office, Xu Haoran had a slight smile on his face. His hair was much whiter and he was wearing a uniform. "Nian Mo!"

The two of them hugged each other affectionately. Ye Nianmo asked, "Why did you come back without saying anything? I'll pick you up."

"No, I'll be leaving soon. Shall I have a cup of tea with uncle Xu?" Xu Haoran took the lead and Ye Nianmo said behind him, "Are you a lobbyist brought by Ye Chuyun?"

Xu Haoran turned around and sighed. "I didn't want to come," he paused and continued, "I owe that child a lot. I ignored her before, and I selfishly asked her to leave you in order for you to be with Ao Xue. But now she's not happy with you, so I want to take him away."

"Bang!" Ye Nianmo punched the table, which made a loud noise and cracked the surface of the glass. "Why?" He lowered his voice. "The people I care about the most are forcing me to make a decision. Who's the next lobbyist? Chu Qing or Zhuo Xuan?"

Xu Haoran looked at the child who had grown taller than himself and said in a sentimental tone, "We didn't accept Chu Yun's entrustment, but because we are all people who have been there and know that the way your lover is wrong, we don't want you to end up hating each other."

Ye Nianmo was silent. He spoke slowly. "Nian Mo, let go. Let me take her away."

"Absolutely not." Ye Nianmo clenched his teeth and said word by word. His eyes were as sharp as a dying animal.

Xu Haoran said slowly, "Can't even uncle Xu beg you?"

"Uncle Xu, don't force me!" He looked at his greyish hair, his cloudy left eye, and his heart ached. There was a kind of pain in the world that was not caused by love, but it could also make people twitch in pain.

After a long time, Xu Haoran sighed. Today, he just came with the attitude of trying. He knew that it was almost impossible to persuade him, just like Xia Yihan.

The door was gently closed, and Ye Nianmo suddenly punched the table. The cracked table made a cracking sound. He fell back into his chair, feeling very sad.

He let uncle Xu's mother down again. The two people who swore to protect each other were hurt by him in the end. Why couldn't his love be blessed by everyone? Is it true that he and Ding Yiyi can't be together?

The more he missed him, the more he got up, grabbed his coat and rushed out. Ye family, the butler was surprised to see the young master return at this time.

Ye Nianmo walked to the door of Ding Yiyi's room. The door was ajar, and he slowed down. It was quiet in the living room. The lilies that had just been changed were still soaked in dew and gave off a faint fragrance. There was a cup of coffee on the table and a faint coffee stain on the mouth of the cup.

He walked into the room and the quilt puffed up on the bed. He walked around the edge of the bed and came to her, then stood there in a daze.

She was crying! He looked at the glistening tears sliding down her tightly closed eyes and down her nose. She sobbed in pain and pursed her lips tightly.

She seemed to be having some kind of nightmare. Tears were streaming down her face, and it was heartbreaking. He wanted to take a step forward to wipe away her tears and help her get rid of her sadness and nightmares. Before her hand touched her, she subconsciously waved her arm and mumbled, "Let me go, please let me go."

His hands were no longer able to move forward in mid-air, and he maintained a slight stoop. It turned out that in her dream, he was the one who scared her.

He moved closer and put his finger on her cheek to catch her tears. "Don't cry," he whispered, wiping away her tears.

In her sleep, she cried more and more fiercely. Her eyes were wet with tears, and he could not wipe them clean. After a long time, a heavy sigh came from the air.

Ding Yiyi frowned, her tiny nose twitched, and she struggled to wake up when she felt the moisture on her lips.

There was no one in the room. She wiped away her tears and sat in a daze. There were so many dreams that she was scared. She dreamed of the Cheng Bao looking at her alone, of her father dying one day, and of Ye Nianmo becoming a ferocious monster that imprisoned her.

So scared, so lonely, she curled up and comforted herself alone. After some time, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang, and she moved her stiff body to take the phone.

"Yiyi is me." There was a hint of tension in Xu Haoran's voice.

Ding Yiyi dried her tears. "Hello."

Xu Haoran was stunned by the polite and distant words, but he was more concerned about the choking tone. "Are you crying?"

Ding Yiyi didn't want him to see his weakness. "I'm not crying, I just have a cold."

Xu Haoran didn't believe it, which meant that she was really wronged in the Ye family. He was heartbroken. "Don't worry, dad will definitely take you out of the Ye family."

Hanging up the phone, Ding Yiyi buried her head back in the pillow, her stomach rumbling, so she had to clean up and go downstairs.

The old lady and Ao Xue had not returned yet, and there was only the butler in the living room. When he saw her, the butler's eyes, which had clearly cried, only paused, "I just wanted Dou Dou to call you."

Ding Yiyi nodded and sat down. She began to eat the porridge bit by bit. As soon as the porridge entered her mouth, she felt something was wrong. After another taste, she was sure.

This is what Ye Nianmo made. Porridge is a familiar taste, but she did not explain it. She just drank it lightly, her stomach was warm, but her heart was still cold.

It was not until she had finished eating the porridge that the butler opened his mouth again. "Miss Ding Yiyi, the young master has set you free."

"What?" She looked up in confusion and felt that she had heard wrong.

The butler added, "Young master wants you to move out of the Ye family today."

A long, long time later, Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo had described the feeling of hearing that sentence. It was a feeling of panic between relief and falling into a deeper abyss. The air seemed to have frozen. The eardrums were buzzing. There were no thoughts, no thoughts.

"I... Can go now?" She hesitated, her eyes filled with confusion.

The housekeeper patted her on the shoulder. "Miss Yiyi, you're free."

When she returned to her room, she packed her things slowly. The doubts in her heart did not linger for long, as long as the result was as she wished.