The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

"Okay, Wine." Xia Yihan always kept a low profile, and Fu Fengyi specifically told her to keep a low profile. She didn't want to embarrass Song Wanting in this way.

Although she knew in her heart that Yu Shanshan was going to poison her this time, Song Wanting might be involved. But isn't she fine now? It was still the same sentence, "If you do something wrong, you will die. You don't need her to be mean, and you don't need her to make things difficult for you."

Wine was very ashamed of Xia Yihan in the rose incident last time. She also learned some lessons. Xia Yihan stopped her and she stopped talking.

On the way, ye mo didn't care about Xia Yihan. After all, he accompanied his mother to offer incense. He didn't want to make her unhappy.

It was just an occasional look back at her that made Xia Yihan realize that she was in his eyes. She was afraid that she would get lost, that she would not follow, and that she would understand even if he did not say a word.

Another advantage of walking behind was that she could see his straight back without any scruples.

Occasionally, her mind would even recall the love in the morning. Even if no one knew, her face would still blush unconsciously.

Halfway up the mountain, Fu Fengyi was going to the bathroom. In order to show off in front of her, Song Wanting rushed forward and said to her, "Auntie, I'll go with you."

"Okay." As soon as Fu Fengyi and Song Wanting left, Wine scolded Xia Yihan, "I said, classmate Yihan, why don't you know to fight for it? Show your wife that you can be a good daughter-in-law too."

"I'm not qualified, Wine. Miss Song will do it. Madam will like it. If I do it, she won't accept it."

"What are you two whispering about?" Ye Zimo's cool voice sounded behind them, and Xia Yihan's heart couldn't help but tremble. It was only then that she realized how eager she was to speak to him alone in the morning.

"Wine, don't you have to go to the bathroom?" Ye Zimo asked with a straight face. Both of Wine's dimples showed up and he quickly said with a laugh, "Can I not stand in the way here? Prince, but you don't have to send me to the bathroom. I don't like the smell."

Ye Zimo frowned and smoked, but did not speak. He watched Wine run away.

He and Xia Yihan were the only ones left who hadn't taken a good look at this little thing all morning.

He raised her chin with a finger, as if this was the only way he could prove that he had this condescending authority over her.

Xia Yihan was shy and instinctively wanted to look down, but at the same time wanted to look him in the eye.

After climbing the mountain for almost the whole morning, Xia Yihan's face was very red, his body was also slightly sweaty, and even a strand of hair touched his forehead.

Ye Zimo gently picked up the wisp of green silk and moved gently.

"I just exercised this morning. Can I keep up with my strength?" He asked so naturally, and she listened so unnaturally.

"No, no problem." She replied dully, provoking someone ye to suddenly feel proud.

"You have such good stamina? Let's continue tonight." He teased her with a serious look on his face, but Xia Yihan was really scared. His little face fell down and he begged him in a low voice, "Mr. Ye, my legs are a little shaky. Can you..."

"No!" He smiled evilly, then lowered his head and pecked at her mouth.

"Cough!" Fu Fengyi's cough sounded not far away, and Xia Yihan jumped away almost immediately. Ye mo's expression was very logical and did not panic at all.

"Mom, it's so fast."

Looking at Song Wanting again, his face was really ugly, but he stood there with a forced smile, which was uglier than crying.

Wine watched from afar as Feng Yi and Song Wanting returned. She ran back herself and the group continued on their way.

At the top of the mountain, Fu Fengyi led a few people to worship. Ye Zimo knew her mother's habits and gave money to her mother to do good deeds in the temple.

At noon, she was going to eat vegetarian food in the temple. After Fu Fengyi finished his meritorious deeds, he discussed buddhism with his master in the temple. Several young people were sent out by her to take a stroll.

"Yihan, I heard there is a small temple in front of us. The marriage is the most accurate there. Shall we go and beg?" Wine suggested.

Seeing that Xia Yihan and ye mo were in love, she was a little anxious about her marriage.

The marriage contract... These three words were heavy. If it had been in the past, Xia Yihan might have asked for it, but she could not go now. The only man she had ever sworn to was no longer there. Who was she begging for? Begging for Ye Zimo? That was absolutely not possible. Such feelings would not be blessed by themselves. She had a self-awareness and could not have excessive expectations.

"You go ahead. I'll wait for you here. I don't believe that." Xia Yihan whispered.

"Since you're here, let's go together!" Ye Zimo's voice was a little cold. He had actually sensed Xia Yihan's thoughts and could not help but feel jealous.

"Okay!" Xia Yihan agreed obediently and was dragged by the wine towards the small temple.

Song Wanting was the only one left standing there without anyone calling her. She was indeed a little lonely.

"Wanting, follow me." When ye mo called out to her once in a while, Song Wanting looked at him gratefully and followed her happily.

A few people entered the small temple. There was only a wrinkled old monk in the temple, but he had a kind face and seemed to have seen through the world.

Although a few young people all looked very good looking and had first-class temperament, in his opinion, all beings were equal.

"Amitabha!" The old monk got up and greeted them and saluted them.

Ye Zimo was usually even colder, but he still respected him when he arrived at the temple, so he returned the old monk's salute with a few other women.

After returning the gift, the eager Wine clamoured to ask for a autograph. When she got here, there would be no more nobility or lowliness. She no longer respectfully asked Ye Zimo and the others to beg first.

Ye mo and xia Yihan looked at each other and shook their heads, finding Wine's eager behavior amusing and cute.

Wine knelt down on the futon with great seriousness. Following the old monk's instructions, he bowed and then shook the cylinder of his signature.

After picking it up and handing it to her master, Wine was waiting devoutly. She was very convinced, as if the result of waiting was really the reading of her fate.

The old monk picked up his signature and asked softly, "What do you want, female monk?"

Wine blushed, but said bravely, "Master, I want to get married. I don't have a boyfriend yet. I just want to know what kind of boyfriend I will find and when my fate will come."

The old monk nodded and recited her signature. The contents were: there was no doubt about her future, but who knew about the jade hidden in the stone? After a good craftsman dissected it clearly, he realized that An Ran was in the jade age.

This sign was also very easy to understand from the literal meaning. The old monk smiled and said to Wine, "Congratulations to the female resident. It's the first sign. The female resident's marriage has been decided. She must be a good person. You have the image of wealth and wealth. It's a long way off, but the result will be good."

Wine touched his face and it was burning. Was she rich and rich? In ancient times, she was a little girl, and she did not ask to marry any rich and handsome, but she was willing to be wholehearted, and her white head was inseparable.

No matter what, she was certainly very happy to get the upper hand.

She finished smoking by herself, thanked her master, donated a little incense money, and pulled Xia Yihan to beg her, saying that the signature here was very, very smart.

Xia Yihan was afraid that Ye Zimo would be angry. Besides, she had been worried about Mo Xiaojun for a long time and wanted to know the result. Even if it was a signed result, she wanted to give herself a psychological comfort.

She knelt down devoutly, and as she shook the cylinder, Ye Zimo's eyes were fixed on her tiny back.

Only then did he realize that he was so concerned about her fate, even though he might have secretly thought that her fate must be tied to him for the rest of her life.

Xia Yihan closed his eyes and shook them, trying to tell himself in his heart that I only care about when Little Soldier's problem will be solved completely. Unfortunately, there was no peace in her mind. One moment she was thinking about Mo Xiaojun, the next moment Ye Zimo's image jumped into her mind, and she couldn't get out of it.

Perhaps she was too conflicted and too absorbed. She shook the lot more violently than wine, and a stick almost leaped out of the barrel.

Xia Yihan put down the cylinder, picked it up, and respectfully handed it to the old monk.

"What do you want, lady?"

Xia Yihan thought for a while. She couldn't ask for marriage. She could only ask for something. Ye Zimo knew what she was asking for and would be unhappy.

In the end, she said, "Master, I want to take a look at everything."

"Mmm!"

The old monk nodded and then looked down at the sign in his hand.

He looked at it, as if he could not believe his dazed eyes, and then confirmed it again. It was indeed the sign that no one had drawn in decades. What a surprise!

The old monk looked at the sign, but he did not read it as he did for Wine. Instead, he looked at Xia Yihan with an incredulous expression and looked at her carefully, which made her nervous.

Even ye mo felt that the old monk's behavior was a little abnormal and inexplicably affected his nerves.

"Lady, take a look at this sign for yourself!" As he spoke, the old monk handed the signature to Xia Yihan very seriously and examined her face carefully again.

"Master, may I see her signature?" Ye Zimo asked respectfully.

"If the lady is willing."

So Xia Yihan's signature, before he could look at it, was in Ye Zimo's hand. Ye Zimo fixed his eyes and frowned.

The signature read the following lines.

It was written on the signature: to create a good relationship between heaven and earth, when the auspicious day is good, everything is complete.

The reason Ye Zimo frowned was because he was wondering if this marriage between heaven and earth meant that she and Ye Zimo, or... And everything was fine when the sun was right. If they were talking about it, they didn't look like each other.

Especially in the last sentence, the emperor declared that she was a girl, how could she have the life of an emperor? Even if he was his wife, he wouldn't be king. If she really became king, would he have to bow to her?

Ye mo would not be controlled by a woman!

Xia Yihan didn't know what she had hit, but Ye Zimo's face was stinky and she felt like it wasn't a good thing.

"Mr. Ye, can you return the signature to me?" Xia Yihan asked him carefully and quietly.

The old monk could not help but look at xia Yihan's face and then at Ye Zimo's. His heart could not help but sigh. The fate of these two people... Alas, good is good, but more suffering than the previous female scholar.

The lives of these two people were very strong, and their origins and personalities were not comparable to ordinary people. Whether they could reach the last step really depended on their cultivation.

Ye Zimo was still looking at the signature with a frown. After reading it over and over again, Xia Yihan was worried that he was getting angrier as he looked at it. He said again, "Mr. Ye, can you return the signature to me?"

Wine and Song Wanting stood near them, curious about what was written on the seal.

Wine was still thinking to himself, this crown prince is really overbearing, the people who control others, even their signatures belong to him? Xia Yihan didn't even look at it herself, so she held it and didn't let go. She was so anxious to see it.

Ye mo glanced at Xia Yihan a few times and then raised her mouth slightly. Without saying anything, she put her stick back into the cylinder.

After one round of signing, the barrel was integrated into all the lots, and it was hard to find which one had just been drawn.

Wine's mouth was round with surprise, and Xia Yihan himself was a little curious about what kind of signature it was that made Ye Zimo act so strange. However, she was also indifferent to these things, thinking that even if it was true, some things might have already been predestined, and knew or did not know what to do.

Ye was too proud to let Xia Yihan see her life contract.

Now the relationship between the two seemed to be dominated by him, and she was obedient. In fact, he was more concerned about her, and she cared less about her. He cared too much about the fact that one day he would become a slave to a woman like Lin Dahui.

Putting the signature back, as if it was a struggle against fate, did not know that if it was really doomed, would it be possible to avoid putting the signature back?

"Master, you haven't untied Yihan's signature yet. Can you untie it for her?" Wine did not give up and pleaded with the old monk in a low voice.

In fact, Ye Zimo did not want the old monk to say the words of the emperor in Xia Yihan's signature, but since he came here, he had to respect him. If he had to say it, he would not have stopped him.

"This sign..." The old monk pondered for a long time before he said cautiously, "I can't explain the fate of this female resident, monk, and I can't dictate the signature. But since the female resident has asked, monk, I will only talk about the recent fortune of the female resident."

This was something Ye Zimo liked to hear, so he listened to the old monk with some curiosity.

"This autograph is for the blessing of the family home, seeking wealth for itself, in autumn and winter, with great profits. The deal is done. A man of six ranks is born. There are pedestrians. There are six animals and six silkworms. Good for people to see. Good for lawsuits, good for lost property in the northeast, better for illness, and good for graves."

The words of the old monk, some understand, some difficult to understand, but overall, it should be good luck in the near future. It was just the words that made Xia Yihan's heart ache.

The person she was looking for had turned to ashes. How could she have met him?

From this point alone, I'm afraid this signature is not allowed.

But there was still the word "Good luck in court" in the signature, and she secretly prayed that the signature was accurate, so that Mo Xiaojun's case would be settled. As for the recovery of other illnesses, she did not care about a man born in the sixth grade. Her birth control pills, every time after the love had been taken, where did the six jia come from, let alone a boy.

Ye Zimo frowned when he heard the words "A man in six" and couldn't tell if he wanted her to have a man in six or if he wanted her not to have his child.

Song Wanting had a smile on her face all the time. She didn't pay much attention to anything else the old monk said. It was that sentence about a six-year-old man that made her very scared.

She was betting that she wanted to have Ye Zimo's child, but he didn't give her a chance. It was useless for her to plan just like that.

Xia Yihan, on the other hand, was sick and tired of Ye Zimo every day. It was very possible that she had a child. Once she had his child, her status as Song Wanting's fiancee would definitely not be preserved.

But what else could he think of to deal with her?

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten her repentance in the hotel room and Fu Fengyi's advice. She was full of thoughts about her position and could not let Xia Yihan take it away.

"Let's go. Let's go back." Wine listened to xia Yihan's results and didn't want to stay.

Song Wanting looked up at Ye Zimo and asked him softly, "Zi Mo, I want to ask for a signature too, okay?" He looked a little pitiful, and Ye Zimo was a little bit reluctant.

No matter how bad she was, she still had him in her heart, and what she wanted in her heart was probably related to him.

He didn't want to be too heartless with a woman who used to be close to him.

Ye Zimo didn't say anything, so Song Wanting walked to the futon, knelt down, bowed, and shook the cylinder.

She lowered her head and picked up a stick. She looked at it before handing it to the old monk. Knowing that Ye Zimo would not take her autograph, she seemed to have some expectation that he would take her autograph and care about her as much as he cared about Xia Yihan's fate, so she had the action to take a look first.

The old monk took the sign and asked, "What do you want, female monk?"

Song Wanting looked at Ye Zimo with admiration, then whispered with a reddened face, "Master, I beg for marriage. I'm already engaged, and I want to know if I can fix it with my fiance."

Ye Zimo knew that she might be asking for this, but he was still a little annoyed when he heard her say it himself.

He looked at Xia Yihan quietly, her two little hands stirring each other again, seemingly indifferent to Song Wanting's results, but in fact, she was somewhat concerned about it.

To Ye Zimo, it didn't matter what song wanting asked for. His only judgment on her was her character. As a good person, he would not break the engagement, would not abandon her. If she was not a good person, he would let her leave his side.