The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan held Wine's hand and tried to persuade her with a smile, "It's okay. It looks scary. The wound is actually very shallow. It will heal soon."

"Yihan!"

"Where do you come from? Stand still!" The housekeeper walked up to Wine and shouted at her.

"Go!" Xia Yihan said softly.

"Yihan, go wash your hands. Don't keep Mr. Ye waiting."

The housekeeper was very polite to xia Yihan in front of Ye Zimo. The injury on her wrist relieved him a lot, but he would be happier if she died.

Her injuries were so severe that the crown prince did not even allow her to be bandaged, which meant that she was not necessarily important to him.

No matter what, he won't step on the thunder anymore.

"Yes!" Xia Yihan went back to her and Zhao Tianai's room and gritted her teeth at the tap to clean the wound. Fortunately, it was no longer bleeding.

She had no other clothes to change, and just as her uniform had come out, she put on a fitting uniform dress and returned to the hall.

Ye Zimo was reading the newspaper again, waiting for the housekeeper to respectfully say, "Mr. Ye, Xia Yihan has arrived." He then raised his head indifferently and said, "Let's go!"

The butler ordered the driver to be in position, and a blue bentley quietly slid over and stopped at the entrance of the main house.

Xia Yihan did not know where ye mo had taken her, and she had no right to ask. She just followed him with her head down.

Fang Lina, Zhao Tianai and Sun Mengmeng had just breathed a sigh of relief when they began to envy her for having the chance to go out with the crown prince.

The space in the car is limited. Isn't this more opportunity for intimacy?

Damn it! She was always so lucky.

The butler bent over and opened the door for yemomo. He sat on it gracefully.

"Mr. Ye, are you asking Yihan to sit here?" The butler asked.

Ye Zimo didn't say anything, which was acquiescence. The housekeeper glanced at Xia Yihan and let her get in the car.

The housekeeper arranged for another security guard to sit in the passenger seat to protect Ye Zimo. He closed the doors and drove away from Ye Zhai.

The car was unusually quiet, and Xia Yihan was used to it.

Ye Zimo's tall body took up a lot of space. She folded her legs and tried to get close to the door, but her body was not next to him.

She actually went out. I really hope she can get in and out of Ye Zhai freely.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of Little Soldier's death. She would like to take a day off from ye to avoid him, but he can't approve it.

Ye mo closed her eyes and leaned back idly, as if Xia Yihan didn't exist at all.

The driver and security guard in front of him, on the other hand, looked at xia Yihan in the rear-view mirror from time to time while he was resting. With such a beautiful little face, anyone who doesn't peek at it is simply not a man.

The two of them were glad that ye mo had fallen asleep. When they could look at him more, they suddenly heard him say softly, "You two, don't want to do it?"

When he said this, his eyes were still closed, and his voice alone contained the power of the king. Not to mention the two people involved, even Xia Yihan, who was beside him, heard his words, and his heart trembled.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry!" The driver and the security guard said in unison.

He didn't say anything, and they didn't dare to look at xia Yihan anymore. They were just wondering why the crown prince was so stingy this time.

The bentley drove into the underground parking lot of the Di hao building. The security guards helped Ye Zimo open the door and Xia Yihan got out of the car behind him.

The parking lot has a special vip access that leads to the top floor of the 48-storey luxury building.

The Di hao building is the tallest building in Dongjiang province, and the top floor of the imperial club is the most luxurious club in Dongjiang province. Its fame is not only within Dongjiang province, but also throughout the whole country. Even many ambassadors are members here.

The entire Di hao building was just a small business under Ye Zimo's name, and only insiders knew that the club was a place for many prominent politicians and businessmen to relax.

The annual membership fee was staggeringly high, and it was not easy to get in with money. People without status refused to come in.

The staff in the clubhouse were well-trained. Ye moyi appeared, and everyone quickly lined up. The whole process was unorganized and silent. Then, a neat greeting sounded, "Hello, Mr. Ye!"

The voice was sweet, medium in size, and comfortable to hear.

Xia Yihan thought that their standard of greeting was already very high, but compared with here, it could only be said that it was insignificant.

Ye Zimo remained expressionless as the staff respectfully led him and Xia Yihan to an antique carved door and bent over to whisper, "Mr. Ye, please come in! Mr. Hai and Miss Song have arrived!"

Xia Yihan did not know why Ye Zimo had brought her here at this time, but he did as he was told.

The waiter knocked gently on the door and heard Hai Zhixuan's steady voice, "Please come in!" After that, he gently opened the door and asked yemo and xia Yihan to enter.

As soon as the two of them entered, the figure of beteen, dressed in a small apricot dress, walked briskly to them.

A gentle greeting rang in her ear, "Zi Mo, you're here! Is it hot?"

Xia Yihan looked up and saw a pretty face with round almond eyes that were lively and crafty.

Song Wanting also looked at Xia Yihan and saw that she was wearing an ordinary dress with almost no decoration. Her straight black hair was casually tucked behind her ears.

Her face was completely plain, but it was so beautiful that one could hold one's breath.

Xia Yihan nodded politely and smiled at her. She didn't know what to call her and didn't dare to speak to her casually, so she only smiled and didn't say anything.

"Zi Mo, which family's daughter is this?" Song Wanting stepped forward and hugged Ye Zimo's arm. He asked softly, the taste in his eyes fleeting.

Song Wanting's father was the vice president of the Dongjiang province provincial committee, and his father often warned her that men, especially powerful men, could not have only one woman in their lives.

For a dragon like Ye Zimo, she would not want to monopolize him alone. If she wanted to become his first wife one day, she would have to be tolerant.

"A servant!" Ye Zimo didn't seem to want to say much, but he didn't wave her arm away and let her walk towards Hai Zhixuan in her arms.

Hai zhixuan had already seen Xia Yihan behind Ye Zimo. As if he hadn't seen her, he stood up and only greeted Ye Zimo.

"Coming?"

"Mmm!" Ye mo snorted and sat down at the simple table.

"Zi Mo, does the servant have a name? If you don't tell me, I don't know how to say hello." Song Wanting did not sit down, but stood by his side and spoke softly.

"Do you think I'll remember the maid's name?" Ye Zimo curved his lips in mockery.

Song Wanting tilted her small mouth and smiled, "Of course I will. You have such a good memory. What else can't you remember?"

Her flattery seemed just right. Ye Zimo rarely smiled and said faintly, "Her name is Xia Yihan."