The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

He really remembered her name. Song Wanting didn't want that answer when he asked.

That's right. When did he take the maid out? It was unusual for him to bring her out.

Song Wanting smiled generously at xia Yihan and said to her as the hostess, "Miss Xia, please sit down. Don't be too restrained when you come out to play."

Ye Zimo said indifferently, "Sit down. Don't praise her. She's just a servant."

Hai Zhixuan glanced at Xia Yihan without a trace, wondering if Ye Zimo's words hurt her.

Xia Yihan lowered his head and stood not far behind Ye Zimo. His fair face was pale red, not sure if it was because of the heat or embarrassment.

Song Wanting stopped being polite and sat down in the chair next to Ye Zimo. He poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him.

Ye yemo took a sip of her tea and smiled sweetly. She leaned her head closer to him and said gently, "When will you come to our house for a casual meal? My dad said it was the best time to play chess with you, and my mom also said she wanted to see you."

Ye mo gently put down the teacup and smiled. "Only your parents miss me?"

"You!" Song Wanting's face turned red all of a sudden.

She misses him, day and night, all the time.

Ye Zimo was like a cloud that could not be caught in the sky. Sometimes she felt that he liked her, but more often she felt that he was out of reach.

"Are you going or not?" Seeing that he was in a good mood, Song Wanting pulled his arm and acted coquettishly.

"Look at your performance tonight!"

Such a direct hint made Song Wanting blush even more.

They had a physical relationship, but even in bed, he was like an emperor, when did he say such explicit words?

Is this the Ye Zimo she knew?

Hai Zhixuan coughed softly. It was as if ye mo had just remembered him and asked, "Why isn't Pan Yu here?"

"She's throwing a tantrum. She said I didn't spend much time with her."

"By the way, master ye, I would like to ask you a small favor."

"It's rare for big master hai to open his mouth. Tell me, I may not be able to help." Ye mo took a sip of tea and replied in a teasing tone.

"The day after tomorrow is Pan Yu's birthday. I want to buy her some clothes. The Miss Xia you brought today seems to be about the same size as her. I want to ask her to help me choose and try it on tomorrow. Is it convenient?"

It's time to talk alone again. Hai, do you have to be so obvious?

Ye Zimo smiled coldly in his heart, but his face was expressionless. He asked Yihan calmly, "Did you hear what Mr. Hai said?"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, I heard you. I followed Mr. Ye's orders."

Hai zhixuan also took a sip of tea and said slowly, "If it's not convenient, just pretend I didn't say it."

"What's the inconvenience? Didn't I tell you last time? If you want, I'll give her to you. She's not bad looking. It's okay to relax occasionally."

Xia Yihan clenched his hand quietly and trembled slightly, his face turning red uncontrollably.

She lowered her head so that no one could see how humiliating and embarrassing she was.

When Xia Yihan was humiliated and humiliated, Song Wanting felt even more threatened.

Ye mo had always been cold to women, and the woman who really attracted his interest seemed to not exist at all.

It was her, Song Wanting, who had such a cute little mouth and tried her best to cheer him up, but rarely saw his smile.

How could he say such disrespectful things to a woman he didn't care about? There's only one possibility...

She smiled at the right time and said softly, "Zi Mo, I promised Pan Yu that I would help her look after Hai Zhixuan. With me around, he wouldn't have the guts even if he had the heart."

Hai Zhixuan had already seen Xia Yihan's situation from the corner of his eyes and smiled, "I just want her to help me try on the clothes. I have no other idea. I'll have the driver take her back before 5 pm."

Ye Zimo stopped talking and drank tea.

The next moment, no one mentioned Xia Yihan, and she slowly recovered from the awkward situation.

Most of the time, Hai Zhixuan talked to Song Wanting, and Ye Zimo barely spoke.

At the end of the afternoon party, Song Wanting took Ye Zimo's arm and said softly, "Let's go to our house for dinner!"

"Go to my place." Ye Zimo said softly.

Song Wanting was instantly overjoyed. Even though he was usually dignified, he could not hide his excitement at this moment.

Ye Zimo never brought a woman home for the night, and most of the physical problems were solved in the presidential suite of a star hotel, and making out with her was no exception.

She always felt that her daughter, the vice president of the provincial party committee, had done something like that with him in the hotel, which was very humiliating. I was hoping that one day she would walk into his house and get close to his world like the girlfriend of an ordinary man.

Now she had finally come to this day.

She tried to calm herself down, took Ye Zimo's arm, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said more softly, "Okay!"

"Zi Mo, my driver will pick up miss xia at eight tomorrow morning. Thank you very much."

"Yes." Ye mo snorted and led Song Wanting into the elevator. Xia Yihan lowered his head and followed them silently.

As the car approached Ye Zhai, the security guard in front of it sent a message to inform Mr. Ye that he would be returning soon, along with Miss Song.

Song Wanting and hai zhixuan were treated equally when they arrived, and the dishes were very sumptuous. Ye mo's face was not cold at all.

She thought he would take her around the whole villa. He didn't. He just had a meal with her.

During the meal, the housekeeper came forward and asked, "Mr. Ye, do you want to prepare a guest room for Miss Song?"

The reason why he asked was because Ye Zimo did not bring a woman home alone for dinner.

The housekeeper also knew about Song Wanting's relationship with Ye Zimo and thought that since he had brought them back, they should have stayed overnight.

"No need." Ye mo answered only two words.

Song Wanting blushed a little. She thought Ye Zimo's potential answer was to ask her to sleep in the master bedroom with him.

Before her smile faded, she heard Ye Zimo tell the housekeeper, "Prepare a car. I'll go out with Miss Song."

"Yes, Mr. Ye!"

Song Wanting's smile froze and forced himself to calm down. If she wanted an ordinary man, or even a good man, she had too many choices.

The problem was that she wanted the most outstanding man in the world, so she had to endure.

I believe one day, he will tell her affectionately, "Wanting, be my wife."