The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

He had so many servants and so many women, how could he be so considerate about a small servant?

Xia Yihan, maybe everything was just a coincidence, maybe he was thinking of something else, like making you jump higher and fall worse. In short, this man does everything for a reason.

"Miss Xia, please get in the car!" Hai Zhixuan's driver said politely.

"Thank you!" Xia Yihan thanked him and got into the car. When the car left Ye Zhai, Ye Zimo pursed his lips without saying a word. No one knew what he was thinking.

Since it was to buy clothes, it should be to the mall. Xia Yihan didn't expect the car to go to the city center, but to a more remote place.

Xia Yihan wanted to ask the driver, but saw that the car had stopped by the roadside. The driver said respectfully, "Miss Xia, Mr. Hai is waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

She looked ahead to the side. There was indeed a small mountain here. The mountain was not high and did not become a scenic spot.

From below, you could vaguely see that there was a man dressed in bright yellow on the top of the mountain. It should be Hai Zhixuan, right?

After all, it was in the wilderness, and Xia Yihan was still a little scared.

Seeing her concern, the driver added, "Mr. Hai said this is a suitable place for worship."

Xia Yihan's face froze, then he thanked the driver sincerely and climbed up the mountain in his high heels.

The heels were too high and it was very difficult to climb the mountain. When she almost fell down, a pair of big hands grabbed her slender wrist.

"Be careful!"

Hai Zhixuan grasped her wrist firmly and let her use his strength to go up the mountain.

His approach was somewhat warm and did not make her feel coveted at all. It was natural.

When Xia Yihan reached the top of the mountain, he saw an open space with a bunch of chrysanthemums in the middle.

She looked at Hai Zhixuan confusedly and he said calmly, "I remember you telling me that your boyfriend passed away on the last day of july last year. Am I right?"

Tears flashed in Xia Yihan's eyes. She told Little Soldier that she didn't cry, so she turned and swallowed them back.

"Thank you, Mr. Hai. I didn't expect you to remember so clearly."

Hai Zhixuan himself couldn't explain why he remembered so clearly, and he took so much trouble to bring her out despite Ye Zimo's objections.

Is it just because the future requires it?

"I sympathize with what happened to you," said hai zhixuan, then changed the subject.

"I didn't know where he was buried, so I decided to bring you here. If you want to go to his grave and worship him, I will accompany you."

Xia Yihan really wanted to see Mo Xiaojun in front of the grave. She felt that she missed him so much that even if she couldn't see him in person, seeing his tombstone would have the power to move forward.

But how could she bother Hai Zhixuan?

"No, that's good. If I were still in the Ye family today, I wouldn't even have time to think about him." She smiled sadly. Although she said no, Hai Zhixuan understood what she meant.

"Linjiang city is not far. I'm sure I'll be back by five. Let's go. Don't waste time."

Without waiting for Xia Yihan to object, he picked up the chrysanthemum on the ground in one hand and took Xia Yihan's wrist down the hill in the other.

Sensing his sincerity, Xia Yihan did not say any more polite words.

The driver drove and occasionally asked xia Yihan to point the way.

She and Hai Zhixuan sat in the back seat and spoke softly from time to time.

He had already noticed Xia Yihan's dress. The color and style of her dress were fresh, and she looked more elegant today.

"Did Ye Zimo ask someone to prepare this for you? It's very beautiful, very suitable for you!" He said with a faint smile.

Xia Yihan responded with a smile, neither saying yes nor no.

"This kid is still so proud."

Hai Zhixuan's words seemed to explain why Ye Zimo did this. The housekeeper said this morning that she was a member of the Ye family and would not embarrass the Ye family.

"What happened to the injury on your wrist?" Hai Zhixuan asked again.

He saw her injury yesterday at the clubhouse, but it was not convenient to ask her. The wound was too deep. It was definitely not an accident. It was more like a cut from a wrist.

When he looked at her wound, Xia Yihan also looked at it subconsciously.

"Don't tell me you can't hold on anymore. You want to kill yourself. I don't think you're that fragile."

"No." Xia Yihan shook his head gently and said, "Can you stop asking? I appreciate it, but I don't want to tell you what happened at the Ye family."

"Okay, then I won't ask. When do you need someone to talk to? I'll be happy to hear it anytime." Hai Zhixuan said gently.

Hai Zhixuan didn't speak up for the rest of the ride, and Xia Yihan didn't know what to say.

After a long time, she asked him in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

The question of such a little woman warmed Hai Zhixuan's heart. He could not help but look at her dotingly and smiled lightly, "I don't like to be angry like ye."

Xia Yihan didn't know if it was because he missed Mo Xiaojun too much. Looking at her like that always made her feel as if he cared about her as much as Little Soldier did.

Trust, joy, and deep loneliness flashed in her eyes.

Hai Zhixuan felt that perhaps no woman in the world could be as emotional and repressed as she was. While he sighed, he was happy with her fleeting trust.

"Yihan, think of me as your friend. You're always pushing people away. Aren't you tired?" Hai Zhixuan looked at her earnestly and asked.

Xia Yihan knew he meant well, but ever since Mo Xiaojun died, she seemed to have shut herself up.

She did not want to have friends, whether it was men or women, she returned to the very world of her own, although very tired, but she did not want to walk out.

Hai Zhixuan didn't seem to be in a hurry either. She didn't say anything and he filled in the awkward atmosphere.

"It's okay. I'll treat you as a friend first. When you want to be my friend, just let me know."

"Mmm!" Xia Yihan nodded heavily and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"I can understand that you haven't recovered from the sadness of losing him."

Every word of Hai Zhixuan seemed to enter xia Yihan's heart, making her feel that he was indeed a good and understanding person.

In fact, the colder she was and the more she rejected everyone, the more he admired her.

In such an impetuous society, who else would pay so much for a dead person? If it were a woman, would she have already gotten married?

At the same time, he envied Mo Xiaojun and felt that such a woman loved him deeply. Even if he died, he would be happy.