The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

There was no time to analyze what he was talking about. As soon as he was free, Xia Yihan quickly turned over and sat up.

"Lie back down and continue to talk to me. Say something else."

She sighed in her heart and went back to her original position as he instructed.

He said he couldn't talk about love, so of course she didn't dare.

After thinking about it, he still felt that it might not be easy to provoke him to say something about my childhood, so he whispered, "Mr. Ye, let me tell you about my childhood, okay?"

He didn't say that it should be okay.

In the quiet night, every syllable that jumped from her mouth had a kind of calm and beautiful taste.

Her tone was very gentle, as if she were telling a fairy tale.

"I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know who my parents are. The dean said he found me at the entrance of the orphanage. I was lying on a foam board, only a month or two old. It was summer, and our dean named me Xia Yihan. When I was a child, I was very quiet and didn't like to talk. The people who came to adopt liked lively children, especially boys, so I was almost unattended."

Ye Zimo's eyebrows moved imperceptibly in the darkness, but no sound came out.

"At that time, the thing I longed for the most was to be adopted one day and be able to leave the hospital that only had children and the elderly principal volunteers. I hoped to have a father and a mother. There was a very white boy in the orphanage. He was a few years older than me and looked after me like my brother. If a child bullies me, he will rush up and fight with someone. He was so good-looking that many of the adopters would like him and want to take him away. Every time he said he wanted to adopt him, he would take me with him. How many families would like to have two more children at the same time? So I stayed in the orphanage until I was three years old and finally met someone who was willing to adopt him and bring me along. His adoptive parents asked him to follow their surname, mo, and I still called my original name because I was an accessory. They were originally infertile, but they found out that their foster mother was pregnant soon after they brought us back."

Xia Yihan looked up at the ceiling as if he was lost in memories. After saying a lot, he realized who he was talking to.

She turned around, looked in Ye Zimo's direction and asked, "Mr. Ye, are you asleep? Am I boring to say this?"

"Go on!" He only said these three words faintly, and she could tell from his tone that his attitude was not as tough as it had begun.

"Something happened at home after the foster mother got pregnant. The living conditions were not as good as before. They discussed sending us back. Because they didn't make up their mind, they delayed the birth of their child for a while. It was a girl. The adoptive mother can't give birth to a second child, and the adoptive father values men over women, so he decided to raise us together."

Later, life was hard. Xia Yihan took care of Mo Xiaonong when she was only a few years old. Although she was only three or four years older, she became her second mother.

No matter what mistakes xiao thick made, she was basically responsible for the punishment. If Mo Xiaojun hadn't always helped her, I wonder how she would have survived all these years.

She didn't continue, but Ye Zimo seemed to know what she didn't say. He asked softly, "It was painful then?

She was stunned, then shook her head gently and said, "No, very happy!"

Yes, at least when there was a small army, all the hard times turned into happiness.

Perhaps it was because late at night people could easily remove their disguise, or perhaps her experience touched Ye Zimo's heart, and for the first time he had an idea. He wanted to give her a chance to hear her tell him that she was undercover.

If she admitted it, he might forgive her.

"Xia Yihan, why are you here as a servant?"

"I..." Xia Yihan wanted to tell the whole story, but when she thought about what she had been through for the past year, most of the people she had met had a straight face. She was wronged, framed, betrayed, and she couldn't take the only chance to risk it, so she chose to continue lying.

"I need money, Mr. Ye. My foster parents'daughter is still here..."

"Don't say it! Go to sleep!"

Xia Yihan fell silent. She knew that ye mo was angry. He might have guessed that she wasn't here for money. He must hate people lying to him.

She quietly got out of bed and went back to the sofa to lie down.

She was still awake, keeping an eye on his movements.

I'll see Yelishizhang tomorrow. If everything goes well, she'll be leaving.

It wasn't a happy experience, but she couldn't explain why she was reluctant to leave. Is it because of the mysterious man in bed?

She and he were not even friends, but they did a lot of things that couples would do. She was teased and kissed by him more than once. He had a very obvious thought about her, and she seemed to have a moment of it herself.

No, it's not a move, it's just a primitive instinct.

It's like seeing food that you want to eat, like seeing water that you want to drink, and it has nothing to do with love.

The relationship with Mo Xiaojun was more like a family relationship. He would often walk around with his arms around her shoulders, and she would hold his arm, but they never kissed.

When he kisses her, he often only kisses her forehead.

Perhaps they were more of a kind of psychological dependence on each other, even then, her heart could only be Little Soldier's alone, absolutely not allow a second person to enter.

Before dawn, the butler went to the main house to wait on his wife. Fu Fengyi got up earlier than ye mo. She had told her to stay here and not to have Ye Zimo wake up early to accompany her, but the housekeeper did not dare to let her walk alone in the house.

He gently kicked and twisted his waist with Fu Fengyi to see that she was in a good mood. He pretended not to notice and said, "Madam, Xia Yihan spent the night in Mr. Ye's bedroom last night."

Fu feng's face did not move, but her heart was shaken.

She had eyes and ears around her son. No matter how many women he had, he never allowed any women to spend the night in this villa, let alone his bedroom.

Besides being pretty, what else attracted him to change his principles?

"Madam?"

"Butler, do you think there are still fewer lilacs in this courtyard? I don't think it's strong enough."

The housekeeper was in a hurry and thought, didn't you ask me first that my maids were restless? Why did you deliberately change the subject when I reported to you?

Fu Fengyi took two more steps forward, stood in front of a lilac plant, closed his eyes and smelled it, then said slowly, "In your opinion, which room would be suitable for Wanting to stay in?"