The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan walked into his temporary residence, surrounded it, and took a good look at the layout.

Two rooms and one hall, not bad. Xia Yihan stepped into the house and put the package on the coffee table in the living room. His heart was filled with sweetness. He guessed what ye mo would prepare for him.

She carefully and anxiously unwrapped the package. At first, she couldn't unwrap the wrapping paper because of her eagerness. After opening the package, xia Yihan looked at the strange gift with confusion.

How did he send himself a bag, and it was his bag?

Xia Yihan reached out to pick up the familiar bag. No, this bag was not hers. She liked to embroider a small ink word on her bag and clothes in her spare time. However, the ink word was usually very secret and difficult to find. With one exception, the embroidered ink word was easier to find.

Ink. Xia Yihan remembered which one of the clothes was not his own. When the police saw the clothes that day, they had a strange feeling. The colors, styles and sizes were the same, but they looked strange, but they couldn't tell what was wrong. Now that Xia Yihan knew that the clothes were not hers, she felt strange.

Xia Yihan held back the excitement in his heart and grabbed the bag tightly.

There was something in the bag.

Cell phone? Notebook? Pen, paper, and food, daily toiletries...

Ye Zimo, it seems that you will know everything I need. It used to be, and it is now.

Xia Yihan's words turned into one sentence. Ye Zimo, I miss you.

Yezhengheng, you have to get better quickly. Mother han can't go to see you now. Will you miss mother han? Yezhengheng, get better quickly. Don't let everyone worry? You see, it's going to get better.

Will it?

No one answered the question. The person who could answer this question was in the hospital. Song Wanting, accompanied by a maid, took Ye Zhengheng to the hospital.

The doctor was a woman in her forties. She had just taken over a small pale child. Her face was full of anger and hatred.

"How do you take care of the children?"

Song Wanting remained silent in the face of the stern doctor.

"You are here." The doctor closed the door with the child in his arms.

Wine curled her lips. Song Wanting, the beauty of the scorpion, had a day when she could not be refuted. God has eyes.

The housekeeper kept spinning around in a daze. Miss Song said he had informed Mr. Ye. Now that Mr. Ye was nowhere to be seen, Mr. Ye was the only one in charge of the young master's affairs. Thinking of Ye Zimo, the housekeeper was afraid from the bottom of his heart and prayed for Ye Zimo to come over quickly.

"What's going on?"

Ye Zimo's cold and solemn voice sounded in the ears of several people. For a moment, ye mo became the backbone and saved the butler.

Song Wanting didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but he fell into Ye Zimo's arms and cried in front of everyone. His voice was unusually sad.

"Mr. Ye, the young master is inside." The butler replied in fear and trepidation, bending his body 90 degrees, not daring to look into Ye Zimo's eyes.

Ye Zimo did not comfort Song Wanting and motioned for Wine to pull her away. Now he only wanted to know about Ye Zhengheng, and Song Wanting was not his concern. Wine grinned and pulled Song Wanting away, as long as it was something that made Song Wanting unhappy that she liked to do the most.

"Don't cry. The child is fine." Wine comforted her, thinking about Song Wanting's deeds to Yihan, and Wine would never be honest to comfort her.

Song Wanting looked at the man in front of him with hatred. Ye Zimo, you are so heartless. You blame Ye Zimo in your heart. Wine's sarcasm was rejected by Song Wanting instead.

Ye Zimo felt her gaze come from Song Wanting and looked at her coldly. She pulled the corners of her mouth stiffly, trying to smile, her face brimming with tears. Ye mo frowned. Song Wanting looked like Ye Zhengheng was really sick. He didn't pursue Song Wanting's appearance in the hospital. He couldn't go to Yihan's place today.

"Wine, you go to Yihan's. She's a little lonely. You can also take Mo Xiaojun and Hai Qingqing with you." Ye Zimo paused for a few seconds when he said Mo Xiaojun, and finally said the name he didn't like at one time.

"Okay, okay. I'll take good care of Yihan and promise to return you a fat, white Yihan." Wine opened his mouth and swore, fearing that Ye Zimo would not believe him, he reached out and swore.

"Go ahead." Ye Zimo said with a rare smile.

Wine trotted out and came back in a few minutes.

Ye Zimo asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" The voice was so emotionless.

"Mr. Ye, can you lend me your phone to make a call? I don't have my phone with me." Wine touched his hair and said awkwardly, damn it, he rushed to the hospital today without his phone.

Without a word, Ye Zimo handed the phone to Wine. Song Wanting was once again stimulated. Ye Zimo's things were not accessible to anyone. The butler lowered his head and did not speak. His previous lessons had taught him what to say and what not to say.

"Little Soldier, I'll see you and Qingqing later. Let's go and see han together." Wine raised his voice and jumped uncontrollably.

Ye Zimo was a little unhappy to hear the words Mo Xiaojun. After all, it was Yihan's former lover. At this time, the doctor opened the door and said loudly, "Who is Ye Zhengheng's family?"

"Me."

"You come with me." The doctor nodded to Ye Zimo and led the way. Before Wine finished calling, Ye Zimo used to frown. The doctor had gone away and had to follow the doctor. Song Wanting was angry at ye mo for her relationship with Xia Yihan, thinking about her time off, thinking about Xia Yihan's rise alone, her heart was seriously unbalanced, even the doctor asked ye Zheng Heng's family members did not hear.

Wine didn't find out the owner of the phone was missing until he made the call. Who should he call? This became the biggest problem at the moment.

"Give it to me, I'll give it to Zi Mo." Song Wanting said with a lowered eyebrow, thinking quickly about how to use Ye Zimo's phone once he got it. Wine looked at the terrified housekeeper. Looking at Song Wanting, who couldn't hide the conspiracy, for Song Wanting? This woman wouldn't use this phone to do anything bad, would she? It wasn't that Wine thought too much, but it was that Song Wanting was synonymous with conspiracy in Wine's eyes.

"You wish." Wine looked at Song Wanting sarcastically. She wasn't as kind as Xia Yihan.

"Who dares to take Ye Taizi's phone?" Song Wanting glanced coldly at the housekeeper and then at Wine. This Wine is so troublesome. One day, she will let Wine know the consequences of offending her.

Song Wanting was going to let Ye Zimo be misunderstood by Xia Yihan, then she could take the opportunity to enter the room, even if a little chance was destroyed by Wine, Song Wanting was so angry that her teeth itched, but she was a toothless tiger.

"Butler, you take the phone. If it's taken away by someone with a heart, I believe Mr. Ye will do something. You know better than I do." Wine did not look at Song Wanting. He handed the phone to the terrified housekeeper and left in a cool manner. Even if Song Wanting almost poked a hole in her back with his eyes, Wine did not give Song Wanting a look.

"Are you the father of a child?" The doctor asked with certainty.

"Yes."

"Take good care of this child in the future. Poor child, don't let him have great sorrow and joy." The doctor finally told Ye Zimo that Ye Zhengheng needed to be hospitalized for examination, but Ye Zimo had no choice but to agree.

After listening to the doctor's earnest instructions, Ye Zimo did not say whether he believed or not.

He took the forms the doctor gave him and handed them to the butler.

"Butler, I'm at the hospital today." Ye Zimo said coldly. Ye Zhengheng was hospitalized, taking care of him in the hospital, and Ye Zimo was duty-bound as a father.

Song Wanting was very happy to hear this. Ye Zimo left Xia Yihan behind. She walked up to Ye Zimo with a smile on her face. Although she had given birth to a child, Song Wanting's figure was not much out of shape.

"I'll stay and take care of the children, too." Song Wanting looked at Ye Zimo for help. Tears were rolling in her eyes. She could not tell how touching it was, but the evil that she could not see had already filled her lonely heart.

After all, Song Wanting was Ye Zhengheng's mother. Ye Zimo didn't say no and Song Wanting stayed in the hospital.

All the formalities were completed at three o' clock. Ye Zimo silently walked through the corridor and went to a place where there were few people to call Xia Yihan.

"Baby, I miss you." Ye Zimo said his thoughts hoarsely before Xia Yihan could speak.

As soon as he took time out, Ye Zimo's longing grew like wild grass.

Ye Zimo didn't want to leave Xia Yihan for a moment.

"Is the child okay? I'm fine." Hearing Ye Zimo's true feelings, Xia Yihan was drunk and didn't know if Ye Zhengheng was okay. Xia Yihan couldn't help but wonder if she was at ease. She wasn't Ye Zhengheng's mother, and Ye Zhengheng was the child of Ye Zhengheng.

"Mr. Ye, madam called." Lin Dahui looked at Ye Zimo on the phone and said with some difficulty.

Mr. Ye's feelings for xia Yihan were witnessed by Lin Dahui. The old lady was Mr. Ye's mother. Mr. Ye respected her mother.

Fortunately, Xia Yihan solved the problem for him.

"Mo, let's hang up." It's good that Xia Yihan misses Ye Zimo. She also understands that Fu Fengyi misses his son.

"Okay, I'll see you later."

As soon as Xia Yihan hung up the phone, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ear.

"Yihan, we've come to see you."

Wine's careless voice sounded outside, and the phone rang at this time. There seemed to be two or three people following the footsteps. Who would come but Wine? And Brother Tai?

Wine barged in before Xia Yihan could guess.

Xia Yihan looked at the three of them with a smile on her stiff face. Without Ye Zimo, she had Wine.

"Sister yihan." Hai Qingqing nodded obediently.

"Come in." Yihan called a few people in.

Originally, she wanted to ask a few people what to drink, but when she opened her mouth, she remembered that now she, Xia Yihan, was living under someone's roof and could not entertain guests.

"Yihan, we're having a party with you today." Wine said loudly, "Don't worry, everything is ready, only the east wind."

Looking at the various vegetables and drinks in the car, Xia Yihan's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Wine ordered Mo Xiaojun to move the vegetables. He was the only man here, so he had to be bothered by the hard work. That was what Wine said.

Mo Xiaojun moved the food without a word.

Hai Qingqing saw that Mo Xiaojun was helping to carry the light dishes by himself. Wine laughed at the sight, "Does Qingqing feel sorry for Little Soldier?"

Hai Qingqing blushed and gave Wine a fierce look.