The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

She could only look at him pleadingly, begging him not to do that.

Song Shuhao was completely indifferent to her request for help. All he could remember was his sister's tears and her cries.

The more she looked at him, the more he could imagine how she looked at Ye Zimo pitifully.

Song Shuhao's eyes flashed with a cold gleam, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. He asked her, "What's the matter, putting on a pure face in front of me? Didn't I hear that you were a slut? He lured my brother-in-law out of sight. Come on, give me all your kung fu tonight and let me enjoy it!"

After he finished speaking, his fingers slowly climbed onto her forehead and lingered back and forth.

Xia Yihan's face turned pale, and his body trembled with extreme fear.

Her frightened look made Song Shuhao feel sexy, and a sense of revenge for his sister, mixed together, making his eyes glow with excitement.

Song Wanting was standing outside the door, occasionally hearing Xia Yihan's muffled cry.

That day, Pan Yu gave her an idea, saying that her brother wasn't a teenage assassin? Let her brother seduce Xia Yihan.

She thought it was too slow, and her strong hatred made her take the risk and choose the most direct and effective method.

Tomorrow, she will have a lot of photos of Xia Yihan and the man. She will be obedient and won't dare to touch Ye Zimo again.

Song Shuhao's hand was like an evil snake, moving closer and closer to Xia Yihan.

She could not scream or move and could only watch him take pictures of her every time he made a move. His expression was obscene and greedy.

She seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, drowning in despair.

Who can save her? Who can help her?

At the most hopeless moment, Ye Zimo's face appeared in her mind.

Ye Zimo! Ye Zimo!

Didn't you always want my body? I would rather give it to you than lose it like this.

I beg you, you must hear my call, save me!

It was only with this thought that she would not pass out immediately.

However, how could she not understand that ye mo could not save her, no one could save her.

Her purity was about to end the hands of this shameless man, and he stared at her with bloodshot eyes like a bloodthirsty wolf.

His big hand was about to reach down to her lower body.

At her most desperate moment, a sudden doorbell rang, breaking the silence of the night.

The heavenly ringtone made Xia Yihan seem to see hope in an instant, and Song Shuhao's hand stopped moving.

"Go on, I'll take a look!" When Xia Yihan heard Song Wanting's voice coming from the door, it was no longer as sweet and lovely as it usually was, but as cruel and harsh as it was.

Song Shuhao heard his sister's order and quickened his movements.

He used both hands to take off xia Yihan's dress.

As his hand moved away from her mouth, Xia Yihan screamed desperately, "Help!"

Her voice was shrill but not loud. Only the people in the room could hear her, but Ye Zimo, who had just entered the yard, could not hear her at all.

Song Shuhao covered her mouth again. As soon as she covered her mouth, she heard Song Wanting's sweet call.

"Zi Mo! Why are you here? Go back, we can't meet tonight."

Mother of Song, the father of the song dynasty, was not asleep either. Song Wanting was also informing everyone that ye mo was here.

Her intention was to get the song parents to come out and greet Ye Zimo, and at the same time tell Song Shuhao to hurry up.

"Let me see you."

Ye Zimo said very lightly.

Ye Zimo, who fell from the sky, became Xia Yihan's salvation.

She suddenly saw hope in complete sorrow and despair, and her strength seemed to have recovered a lot.

However, Song Shuhao, who had received her sister's hint, was even more ruthless and his hands were even more violent.

"Zimo is here? Your aunt and I will welcome you without prior notice." Vice president song and his wife said politely when they came out.