The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

"Auntie and uncle, I'm sorry to disturb you so late."

"I understand. It's normal for a couple to be engaged." Mrs. Song smiled, while Song Wanting blushed and whispered, "Mom!"

Ye Zimo smiled brightly and asked in a polite tone, "Why didn't I see Shu Hao? Didn't he go out to play the night before sister's engagement?"

Just as Song Wanting was about to answer, he heard a faint cry of pain coming from the guest room inside, and ye mo's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze.

There was no change in his expression when he heard Song Wanting say, "That lazy guy is asleep. He can't wake up at all." After that, he immediately asked, "I heard from my mother that xia Yihan is here. Why didn't you see her?"

This time it was mother of Song who smiled politely and said slowly, "You mean the godsister Tingting brought back? She went to bed early."

Ye mo picked up the tea and put it back. He looked at Song Wanting and said seriously, "Tingting, go and help me get her up."

"Isn't that good? Everyone is asleep." Song Wanting argued that she was now able to drag one point down, and when her brother had succeeded, she would seal Xia Yihan's mouth. Even if she called out, she would have no fear.

Ye Zimo's brows moved imperceptibly, and his face darkened slightly.

In front of his future in-laws, he still saved face for Song Wanting.

When he opened his mouth again, he turned to mother of Song and said gently, "I want to thank uncle and aunt for helping me educate Tingting so well. She's been really filial to my mother these days at the Ye family. She knew everything about my mother's habits. But this girl, maybe because we're getting engaged tomorrow, she's a little excited and forgot that my mother can't sleep without Xia Yihan."

His eyes turned to Song Wanting again, and he said in a more serious tone, "My mother is not in good health. I'm really worried that she won't sleep well. Tomorrow she will be in a bad mood, so it's so late, and I insist on coming to pick up Yihan xia. Tingting, don't waste time!"

Everyone in the song family knew that ye mo was lying, but he was in the name of filial piety, and it was inconvenient to expose it.

If Song Wanting didn't call Xia Yihan out immediately this time, it would appear that she didn't care about her future mother-in-law's health at all.

She had no choice but to stand up and say with a sudden realization, "Oh my god, I should die. I even forgot about this."

But Ye Zimo thought in his heart, if you dare to lay your hands on her, that would be the real death.

If you do, don't blame me for being heartless to you!

It's just that he hasn't come out yet, and he has to calm down no matter how anxious he is. I hope his guess is just a kind of neurotic imagination.

"Younger sister Han! Get up, Zi Mo is in a hurry to take you back. Are you still sleeping? Hurry up and put on your clothes!"

Song Wanting stood at the door and reminded song shuhao to get dressed when she knocked on the door.

Song Shuhao really regretted that he had done it too late. He was so angry that he didn't make her and had to let her go. After ye mo arrived, Xia Yihan felt as if he had been drugged and was much more powerful.

He tried to pull her clothes on one side, but she bit his hand on the other.

In the end, her clothes were not ripped apart, only her hair and skirt collar were completely messy.

"I will let you go now. If you dare to tell me what I did to you, I will make your death miserable!" Song Shuhao threatened in Xia Yihan's ear.

He loosened his grip on her mouth, giving her a chance to speak.

"I won't say it. I won't say it. Please let me go. I know you did it for your sister. I don't blame you."

Xia Yihan's hasty promise reassured song shuhao.

As soon as he let go, Xia Yihan immediately got up from the bed, grabbed her hair and smoothed her skirt.

Ye Zimo was outside, and Xia Yihan had calmed down a lot. At least now she could think and know that Ye Zimo would keep her no matter what.

The way she was grooming made Song Shuhao feel sexy, and he looked at her bare calves through her collar with his lustful eyes.

Xia Yihan kept looking at the phone that had taken pictures of her and saw that he was a little obsessed with her body. When she pulled the skirt, she raised her calves a little.

As his gaze wandered around her silky legs, she plucked up the courage to reach out and grab the phone he had thrown on the bed.

Song Shuhao came to grab her. She grabbed her phone and ran to the door.

However, when he ran to the door, he was still grabbed by Song Shuhao's arm.

He looked at her fiercely. Xia Yihan was no longer so afraid of him.

She looked back at him and whispered in his ear, "Give me your phone. I will never give it to Ye Zimo. If you don't give it to me, I'll tell him. I'll scream now and let him see what you've done to me! You have it all in your hands."

Song Shuhao did not expect Xia Yihan to be so persistent and brave. In fact, there was nothing substantial in the photo, and it was useless for him to keep it.

"Younger sister Han, Xia Yihan? Not yet?" Song Wanting urged at the door.

Xia Yihan glared at him, not bowing his head and not giving in, which made Song Shuhao hate and admire him.

There was no time to think about it. If she did not agree to it and told the truth, ye mo would only cancel the wedding.

Song Shuhao leaned close to her ear and threatened in a low voice, "I can give you my phone. Be smart. I won't have any scruples if I say it and ruin their marriage. If I don't get a dozen people to round you up, my surname won't be song!"

"Don't worry!" Xia Yihan said only two words, quickly put his phone in her handbag, and immediately went out.

Ye Zimo finally saw her, looking unscathed, but she could tell something from her deliberately pretending to be calm.

Xia Yihan finally saw him. He was sitting on the sofa, and when he glanced over, he had a concern that could not be ignored, which made her frightened heart find great comfort in an instant.

The two of them looked at each other for a second or two, and Ye Zimo said indifferently, "How dare you stay out for the night knowing that your wife can't sleep without you."

"In the future, you are not allowed to step out of the Ye family villa without my permission! Did you hear that?"

Ye mo had blamed xia Yihan a lot, but not once did he make her feel as grateful as she was today.

She lowered her head and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry Mr. Ye, I won't do it again!"

Ye Zimo also stood up and politely said goodbye to mother of Song, father song.

He glanced at Song Wanting without saying anything, but her heart still thumped.

This matter was originally foolproof, she still seems to be in a dream, can't understand why leaf ink would fall from the sky.

Although she believed that Song Shuhao should have dealt with Xia Yihan, she was still afraid under his indifferent gaze.

Song Wanting smiled and took a few quick steps to put his arm around Ye Zimo's waist.

Mother of Song, on the other hand, smiled indulgently and said, "Look, a woman can't be separated from a mother. It's so hard to part with. They are engaged tomorrow. Let zimo go back early."

Song Wanting said sweetly in a low voice, "Zi Mo, my parents and I will be waiting for you and uncle and aunt at the Di hao hotel tomorrow."

"Mmm!"

Ye mo snorted, removed her arm, and strode forward.

Although Xia Yihan was still in shock, he did not forget his manners. He politely left mother of Song and Song Wanting and quickly followed Ye Zimo's footsteps.

Ye Zimo's car was parked outside the yard, and his driver was waiting outside.

Along the way, he didn't say anything. She stared from behind at his towering figure.

Somehow, she had the urge to rush up and hug him.

She thought, maybe she was still in a state of excitement after she escaped from danger, feeling like she was on the verge of death.

As soon as ye mo came out, the driver immediately got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door for him.

"Get in the car!" Xia Yihan received the order to get in the car and sit next to him. The driver closed the door.

"What happened at the The song family?" The driver started the car and after 200 meters, Ye Zimo asked her in a deep voice.

Xia Yihan thought he was here for Song Wanting, but he just called her away.

But he didn't expect that he could guess that something was wrong with her. Did he come specially for her?

Recalling what he had told her just now, it seemed that he had come to pick her up on the pretext that she had to take care of his mother.

Suddenly, her gratitude for him deepened.

She really wanted to say what happened to her, but she couldn't.

Song Wanting and Song Shuhao did treat her this way, but she was Ye Zimo's fiancee, and she was the destroyer.

She deserved it.

"Mr. Ye, nothing happened to me. When you came, I fell asleep."

Lying to him again!

"So, I had a great time at the The song family, didn't I?"

"Well, yes, Mr. Ye, everyone in their family is very enthusiastic about me."

Not yet! Ye Zimo narrowed his eyes dangerously and suddenly ordered in a cold voice, "Stop the car!"

The driver screeched to a halt.

"You go down and have a look first!" He said to the driver.

The driver quietly opened the door and got out. There were only two people left in the car. Ye Zimo's tall figure pressed close to xia Yihan.

"Tell me what happened!" When his face was only a centimeter away from hers, he stopped and stared at her with eagle-like eyes.

She lowered her head awkwardly, thinking to herself, please, don't ask, I don't want to say, I can't say.

However, he didn't give her the chance to avoid it at all, and then threatened, "If you don't tell me, I'll send you back to the The song family right now, to Song Shuhao!"

He actually said three words about Song Shuhao. Did he really know what happened to her?

She looked at him in surprise, and her expression was enough to explain the problem.

"To what extent, did he succeed?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

He wasn't angry with her, he was angry with Song Shuhao.

Xia Yihan bit her lips, tears rolling in her eyes. His words reminded her of the humiliating moment, and she couldn't control her emotions.

Looking at his angular face in front of her, she couldn't help but jump up and hug him tightly.

"Zi Mo! Ye Zimo! Thank you! I was scared to death! Scared to death!"

She mumbled these words over and over again, but Ye Zimo did not continue to ask. Her dependence and her call aroused his deepest desire for protection.

He hugged her back tightly, giving her the security she needed.

He returned to the villa a little late tonight, but his mother said that xia Yihan was brought to the The song family and he almost immediately rushed over.

She was still a little late, and she was hurt, but she didn't know how much.

Her body trembled and trembled in his arms, proving that she still had lingering fear.

Ye Zimo had always been proud and had never coaxed a woman. Facing her fear and fear, he was at a loss.

In order to calm her down, he gently pinched her chin and raised her small face, kissing her small mouth.

This kiss was more convincing than any other words, and he seemed to prove to her that he would despise her even if she had just experienced it.

Xia Yihan, who had secretly promised not to cry again, still had tears rolling down her cheeks.

Salty tears flowed into the mouth he gently kissed. He sucked her tears and comforted her silently.

This was probably the first time she hadn't pushed him away. She was still hugging him, and for the first time she hadn't thought of Little Soldier.

The lingering kiss instantly drew the distance between the two hearts. Her heart was at peace and his was at softness.

Just as they were kissing, Song Shuhao's cell phone suddenly rang a text message jingling, which made ye mo frown and let go of her.

When the maid entered the Ye family, she had taken away all the communication equipment, but now Xia Yihan's cell phone rang in his bag.

Could it be the personal phone she used to contact Hai Zhixuan?

"Give me the phone in your bag!" He ordered in a deep voice, his voice hardened as he thought of the man surnamed hai.

"No, Mr. Ye, I can't give it to you. Miss Song gave it to me today. If she finds out about my phone..."

Ye mo reached out and her handbag went straight into his hand.

What else did Xia Yihan have to say? He opened the bag and took Song Shuhao's phone out of it.

His phone interface remained on the last photo he took of her when he violated her. Xia Yihan closed her eyes so tightly that she did not dare to look at the ugly images.

Ye mo turned over all the photos with a cold face.

"Damn it! Looks like he's tired of living!"

His low curse calmed Xia Yihan and scared Xia Yihan. She approached him again and pleaded in a low voice, "Mr. Ye, don't make things difficult for him. He's your fiancee's brother."

Although these photos made Ye Zimo angry, he could tell from the photos that the bastard had not actually violated Xia Yihan, which was a blessing.

"Mr. Ye, I don't blame them. I really don't blame them. I did something immoral, I hurt them first, and this is my punishment. If this affects your engagement with Miss Song, I will really be a sinner."

"I won't cancel the engagement!" Ye Zimo said coldly.

She heaved a long sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt a slight sense of loss.

Yes, what is a woman to him?

She knew that he didn't love Song Wanting in his heart, and perhaps not even like him.

His engagement was probably a combination of interests.

She did not think power was important in the past, but after experiencing the power of power, she understood that he had his reasons for choosing.

And what about her?

Yelishizhang will definitely be there at the engagement tomorrow.

She had to go with her tomorrow and beg Ye Zimo. He would be suspicious and probably not agree.

What about madam? Maybe she can help her?

The driver walked around, smoked two cigarettes, then opened the door again and got into the car.

Xia Yihan could not see the murderous look in his eyes.

Song Shuhao! He repeated the name twice in his heart and repeated Song Wanting's name twice.

Xia Yihan was still worried about the impact of this incident on ye mo, but she ignored her own fear.

It was quiet all the way back to the villa in the suburbs. It was past eleven o' clock.

"Work the night shift in my room."

After getting out of the car, Ye Zimo gave her a direct order.

This time, Xia Yihan was not as scared as he used to be when he asked her to go to her room.

Someone who went to save her shouldn't hurt her.

After a few contacts, she gradually summed up his temper. As long as Hai Zhixuan was not mentioned, it would not be too big a deal.

That night, Xia Yihan woke up from a nightmare and saw ye mo sitting at the computer desk, as if he was working.

She didn't know why he was so busy the night before the engagement. Shouldn't he be resting and recuperating?

Ye Zimo didn't seem to notice if she was awake at all, so she quietly looked at his serious work expression. He pursed his lips tightly, his expression serious, and occasionally frowned and let go.

Seeing him sitting there, the fear in her heart miraculously disappeared.

"Still up? Do you want to accompany me?" His eyes seemed to grow on the side as well. The sudden question startled Xia Yihan.

"No, Mr. Ye, I just woke up."

She wanted to ask him why he hadn't rested yet, so she closed her eyes and went back to sleep for fear that it would make him unhappy.

She always felt a little strange. The employer didn't sleep. Was it a little too much for her to sleep in his room as a servant?

When she woke up in the morning, she saw ye mo and his clothes lying on the bed.

He was up all night, and she did not dare to disturb him. She quietly left the main house and returned to her room in the worker's room.

Strangely, the door of the room was unlocked.

She gently twisted the door open and carefully looked inside. No one was there.

She thought, maybe she was really scared last night and was a little nervous.

She turned around and locked the door. She sat down on her bed and suddenly saw a note on her pillow. She picked it up and read, "Ye Zimo is engaged. Don't go with him."

How could there be a note? Where did it come from? Who gave it to me?

She took another look at the note, which had no signature or signature.

What does that mean?