The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

"Nian Mo, listen to your aunt at home. Mom's fine." Li Hetai touched Little Nianmo's head and said gently.

"Uncle, you must bring my mother back." Little Nianmo was silent after saying this. Li, tai and Zhong Yuntang looked at each other and smiled. The child knew so much at such a young age.

"Nianmo, my uncle promised you."

Li and tai walked out of the Li family without going back. He was going to bring Yihan back, and Ye Zimo was there too. He didn't know what happened to Ye Zimo, so he called Lin Dahui to check it out.

"Tai Fai, this is Li Hetai. Have you seen the news? Yihan is there. I think Ye Zimo is there too." Li Hetai only needed to tell him this, and they had to do the rest themselves, because ye mo was Little Nianmo's father, and his child was not just Ye Zimo's but Yihan's.

After Lin Dahui heard the news, he immediately went to Hai Zhixuan.

"Tai Fai, are you looking for me?" After Hai Zhixuan finished his work, he received a call from his secretary, saying that a man named Lin Dahui was looking for him, and asked his secretary to tell Hai Zhixuan that the situation was urgent.

"Mr. Hai, I don't know who to look for, so I can only look for you. Mr. Ye went to the poor area of city a for a charity fundraiser a few days ago." Lin Dahui looked at Hai Zhixuan helplessly. Next, he knew what he meant without saying he trusted Hai Zhixuan.

"Where do you think zimo is?"

Hai Zhixuan thought about why Lin Ling had so many things to do recently. It turned out that ye yemo had to go out to get all her work increased.

"Yes, I also heard that Mr. Lin went."

Lin Dahui wanted to use this matter to persuade Hai Zhixuan to help. The Lin family only had one son, Lin Jie. If the old man knew where Lin Jie was, he would try his best to help.

"Got it. You go back first. I'll do it right away." Hai Zhixuan frowned. How did Lin Jie get there? Does Lin Ling know about this? Should Lin Ling and old master lin not know, or would they be so quiet?

Hai Zhixuan let go of his work, and now nothing could catch up with him going to the Lin family.

The Lin family was very quiet and seemed different from usual.

"I want to see the old man." Hai Zhixuan looked at the two men who intercepted him and frowned. What was going on?

"I'm sorry, the old man is meeting the guests inside. He won't see anyone. You can come back in an hour." The person who spoke was a stranger. Hai Zhixuan believed that he had never seen this person before, but it had only been a while since he had returned here.

"Mr. Hai, come with me first." Butler lin just walked out and saw hai zhixuan standing outside. He thought he was stopped and couldn't go to see the old man.

"Butler, what's going on?"

Hai Zhixuan watched the butler carefully leave and close the door. He didn't know that the butler was very careful, but Hai Zhixuan had never seen such a careful butler.

"Mr. Hai, we can't mess with your people. Now the old man can't see anyone. They'll finish their meeting in an hour. Let's come over. By the way, Mr. Hai, why are you looking for the old man?"

After a long walk, the butler asked hai zhixuan what he wanted to see the old man. It seemed that Hai Zhixuan really wanted to see the true face of mount lu for those people he had not met.

"Tell the old man that Lin Jie is in a city. I'll go find him first." Hai Zhixuan had no time to wait for master lin. Time is life now.

I wonder if Ye Zimo's people in the dark will come to him.

The butler looked at Ye Zimo's distant back and widened his eyes. The young master was there, wouldn't that be true? But the old man said that Mr. Hai was not to be seen inside, and even if he did, he wouldn't leave immediately.

Thirteen had just returned from paris, france. Miss Xia was really in Paris, and whether Miss Xia had a good life in Paris was rising.

After getting off the plane, Thirteen bought a newspaper and enjoyed the nostalgia.

"Earthquakes are merciless." The four big words gave Thirteen a bad feeling. She smiled. They should not have feelings at all, but when she saw them, her heart could not calm down. Thirteen did not know whether to say that she had failed or that she was unable to change her nature.

Thirteen felt like she was diverting her attention. She wanted to tell the news to her master and believed that he would be happy.

Make a phone call. It's too late to send a message if you can't see it.

Not in the service area?

A few words gave Thirteen a bad feeling that the host's number would never stop or change. How could it not be in the service area?

Thirteen picked up the phone and called base one. She had to know where the owner was immediately.

"Thirteen, you're back?" It was Laowu who answered the phone. He was in a good mood, basking in the sun on the recliner. There was a faint smile on his face. If it wasn't for his identity, everyone would think he was a kind person.

"Laowu, where is the master?"

"Thirteen, we can't ask about our master."

Laowu frowned. What happened to Thirteen today? This doesn't seem like a good sign.

"Laowu, I'm calling the owner. It's not in the service area. If something happens to the owner." Thirteen could no longer speak. She did not dare to think about it.

Laowu immediately sat up. The master was their core, their brain. If something happened to the master, no, even if it was against the rules, he would make the master safe.

"Yes, you come back right away. I'll bring the others and check them out immediately."

Laowu put down the phone after he finished his sentence. How could he find the owner?

Ye Zimo and the old man in the village went to dig herbs on the mountain, not up the mountain, but just a small hill. When they heard a few rumbling sounds in the distance, they looked over and watched the small houses fall. The leaves were staring at them, and the words "Earthquake" came out. No, Yihan was still inside.

"No, no, no." Ye Zimo roared hysterically like an angry lion, his eyes red with blood.

"Xia Yihan, you can't die. You must hold on and wait for me."

Ye Zimo's voice traveled far, far away. He never believed that he had a connection. Now Ye Zimo wished Xia Yihan knew what he was thinking, could sense his worries, and would hold on to him until he passed.

Ye Zimo's shrill voice made the old man's heart tremble, and hong yan's wailing was not so sad. Xia Yihan should be the injured Miss Xia.

"Mr. Ye, come back. You can't go there."

Ye Zimo ran down the mountain without killing himself. He didn't believe how an earthquake could happen here. He didn't hear a word of what his uncle said.

Not long after he ran, there was a crack in the ground. He fell in. Ye Zimo hadn't fainted yet. Looking at the bare and unshakable ravines, Ye Zimo felt weak again. He stood up and found that his hind leg was injured. Damn it. If his leg was injured, how could he find Yihan?

The old man in the village was shocked when he saw the ink fall into the ravine. He stood there, motionless.

"I can definitely go out." Ye mo dug the soil with her hands in hopes of creating a place to climb.

Xia Yihan seemed to hear Ye Zimo's call, and a tear fell from her eyes. With a bang, it hit her heart hard.

"Where is this?"

Xia Yihan opened her eyes and asked anxiously. After that, xia Yihan was stunned. She could not speak. What happened? How could she be mute?

The man next to Xia Yihan saw her wake up and immediately spoke to Xia Yihan.

"Miss Xia, this is the bus to Dongjiang. Commander liu asked us to send you to Dongjiang." It was a man in a uniform who spoke. After that, he remembered that the doctor said that miss xia's throat was severely damaged and could not speak for the time being.

"No, I have to go back to Ye Zimo." Xia Yihan was just about to stand up, and he had no strength, "By the way, how is the man beside me?" After that, xia Yihan found out sadly that no one else knew what she was talking about.

Since they could find her, they should be able to find Lin Jie. Lin Jie should be fine. Lin Jie should be fine. What about Ye Zimo? She seemed to have heard yemo calling her. No, she had to go back to Ye Zimo.

Xia Yihan found that she could move one hand, and she held onto the man in the military uniform.

The man in the military uniform was called Zhao Xing, a twenty-four-year-old man, who blushed at Xia Yihan's pull. Although Xia Yihan was injured, it could not erase the fact that she was a beautiful and charming woman.

"Miss Xia, what are you going to say?" Zhao xing patiently asked. The woman in front of him was definitely not simple. Would it be easy for him to drop off his work and send her to Dongjiang in person at such a time?

Xia Yihan put Zhao Xing's hand in front of her and wrote in his hand. That was the only way now. He was not Ye Zimo who could read Xia Yihan's lips.

"I'm going back to find someone."

Xia Yihan scribbled it slowly, trying to let Zhao Xing know what she was writing.

Zhao Xing thought that he seemed to have a pen and notebook with him. He took it out and said, "Miss Xia, my name is Zhao Xing. Here you go. You write this."

Looking at the paper and pen handed over by both hands, Xia Yihan thanked her. After that, she shook her head and laughed. She was speechless. How could Zhao Xing know what she meant?

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao. I'm going back to find someone." Xia Yihan couldn't force her left and right. She was in good condition with her right hand. Holding a pen, Xia Yihan began to write stroke by stroke. Those words were crooked and took a lot of effort to write a complete sentence.

"Of course, Miss Xia, but battalion commander liu said he had to take you back to Dongjiang and hand you over to old master li." Zhao Xing shook his head. He could not disobey the order.

"Mr. Zhao, the man called lin jie near me is wearing a casual outfit. Did you see him? And." Xia Yihan didn't ring until he wrote this. Xu Haosheng, I don't know what happened to Xu Haosheng.

"Mr. Zhao, I must go back. I must go back. I need to find someone." Xia Yihan wrote very fast this time, but the handwriting was very ugly, and it was barely noticeable.

"Miss Xia, who are you looking for? Tell me. I'll help you find it."

The car was moving around, and zhao xing thought it would be nice to go back to Dongjiang after the conversation, but he seemed to have miscalculated.

"Turn around and go back. If I don't go, I'll jump out of the car. Although I can't move now, I still have one hand." Xia Yihan looked resolutely at Zhao Xing, her eyes slowly firm, if Zhao Xing did not agree, she would really jump.

Xia Yihan held a pen to the artery around her neck and smiled like a flower. If Terry Chui died, she had no face to live. If ye mo died, Xia Yihan did not know how to continue his life.