The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

"Yihan is involved with the Lin shi. I saw her flirting with a scientist named Xu Haoran the other day. She's not worthy of you." Yule cried beautifully.

Ye mo turned the corner of her mouth, stretched out her slender fingertips and brushed across Yule's fair face, "Your mouth is very deceptive. What do you think if I cut off your whole mouth?"

Yule watched in horror as Ye Zimo took the black knife from the driver and shrank towards the wall. He cried in disbelief, "You can't do this to me, or Xia Yihan will hate you!"

Ye Zimo's face remained the same, and the sharp edge of the knife pressed down on Yule's cheek. She was happy to see the blood oozing from the other party, and suddenly remembered that Xia Yihan valued her friends the most.

"Go and explain the dirty things you did." With the knife away, Ye Zimo looked mockingly at Yule, who had slipped to the side, shrugged and left.

"Ye Zimo, Xia Yihan isn't the only one who loves you." Yule looked at Ye Zimo leaving with tears in her eyes.

Xia Yihan woke up in a daze with the melodious music in his ears. Ye Zimo stopped pressing the keyboard, took the medicine and said simply, "Drink it."

Xia Yihan frowned. She had been weak recently, but that didn't mean she wanted to take the medicine. She sat on the bed in a daze and forgot to pick up the medicine bowl in Ye Zimo's hand.

Ye Zimo didn't like Xia Yihan to ignore him. He couldn't raise his jaw and pour the medicine into Xia Yihan's mouth.

Xia Yihan was forced to endure the bitter medicine. After drinking it, her face was already wrinkled into a flower, and something was stuffed into her mouth. The tip of her tongue was picked, and it was candied fruit.

Ye mo pulled his wrist to the piano and pressed Xia Yihan's shoulder down.

"I can't. I can't play very well." After listening to Ye Zimo's piano, Xia Yihan felt that his piano skills were simply embarrassing.

"Play." Ye Zimo placed Xia Yihan's hands firmly on the keys, which made a crisp sound, as if urging.

Xia Yihan had no choice but to go against Ye Zimo and pick a happy song at random. He pressed the keys of the piano with his fingers and found that he had pressed the wrong tone.

Awkwardly, Xia Yihan stopped and mumbled, "I told you I couldn't play."

Ye Zimo took the trouble to hit the keyboard again, "Go on."

Xia Yihan took a deep breath, her white hands pressed back against the keyboard, and she began to play intermittently. From behind, a long hand pressed down on the other side to play the happy chorus.

Melodious tunes were the best way to relieve the boredom. After Xia Yihan finished playing a song, he smiled at ye mo and said, "You played it just right."

Ye mo's heart skipped a beat at Xia Yihan's sudden smile and reached out to rub Xia Yihan's broken hair behind her ear, "You are the first woman to say that I play the piano well."

"No way!" Xia Yihan shook his head, apparently not believing what ye mo said.

The corners of Ye Zimo's eyes were slightly raised, and her thin lips reflected the most beautiful arc in the setting sun. Xia Yihan was a little dazed and only heard the other party say softly, "It's true, because you are the first woman to hear me play the piano."

The ringtone interrupted their attention. Zhang Fengyi reported Yule's movements on the phone. Ye Zimo listened for a while and pressed the speakerphone.

"I'm sorry, Yihan. I made those paintings. I'm a jerk. I've already told the association that I'm the one who's ruined, not you." Yule's voice sounded a little shaky outside the phone.

"What did you do to her?" Xia Yihan recognized Yule's strange voice and turned to look at Ye Zimo seriously. By Ye Zimo's means, Yule was in danger.

Ye Zimo's fingers, which had been placed on the keys, were pressed down hard, allowing the sharp sound to reverberate through the room. He lowered his body and said softly, "You should ask her what she did to you."

Xia Yihan did not avoid Ye Zimo's intimacy and said with a look of annoyance, "No matter what she did wrong, let her live."

Ye Zimo shrugged and pressed the phone. Zhang Fengyi closed the line and looked at Yule, who was trembling on the cliff, with some sympathy, "You shouldn't have provoked Xia Yihan."

As people approached, Yule looked at the cliff behind him fearfully, and the sound of the shore pounding was like a death charm. A black mercedes suddenly rushed out of a pile of rocks.

As soon as the copilot drove, Yule crawled into the copilot's seat. Zhang Fengyi frowned as he looked at the man in the driver's seat who was completely invisible in his big sunglasses.

It was only a day after they entered the design exhibition again. When someone saw Xia Yihan at the entrance, they surrounded him warmly and led Xia Yihan inside.

Zhang Fengyi stood by, while ye mo sat looking at Yule's case report, split personality, and severe depression.

"Do you want me to send more people to protect Miss Xia?" Zhang Fengyi had already started taking out his phone.

Ye Zimo waved his hand and shifted his gaze to the small red dot on the monitor that represented Xia Yihan's position, frowning deeply.

Xia Yihan was not taken to the first exhibition hall, but into a luxurious room, in which a white-haired foreigner looked at Xia Yihan in high spirits.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm Kiu." Kiu motioned for Xia Yihan to sit down.

"You speak chinese!" Xia Yihan was surprised that he could speak chinese so well.

The old man nodded nonchalantly, walked over to Xia Yihan and patted Xia Yihan on the back, then sat back down.

Ye Zimo looked at the red dot that had suddenly disappeared from the video and felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety. It was as if someone was clutching his heart and massaging it. Huo stood up and strode out the door.

Kiu spoke slowly to Xia Yihan, and there were some notes that Xia Yihan could not understand. Xia Yihan felt very tired, as if he had been dragged out of the water.

The old man's voice was slow and irresistible, and Xia Yihan's forehead was lowered. "Snap!" Kiu suddenly woke up and smiled kindly.

"It seems that this old man of mine is not very funny. Miss Xia is about to fall asleep." The old man's eyes sparkled with laughter.

Xia Yihan didn't know what was wrong with him, so he apologized. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket came to mind. Ye Zimo's voice was so cold that it became drowsy, "Stay still."

Ye Zimo's phone call came inexplicably. Kiu looked a little tired. Xia Yihan bowed and left. Kiu did not stop him. He just said meaningfully as Xia Yihan was about to leave, "Miss Xia, we'll meet again."

Xia Yihan nodded and dragged his phone out of the house. It was quiet around the design exhibition, not as lively as yesterday. Thinking about Ye Zimo's phone call, Xia Yihan sat on a bench and waited for Ye Zimo.

There was a faint footstep behind him, a handkerchief with a strong smell tightly covering Xia Yihan's mouth and nose, and Xia Yihan struggled with all his might and then dropped weakly.

Stepping into the design center, Ye Zimo's heart sank. The place where Xia Yihan appeared still had a faint drug smell. A woman sat at the side and gracefully flipped through a magazine.

"Are you looking for a woman in light blue?" The woman sitting on the bench looked up at the book unhurriedly.

"Si?" Ye Zimo frowned.

"Long time no see." Si stood up and smiled brightly, then seemed to remember something, "I saw Yihan leaving in a hurry with a girl."

Ye Zimo's mind flashed with Yule's silhouette, his eyes unclear, and he turned around and strode towards the door. He suddenly stopped and turned his head. His voice softened, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Si smiled sweetly. Yule, it took me a lot of effort to save you. Don't let me down.

When Xia Yihan woke up, he was lying in a strange room. He got up with a headache and was shocked by the dense pictures of Ye Zimo and himself in the room.

All the walls were filled with posters of Ye Zimo, his face and profile, and the photos of himself and Ye Zimo appearing in the cafe were ripped apart.

"Are you awake?" Yule happily opened the door with biscuit milk and walked over to Xia Yihan. When he saw Xia Yihan staring at the picture on the wall in horror, he didn't seem to care.

"Yule, you..." Xia Yihan swallowed with difficulty. Yule put down the milk and held Xia Yihan's face, "Yihan, you look so beautiful. My face is just like yours, but it's still not as beautiful as yours. What can I do?"

Xia Yihan was in so much pain that he pushed each other. Yule couldn't resist being taken down. The drugs on the table were all over the floor. Antidepressants, full of antidepressants.

"Pa pa! Well, the meeting is over. Let's get down to business." Yule suddenly pulled out a knife and put it around Xia Yihan's neck, pulling Xia Yihan towards the rooftop.

Xia Yihan staggered up to the rooftop. As yule stood on the high rooftop, the cars and people under the rooftop looked like ants.

"Come on, let's call Ye Zimo now." Yule happily took out Xia Yihan's phone.

"Don't bother." The door to the roof was kicked open and Ye Zimo walked out proudly.

"Ye Zimo." Yule's face went crazy again.

Ye Zimo had his hands in his pockets, and his face did not change much. His eyes did not even linger on Xia Yihan's face. Only after sweeping the cold knife around Xia Yihan's neck did his eyes show a trace of coldness.

The sound of footsteps on the concrete floor made a "Buckle" sound, and Yule's knife sank a few points into xia Yihan's neck: "Don't come over, or I will die with her!"

Xia Yihan was pushed back a few steps by the excited Yule. Her heels were completely suspended and Ye Zimo was one step away from Yule.

Only by putting his hands in his pockets could he not reveal his anger and pain. He wished he could cut the woman in front of him into pieces, but not yet.

"What do you want? Yule, tell me." Ye Zimo's deep voice was mesmerizing.

"I want you to marry me." Yule muttered.

"Sure." Ye Zimo agreed briefly.

Yule was taken aback, then went even crazier, "No, you lied to me. You can't marry me."