The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Ahern shrugged and asked curiously, "It's rare to see you so interested in a lover."

Ye Zimo tapped on the photo to remind ahern to come back to his senses. The clear words made ahern smile, "She's not a lover."

Xia Yihan followed the housekeeper to a room, and several foreign women rushed up to greet him. They babbled and brought Xia Yihan to another room.

Full of british court dresses, Xia Yihan said in disbelief, "Should I wear these?"

The maids nodded and escorted Xia Yihan to the closet. Three or four maids kept holding the dresses in the closet for xia Yihan to choose from. Two other maids helped xia Yihan take care of her hair, and one brought a chest wrap and a whale bone hanger.

In the living room, ahern released a shadow of Ye Zimo, who was not a stranger on the projector. "Kiu, Italy's current largest mafia leader, is said to have disappeared for a long time. Some people say that the person in power has never been him, but someone else."

Ye Zimo asked in a deep voice, "How do I find him?"

Ahern shrugged. "As a gentleman in england, I don't like the rough aesthetic style of Italy, but it is said that Kiu likes jewelry very much. You can try your luck there."

The butler gently walked up to ahern. Ahern's eyes lit up as he strode towards the door. He praised Xia Yihan, who was wearing a traditional british aristocratic dress, "Yihan, you are like the most beautiful rose in england. Damn it, I must draw your beauty."

Ye Zimo sat on the sofa without moving, but her eyes shone faintly. The intricate white ripples divided the dress into layers. Her slender waist was matched with xia Yihan's original outstanding facial features. Her hair was combed up slightly, revealing a smooth forehead.

"It's beautiful." Ye Zimo nodded.

Xia Yihan shyly avoided the two of them admiring the scene and tried to walk a few steps, forgetting about the long british dress, with his left foot on his right foot and slanting forward.

"Yihan." Ahern screamed and tried to reach out. A black figure flashed in front of him and quickly grabbed Xia Yihan's waist.

With a click, ahern took a picture of the two of them with the camera in his hand. "What a quick move, Zi Mo. It seems that your chinese kung fu is stronger." Ahern praised.

Ye Zimo took Xia Yihan's hand and walked down the aisle. Ahern looked at Ye Zimo's back and said solemnly, "Zi Mo, Chun knows you're back."

Ye Zimo's back paused and did not stop. "Where are you going?" Xia Yihan was a little suffocated by the waist restraint and panted slightly to catch up.

"I don't mind if you want to wear this."

Dressed in a loose dress, Xia Yihan pulled back the clothes that had fallen to his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, but we'll inform the designer to come and customize Miss Xia's clothes immediately." The housekeeper said apologetically.

"No need." Ye Zimo took Xia Yihan all the way to Shopping center, Rome, and Xia Yihan caught up with him as he held on to the crumbling clothes on his shoulders.

On the spiral staircase, Xia Yihan stared at the beautiful building with wide eyes. Ye Zimo, who had been standing relaxed, suddenly put his arm around Xia Yihan's shoulder and whispered in Xia Yihan's ear, "You go shopping first. I'll be back soon."

Xia Yihan raised his hand to catch ye mo and asked clearly. The clothes on his shoulders slipped down and he quickly pulled them back. In a flash, Ye Zimo had already strode towards the exit.

Xia Yihan walked up to the second floor alone. Ye mo was not there. Suddenly, Xia Yihan had no intention of shopping. He chose a chinese clothing store and went in.

The clerk introduced Xia Yihan to her chips. Xia Yihan picked up a dress and crossed her hands, "I want this dress."

"Miss Zhang, this dress was first seen by this lady." The shop assistant rushed forward.

"Paul, look, I just want this dress!" The woman turned her head and flirted with the man beside her.

The shop assistant pulled Xia Yihan aside and whispered, "Miss, this young lady is a bit difficult to deal with. The man he's with has something to do with the mafia. I think you should give in."

Xia Yihan turned to look at the man, his small blue eyes tugging at him, his yellow hair looking a little stiff with too much glue, and his protruding belly.

"What are you looking at?" The woman stood in front of the man and said disdainfully, "I've seen a lot of rich people like you. Don't hit him."

Although Xia Yihan hated the arrogance and domineering of women, he didn't want to make it difficult for the shop assistant. He put down the clothes in the shop assistant's grateful eyes and said, "I won't buy them."

The woman strutted into the fitting room with her clothes on. Xia Yihan had just walked out of the store when the man chased after her, "You're beautiful."

The man reached out to touch xia Yihan's face. Xia Yihan avoided the angry voice in english and said, "Sir, please respect yourself."

The man gave a strange laugh and took out a handful of money from his wallet as if he had shoved it into Xia Yihan's pocket, "If you stay with me all night, this money will be yours."

"What are you doing!" The woman who was supposed to be in the fitting room rushed to Xia Yihan with her clothes and shouted, "You are such a shameless woman. You want to see a man."

People around him began to look at them. Xia Yihan shook off the man's hand with the money, grabbed the woman's clothes and took out a gold card from his bag, "I want this dress."

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw the gold card in Xia Yihan's hand, and then she said scornfully, "Maybe it was in exchange for a pretty face."

Xia Yihan was patient, "I'm Xia Yihan, a designer from the Fashion jewelry brand. I designed the ring on your hand. And, with my current income, I can still afford this dress."

The woman's face went from green to white, and subconsciously hid her favorite gem ring behind her. The man with small eyes began to pull at the woman, "Forget it, let's go somewhere else."

"No! How much is this dress? I'll pay ten times the price. You're a woman who relies on men for food." The woman swiped a gold card out of her bag.

"I wish she could accept my culture." There was a low voice outside the door, and the woman turned her head and couldn't help but stick her eyes to each other.

The perfect skeleton, the black leisure suit casually put on his body, no less than the foreigner's profound facial features. Ye Zimo took out the gold card and put it on the checkout counter, "Wrap it up except for the clothes that the lady just chose."

The woman's face went from green to white. The clothes here were only brought by a man who had been acting like a spoiled child for a long time.

"Baby, let's go." The man coaxed in a low voice.

"Get lost! Look at your bear!" The woman angrily glanced at Xia Yihan and went out.

Put on a comfortable dress, Xia Yihan and yemomo went downstairs, and a sweet voice shouted beside them:

"Elder brother Zimo."

Xia Yihan looked up in surprise. A chinese girl in a pink dress not far away looked at them sweetly and hopped up to circle Ye Zimo's arm.

"Chun, stop it." Ye Zimo quietly pulled his arm away.

The girl called xiaochun flattened her mouth and her bean-sized eyes fell, "Elder brother Zimo, how can you be so fierce? I'm not as good as this sister. You must have fallen in love with your new lover."

Chun's cries grew louder and louder. People kept looking around. Xia Yihan had a headache and subconsciously grabbed Ye Zimo's arm and handed it to Chun, "Here you go. Stop crying."

Xia Yihan just wanted to comfort Chun. Ye Zimo turned around and looked at Xia Yihan strangely. He never broke free and let Chun hold him.

Standing in front of the car, Chun was about to cry again, "Elder brother Zimo, where are you going? Why can't I go?"

Ye Zimo was agitated and subconsciously said, "Don't make a scene."

Xia Yihan saw that xiao chun was so aggrieved that she burst into tears and could only say, "Stop crying."

Ye Zimo took out his phone and called ahern. He grabbed Xia Yihan's hand and shoved it into the car.

"She's just a child." Xia Yihan looked into the rearview mirror.

His shoulder was twisted back, and Ye Zimo went up and bit it. "Xia Yihan, do you have me in your heart?" He growled."

Xia Yihan touched his sore lips, "I'm just trying to coax a child."

"Will a child climb into my bed in the middle of the night? Will a child play with a bunch of mafia?" Ye Zimo yelled and looked out the window, leaving Xia Yihan alone.

The car was parked in a huge transparent building. Xia Yihan got out of the car and scanned it. Beside the building was a luxury car with a nameless body. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Ever since he met Ye Zimo, he had seen so many things different from the old world.

Ye Zimo reached out to grab Xia Yihan and whispered, "No matter what you do later, you can't leave my sight, okay?"

Xia Yihan nodded. Ye Zimo's face brightened up a little. After a few steps, he pulled back Xia Yihan's hand and walked towards the door.

There was an endless stream of people in the huge gothic building. Xia Yihan followed Ye Zimo closely, and people kept looking up at Xia Yihan. Some even praised him without hesitation.

As they walked along the long corridor, the lights became dimmer and dimmer, and from behind one of the doors came the sound of whispers.

The waiter led ye mo and xia Yihan to the second floor. Unlike the noisy atmosphere on the first floor, the second floor was quieter and had a better view.

Xia Yihan picked up the list on the table, looked at a drink followed by several zeros, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

The dim light focused on the center of the stage. "Welcome to today's jewelry auction. Today we will be auctioning Julius Caesar's personal belongings from the sailing age. Don't miss out on your favorite customers."

Ye Zimo's eyes were not in the center of the stage, but in all directions, until they were on another man, occupying the largest box. The man seemed to be unconsciously tapping the gemstone on his crutch.

Xia Yihan followed Ye Zimo's gaze and said in surprise, "Isn't that Kiu's dead son?"

Ye Zimo nodded nonchalantly and finally moved his eyes back onto the stage. The man, who had been straightened up, looked at xia Yihan quietly.