The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Manuel quietly winked at the people next to him, gritting his teeth, "You were indeed sent by darlin."

"What's Darin? We're here for the jewelry show." Xia Yihan carefully held Ye Zimo, angry at the inexplicable behavior of using knives and guns on people.

Manuel stared at Xia Yihan with brown eyes, as if trying to see through Xia Yihan, and suddenly smiled brightly, "You're becoming more and more interesting. Even if you're Darin's, I want to own you."

Ye mo pushed the knife across Manuel's neck and forced him to back up, "You died under the peony that practised china. It's a pity that you are a dissolute ghost."

Manuel's rare expression paused for a moment, and he was silent for a moment, "Does this mean that if you die under the peony, you will be happier to see god?"

"Poof, Tang Xianzu will die of anger." Xia Yihan couldn't help laughing.

The three of them walked out the door one after another. Manuel said with a straight face, "Now you can let me go."

Ye mo led Manuel to open the door, let Xia Yihan sit in the driver's seat, and then drove Manuel's neck to the back seat, "You can start praying to god to see if I will let you go later."

A huge horn sounded in front of the car. Ye Zimo and Manuel looked at Xia Yihan in surprise. Honking here was tantamount to inviting everyone over. Manuel's suspicion and interest in xia Yihan increased.

"Ye Zimo, this is my first time driving abroad." As soon as xia zimo finished speaking, Ye Zimo and Manuel's faces twisted simultaneously.

Ye mo wiped his face and gritted his teeth, "Open!"

The car darted out like an arrow. Xia Yihan was so nervous that he bent over and listened to Ye Zimo's instructions.

Behind him was the sound of cars approaching. Xia Yihan looked in the rearview mirror and saw two cayenne cars, one on the left and the other on the right, trying to overtake.

Xia Yihan was about to turn a corner and subconsciously wanted to turn the signal. His foot trembled and he stepped on the accelerator. The car seemed to have lost control as it turned the corner.

Manuel looked at Xia Yihan with a pale face. Ye Zimo's heart jumped at Xia Yihan's speed. He frowned and sighed. "Xia Yihan, go back and train me well."

Ye Zimo, don't talk to me! Xia Yihan roared and forced the car to drift out at the corner.

The cayenne behind him obviously didn't expect Xia Yihan to make a crazy turn without slowing down, and Xia Yihan's car fell a lot.

"Ye Zimo, what are we going to do next!" Xia Yihan looked around nervously. Although it was late at night, it was obvious that they were still in the middle of the street.

Ye mo looked at Manuel and commanded, "Director's hall."

"Do you think the council here will protect you? It's so naive." Manuel said sarcastically.

"Rather than whether they will protect us, I think it would be better if you were worried about your head and your neck." Ye Zimo said coldly.

"Ye Zimo, they're catching up again!" Xia Yihan was in a difficult position in the driver's seat.

"Calm down, don't step on the gas!" Ye Zimo ordered calmly.

Cayenne passed from behind, whistling when he saw a woman in the driver's seat.

Xia Yihan was caught between cayenne and whistles. The car suddenly turned and ran out of the narrow alley.

The two cayenne cars did not expect Xia Yihan to dare to rush into the alleyway, and all of a sudden, the cars could not be stuffed and crashed into each other.

"Trash." Manuel cursed in a low voice.

Ye mo smiled and said, "I'm sorry I can only send you here, Mr. Manuel." Opening the door, Ye Zimo pushed Manuel out of the car.

Sitting back in the driver's seat, Ye Zimo bit Xia Yihan's lips hard on his side, their softness grinding gently, "Why don't you run?"

Xia Yihan clutched his seat belt, his face slightly red, and he turned his head to look out at the dark night, "Don't ask me, I don't know!"

The car sped along, and by the time Xia Yihan sensed that Ye Zimo was driving slower and slower, Ye Zimo was almost unconscious.

"Ye Zimo, what's wrong with you?" Xia Yihan was startled by the heat coming from the other side and quickly tried to turn over to the driver's seat, "Ye Zimo, hold on. I'll take you to the hospital soon."

Ye Zimo gently tugged at Xia Yihan, "Don't go to the hospital. They know I'm injured and will send someone to follow me. Go..." Before he could finish, Ye Zimo was in a deep coma.

"Buckle, buckle!" Xia Yihan knocked anxiously on the door of the hotel. She had no idea where ahern's house was. Ye Zimo had obviously started to have a fever.

Xia Yihan knocked a lot before an old man opened a crack in the door. When he saw the dark red blood on Ye Zimo's body, he frowned and tried to close the door with a bunch of italian in his mouth.

Xia Yihan did not understand italian and continued to knock on the door in a hurry. The old man opened the door and glared at Xia Yihan fiercely. The old man's expression was ferocious and there was a long scar under his eyes.

Ye Zimo groaned unconsciously. Xia Yihan held ye mo tightly to her body. One foot crossed the door and shouted in chinese, "Either you break my foot or you let me in."

The old man couldn't understand Xia Yihan, but when he saw Xia Yihan's movements, he sighed and let Xia Yihan in.

Xia Yihan struggled to carry ye mo to the living room, but his feet were not steady, and ye mo fell on the ground.

Xia Yihan couldn't care less about his face being grazed by the ornaments hanging on the wall. He threw himself on Ye Zimo and touched him up and down. Only the blood spilled from the newly opened wound.

The old man brought hot water and bandages, and Xia Yihan took them gratefully, "Thank you."

The old man grunted coldly and walked to the small house next to the living room and slammed the door. Tearing Ye Zimo's clothes apart, the ferocity of his back made Xia Yihan take a cold breath.

The blood-red wound fell from his shoulder blade, skin and flesh churning, and there was dark red blood all around. Xia Yihan gently wiped Ye Zimo's wound with a wet cloth, and Ye Zimo groaned in pain.

"You can't do this. He'll get infected." A voice suddenly came from the shadows around him, and Xia Yihan turned around in fear.

A boy was looking at himself with a smile, his brown hair blocking one side of his eyes, and when he smiled, the blue gemstone ring on his nose was activated.

"His wound is infected and needs to be treated as soon as possible." The man walked up to Xia Yihan and looked down at Ye Zimo's injury. Looking at the Thirteen stars that Xia Yihan had been holding in his hand, he sincerely sighed, "This dagger of yours is so beautiful."

Xia Yihan protected Ye Zimo, put the dagger back in its sheath, and looked at the man vigilantly, "Who are you?"

The man smiled and took two steps back. "I've been to china, and I have a chinese name. You can call me Qin Feng. I'm a doctor!"

Xia Yihan looked at Qin Feng hesitantly. Ye Zimo, who was supposed to be unconscious, grabbed Xia Yihan's hand. Xia Yihan exclaimed in surprise, "Ye Zimo, are you awake?"

"He just did it subconsciously. It looks like he cares about you." Qin Feng gently opened Ye Zimo's shirt and said seriously, "We have to deal with it now, unless you want to see him die of infection."

When the first ray of light hit Xia Yihan's face, she realized it was already morning. Ye Zimo was still having a low fever. There was a knock on the door. The old man came in and wrote in english, "You can stay here. You have to pay the rent."

Xia Yihan looked at the unconscious Ye Zimo and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, we have friends here, but I don't know where he lives now. Can we postpone it?"

The old man pointed at the words on the drawing board no matter what Xia Yihan said. "Ruike, I'll pay for them." Qin Feng walked out and muttered to the old man for a while.

Knowing vaguely that the other party had paid his rent, Xia Yihan said, "I'll write you an iou."

Qin Feng shook his head and said, "If you want to write an iou, why don't you do me a favor? I'm a clothing designer, but my assistant has something to do abroad. I need an assistant urgently now. Can you be my assistant for a day if you want?"

Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo hesitantly. Ye Zimo was unconscious now. She didn't want to leave him. "My client might know about the friend you mentioned yesterday!" Qin Feng shrugged.

Putting down all his worries, Xia Yihan followed Qin Feng to a huge manor, a towering fountain, neatly trimmed lawns, and a palace like building.

Qin feng whispered in Xia Yihan's ear, "There are only a few noble women living here in Italy. My job is to dress her up. You can help me."

The two of them entered the living room and were ordered by the housekeeper to clean up before entering a spacious house. An elderly woman's expressionless face softened when she saw Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, you're finally here. The party is about to begin."

Qin Feng leaned forward and helped the woman pick out her clothes, which made the woman laugh. Xia Yihan stood aside and occasionally helped to pick up the clothes. Her heart was already on Ye Zimo.

"No ring can match my dress." The woman with a smile suddenly lost her temper and threw the ring on her hand to the ground.

Qin Feng said with a good temper, "Madam, your posture is perfect with any accessories."

"No! I'm not going anywhere until I find the right accessories." The woman said proudly, and she believed that she had the right to be proud.

Xia Yihan watched the sun drift away and wanted to see Ye Zimo's mood grow stronger, "Madam, if you want, can I have a try?" Ye mo walked up to the woman and said, not servile or haughty.

The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at the exquisite-looking oriental woman. She turned to Qin Feng and said, "Who is this oriental woman?"

Qin Feng smiled. His handsome face smiled and said, "Mrs. Elizabeth, maybe you can give her a try." Elizabeth nodded subconsciously. Xia Yihan walked out of the door and reappeared a few minutes later with a very slender rose in his hand.

"Don't tell me you're going to let me wear this flower to the party, oriental woman." The woman's face was very ugly.

Qin Feng stepped forward, slightly blocking Xia Yihan, with an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry, madam, this is my new assistant. I just came from a foreign country. I don't know much about the customs and etiquette here."