The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Xia Yihan was trembling with anger, and yemo, who had fallen into a semi-conscious state, held Xia Yihan's hand, "Yihan, come and help me!"

Xia Yihan knew that ye mo was deliberately trying to help xiao chun get away with it. She pursed her lips and did not move. Chun wanted to go forward but was swept by Ye Zimo's cold eyes, so she did not dare to move.

"Yihan." Ye Zimo slowed down. Xia Yihan stomped her feet and ran back to Ye Zimo.

Xiaochun looked at Ye Zimo's room on the second floor alone on the lawn, her shoulder patted, "Chun, why are you here alone, ahern?"

The woman in the exquisite dress looked at Chun with a smile. Xiao chun was just about to say where ahern was going when she saw Xia Yihan's figure flash across the second floor. She changed her mind, "Sister Lucy, ahern already has a woman she loves very much. Her name is Xia Yihan. She is a beautiful oriental woman."

"Xia Yihan? Oriental woman, can you be as beautiful as me?" Lucy did not believe that she was born as a beauty pageant.

"It's true, sister Lucy. I think ahern is here for real this time." Chun said pitifully.

On the second floor, ahern looked enviously at Xia Yihan, who was taking care of Ye Zimo, "Yihan, you are what you oriental call a good wife and mother."

Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo, who had fallen asleep, and joked as he went downstairs with ahern, "I heard you have confidants all over Italy?"

Ahern smiled and did not say a word. When he saw the woman at the door, his handsome face felt a little uncomfortable, "Lucy? Why are you here today?"

Lucy looked at Xia Yihan and walked up to Xia Yihan, "You're really beautiful, but I won't lose to you."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Yihan looked at ahern.

Ahern stepped forward to stop Lucy and asked doubtfully, "Lucy, what are you talking about?"

Lucy blocked ahern's hand from reaching out to him and said in italian, "This is our woman's battlefield. A gentleman should not interfere."

Ahern translated to xia Yihan with a bitter smile. Xia Yihan was surprised and said, "Isn't this the first time we've met?"

Lucy stuck her waist in and her delicate face was full of fighting spirit, "Oriental woman, I want to have a duel with you! You have to accept it!"

After Lucy left, Xia Yihan's phone rang. Just as he was about to answer it, the phone quickly hung up. "Lin Jie? Why did you hang up again?" Xia Yihan muttered, worried, and called back. When Lin Jie picked it up, Xia Yihan heard Lin Jie's drunken voice.

"Did you drink?" Xia Yihan frowned.

"Hehe, Xia Yihan, what am I to you?" Lin Jie drank a lot and his voice was much lower than usual.

"Friend." Xia Yihan answered firmly. "You, you, just don't want to lie to me. This is your most heartless place." The sound of swallowing came from the phone.

"Don't drink that long. It's not good for your health." After a long silence, Xia Yihan said softly and wanted to hang up.

"Xia Yihan." Lin Jie suddenly spoke.

Lin Jie's voice was very serious and clear. With determination, Xia Yihan held his breath and listened. "Xia Yihan, I think I'm getting married." Lin Jie suddenly said with a smile.

"Si?" Xia Yihan subconsciously tried to dissuade him and found himself in no position.

"If you say you don't want me to get married, I'll be waiting for you." Lin Jie said softly.

"Do you like her?" Xia Yihan asked.

"Maybe she loves me." Lin Jie dropped the subject and hung up. Lin Jie rubbed his hand into his hair and slumped on the bar, leaving the problem to Xia Yihan.

"What do you think I should do? Aren't all foreign women so inexplicable?" Xia Yihan sat by the bed with her hands on her head and complained to Ye Zimo.

Ye Zimo turned slightly to look at Xia Yihan, "Sword fight?"

Xia Yihan sighed, "Yes, it's a duel in three days. Why would a woman trouble a woman?"

"Hehe." Ye Zimo smiled in a low voice. Xia Yihan waved his fist at his opponent's chest in anger, "An unsympathetic bad guy!"

Ye Zimo grabbed Xia Yihan's hand and felt his softness, "That's not bad. If you need it, I can teach you."

Xia Yihan waved his hand, "You're injured. You should lie down. Ahern promised to teach me."

Ye Zimo nodded quietly. In the afternoon, when xia Yihan came to ahern's swordplay hall in his swordplay uniform, he only saw Ye Zimo. Xia Yihan asked, "Where's ahern?"

"Diarrhea." Ye Zimo pressed down the phone he was talking to, took the wooden sword and walked to Xia Yihan. He pressed it against Xia Yihan's back and felt the soft lines of the other party.

"Are you ready? Xia Yihan?"

Ye Zimo's body temperature stunned Xia Yihan, and he nodded slightly. Ye Zimo's hands were covered by Xia Yihan's. The two of them were very close. Listening to each other's breathing, Xia Yihan subconsciously turned to look at the man in front of him.

His nose was firm and his thin lips were always pursed. "Plop, plop, plop." Xia Yihan's heart was pounding wildly.

Xia Yihan, are you inviting me to kiss you?" Ye Zimo still looked ahead, his hands still wrapped around Xia Yihan's hands, but the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, and his tone was raised with joy as he spoke slowly.

"Ah, I didn't look." Xia Yihan hurriedly turned her head to look ahead and kissed Xia Yihan's reddened cheek with a wet kiss. Leaf rested her head on Xia Yihan's shoulder and sucked the fragrance from his hair. Muttered, "What should I do? Xia Yihan, I like you so much that I'm dying."

Xiao chun walked out of Ye Zimo's room with a glass of milk. Xia Yihan had already been taken away by herself. The door was ajar, but the person who was supposed to rest in bed was not in the room.

Chun looked at the empty room, tears rolling in her eyes, and she could vaguely guess where ye mo had gone.

"Chun, Zi Mo is serious this time. He really fell in love with that oriental woman named Xia Yihan. They are a good match." Ahern stood behind Chun and sighed.

Chun turned around and cried to ahern, "I don't care. Ye Zimo is mine. How can he not be mine?"

Ahern stroked Chun's head and said earnestly, "When he left, he told you not to wait for him. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change. You know that."

Chun dodged ahern's hand and cried, "When he left, I thought he wouldn't like anyone, so I waited until his heart stopped wandering. But in the end, he liked someone else. I'm not happy! We've done so much for him!"

Ahern sighed. Chun's stubbornness left him speechless. He took Chun's milk, "As a gentleman, you shouldn't persuade a woman who has lost her mind at this time. It seems that Zi Mo won't drink this glass of milk. Let me drink it."

Ahern pretended to take the cup, and Chun reflexively took it, "No, you can't drink this cup."

"What's wrong? Chun?" Ahern looked at Chun's nervous face and spoke in a stern tone.

Chun looked down at the floor and stomped her feet, "There's medicine in this glass of milk. I want Ye Zimo to belong to me."

Ahern sighed and said, "You should be glad you didn't have the chance to do that. Ye Zimo hates people threatening him the most."

Xia Yihan followed Ye Zimo with a sad face, "The day after tomorrow, I will be beaten up badly by Lucy." Ye Zimo calmly loosened his grip on Xia Yihan's shoulder, which had been hit countless times during the war, and said with a spoiled smile, "No, you can win by beating me."

Hearing Ye Zimo's teasing, Xia Yihan entered the room alone. The servant wanted to give Xia Yihan the milk. When he saw a glass on the table, he thought Xia Yihan had already poured it himself, so he went to work.

Xia Yihan took a big sip of the milk in his glass and smacked his lips, "This milk doesn't taste right."

"Shall I try it?" Ye mo came over from behind Xia Yihan, took a sip from Xia Yihan's hand, and drank it with a frown.

"Zi Mo, Yihan, you were here." Ahern turned around and looked at the bottomless glass of milk in surprise.

"I think I need to ask you how you feel before I tell you something." Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows, "How do you feel if you need us?"

Xia Yihan interjected, his face slightly red, "If I feel it, I feel a little hot!"

Ye Zimo turned to look at xia yihong, who quickly blushed, and her eyes drifted to ahern, "You'd better explain."

Ahern shrugged, "As a gentleman, you really shouldn't say those dirty words, but I still want to tell you that you two may have drunk milk mixed with medicine."

Ye Zimo's face suddenly looked a little strange. Xia Yihan's face was even redder, not knowing whether it was from the drug or from ahern's words.

"You'd better settle it in your room." Ahern suggested. Before he could speak, Ye Zimo had already grabbed Xia Yihan's hand and headed downstairs.

Although the curtains were drawn, the sun still shone through the thin curtains. Ye Zimo dug out Xia Yihan, who was hiding under the quilt.

"I haven't seen you anywhere." Ye Zimo said evilly, his hands wandering in familiar territory, giving out satisfied exclamations.

"Oriental woman, you disrespect your opponent!" Lucy looked at Xia Yihan, who had already lost his sword in two or three strikes, and pouted his lips in dissatisfaction.

Ye Zimo picked up Xia Yihan's sword and pointed it at Lucy, raising his eyebrows.

Lucy's face lit up when he saw ye mo. He handed the helmet to Ye Zimo. Ye Zimo waved his hand and made a standard fencing move, "Come on!"

With a beautiful dodge and return attack, Lucy threw away the sword in his hand two or three times and said, "Your swordsmanship is really good, but Xia Yihan, you lost. Ahern, I won't give up!"

"Ahern? Xia Yihan?" Ye Zimo repeated.

"Yes, we foreign women fight for whatever we want. I love ahern, and of course you can love him, but I won't give it to you." Lucy babbled on.

"What the hell is she talking about?" Xia Yihan looked up at Ye Zimo confusedly. Lucy spoke italian and she really couldn't understand it.

"Elder brother Zimo is not good!" Chun ran to Xia Yihan and Ye Zimo and said anxiously, "Brother ahern and your friend Lin Jie haven't come back since they went to a ball. The housekeeper said they got in a car and left."

Lucy listened to his waist and said unhappily, "It can't be another woman." Ye mo frowned, and a group of people came to the living room. Someone had already been waiting by the side. "Mr. Ye Zimo, Ms. Xia Yihan, Mr. Manuel would like to invite you to your house. I hope you don't refuse."

In the large living room, four luminous pearls were placed on the wall in place of the light, enough to show the luxury of living here.

Manuel repeatedly looked at the Thirteen stars in his hand, secretly looking forward to it.

Xia Yihan and Ye Zimo walked into the magnificent palace, and Manuel sat aside and smiled at them. The handsome servant poured tea for Xia Yihan and ye mo.

"Thank you!" Xia Yihan looked at each other and said softly. The servant looked up at Xia Yihan in surprise. When Xia Yihan came in, he was surprised by her beauty. At close range, he was even more surprised.

"Buckle." Ye Zimo and Manuel put the utensils on the table at the same time, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

"Mr. Ye Zimo, I have to explain what we did at the jewelry fair that day." Manuel toyed with the Thirteen stars in his hand, with an indistinct apology:

"The jewelry auction that day was a planned assassination attempt against our nemesis. The signal was this Thirteen stars, but it was cleverly sabotaged by Xia Yihan." Manuel turned to Xia Yihan.

"So?" The leaves groaned with indifference.