The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

Si was so angry that his body shook. Dasa looked at Ye Mo and suddenly laughed even more wildly, "Hahaha! I really like your temper! Come on, I have some good wine for you today!"

At the banquet, Xia Yihan still kept his head down and did not want anyone to see the abnormality on his face. Moye walked up to Xia Yihan, put a grape into Xia Yihan's hand, and said in a low voice:

"You haven't eaten anything all day. First, have a grape to quench your thirst. I'll find some food for you later."

Xia Yihan looked up at Moya in surprise. There was a glare of concern in his eyes, and there was an emotion that Xia Yihan could not understand.

"Thank you." Xia Yihan smiled for the first time.

Moya was stunned, his face suddenly flushed suspiciously like a big boy, and a cold voice beside him said, "I don't know if I can dance with the woman next to me."

Dasha looked at Ye Mo reluctantly, "Can't I have the one in my arms? I really like that woman down there. I really want to marry her."

Ye Mo glanced at Dasha, raised his chin, and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. Dasha was thinking, and si was so angry that he wanted Xia Yihan to disappear right away. He promised so quickly that he was embarrassed and pushed around like a commodity. The point was that no one wanted it yet!

As if he had made a big decision, Dasha looked at Ye Mo, "Just one dance. This year, the tax on the entire business district will be reduced a little."

Ye Mo slightly adjusted the jewel buttons on his sleeve and said slowly, "I don't like people negotiating terms with me, but I'm sure there won't be much change in taxes in a year."

No big change doesn't mean no change!

Dasha frowned and patted his thigh, "Sure! Just one dance!"

Xia Yihan watched as the man in the seat slowly walked up to him with a smile and a yearning in his eyes. Ye Mo made a standard invitation gesture, and Xia Yihan smiled and put his hand into Ye Mo's.

Moye clenched his fist and looked at Ye Mo fiercely, thinking angrily,' this royal envoy doesn't look good either! Xia Yihan must not fall into their hands!"

Xia Yihan's wide white dress fluttered in the air as Ye Mo danced, and her delicate features looked as white as cream against the light, with breathtaking beauty.

Ye Mo's right hand gently wrapped around Xia Yihan's waist, which was less than a grip. When the dance music entered the high nest, he held Xia Yihan in his arms, "I miss you very much."

Xia Yihan whispered, "Ye Zimo, how did you become a royal aristocrat?"

Ye Zimo smiled bitterly as he distanced himself from Xia Yihan, feeling a little helpless against this woman who did not understand the amorous feelings. When he reached the next high rhythm nest, he took Xia Yihan into his arms and said in a low voice, "This place is pretty well defended. Be ready tonight."

At the end of a waltz, Ye Zimo let go of Xia Yihan's waist cleanly and walked back to his seat. Dasha asked, almost jealous.

"How do you feel? I didn't even put my arms around her waist. At most, when I pinched her neck, I felt the touch of her skin. It was so wonderful."

"Ten percent more goods will be paid this year!" Ye mo looked at Dasha expressionlessly and saw that his face had changed. Instead, he leaned back more relaxed and lazy.

"Hey! What did you say? One dance and then another!" Dasha patted the table and stood up. His two-meter-high body pressed straight towards Ye Zimo.

Zhang Fengyi, who had become a follower of the envoy, wiped the sweat off his forehead and silently thought, "It's not enough to occupy madam, but even touch her neck. I don't even know how I died!"

"You can choose not to agree, or you can choose to go to switzerland tomorrow to talk to the king." Ye Zimo said quietly.

Dasha muttered, sat down and took a gulp of wine. Looking at Ye Zimo's expression, he was very angry and helpless. He almost shouted in a low voice, "No more!"

Ye Zimo curled his lips and raised his glass to greet Dasha, "Look at your mood!"

A feast was about to pass. Si looked at Xia Yihan, and his heart had already stirred up a storm. When Xia Yihan returned to Ye Zimo's side, there would be no such good opportunity.

Looking at the dumbfounded Dasha beside him, Si raised the corner of his mouth and smiled smugly. Xia Yihan, don't blame me for ruining your dream!

At night, a figure came to sa's room unobstructed. As soon as he entered, Si was trapped in a hard chest.

"I didn't know that aifei was so thirsty!" Dasha's eyes did not have much desire in the dark, but his hands kept drifting on Si.

Si resisted the nauseous feeling and looked into Dasha's eyes, "Today's envoy is called Ye Zimo. He's here to steal Xia Yihan."

Dasha's eyes widened as he sat up and muttered, "No wonder it's so straightforward to say that you don't cut taxes, grandma's bear. Relationships don't cost your own money!"

Si cursed in his heart. He got up from the ground next to him and went back to sa's ear. He said softly, "Xia Yihan is the woman you like. Isn't it shameless to be taken away like this? I heard that this woman is a famous person in our country, not much prettier than her!"

The murmuring in the dark and the faint laughter brought a dangerous aura, adding to the waves of this restless night.

"Ye Boss, shall we go now? The royal family won't show up in public. They're only willing to lend us some people." Zhang Fengyi put a pistol behind his waist.

"I'll save Yihan later! And Si." Lin Jie said with a grim face.

Ye Zimo's eyes looked at Lin Jie. Lin Jie thought the other party didn't agree. Ye mo turned his eyes away and said faintly, "Save them and go back first."

The sound of vibration came from outside the window. An arrow hit the french window with a clang and made a deep hole in it.

There was a note tied to the arrow. Ye Zimo's expression did not change after he read it, but his face became colder.

"Ye Boss, let's go now." Zhang Fengyi reminded him lightly.

"No need." Ye Zimo looked at the moon outside the window, his expression getting colder and colder, "I'll go by myself."

Standing in the empty hall again, Ye Zimo looked as if he were patrolling his territory, even though he was standing below.

Dasa said with a smile, "I have to admire you. You really dare to come here alone."

Ye mo threw the pistol on his waist to the ground and said coldly, "Give her back to me."

Dasa stood up and said, "I really like her. In our former tribe, if you like a woman, you can fight with two men. If you win, you can have her."

Ye ye raised his eyebrows and could not deny it. Si, who was secretly listening behind him, muttered through clenched teeth:

"Didn't the plan say that Ye Zimo's men would come here and kill them all, and then marry Xia Yihan in front of Ye Zimo? How did it turn into a duel, stupid man!"

Dasha, nearly two meters tall, pounced at ye mo, his powerful fist brushing Ye Zimo's cheek. Ye Zimo dodged nimbly, but his fist still brushed past him.

With a muffled snort, Ye Zimo wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and his eyes shone bloodthirsty, "Good, come again."

The two of them came and went, and the scene was in a mess. Dasha picked up Ye Zimo's pistol from the ground and coldly pointed it at Ye Zimo, "You chinese say you are not tired of deceit!"

Si looked at Ye Zimo in surprise and almost rushed out to save Ye Zimo. Ye Zimo looked coldly at the muzzle in front of him.

His left hand grabbed the handle of the gun with lightning speed and kicked him hard in the calf. With a twist, he pressed Dasha, who was two meters tall, onto the ground.

Pulling out the pistol in Dasha's hand and pointing it at Dasha's head, Ye Zimo looked down at Dasha and said with a cold smile, "Good chinese."

"Yihan." Moya covered Xia Yihan's mouth, which was subconsciously about to scream. Yihan didn't sleep at all. She was waiting for Ye Zimo. Si didn't know where she was. She was worried.

"Yihan, listen to me. I'll get you out of here right now. Be good and stay close to me, okay?" Moya looked at Xia Yihan with crazy love in his eyes.

Xia Yihan was gagged by Moya and could only whimper. He subconsciously shook his head. Xia Yihan looked at Moya and begged.

Moya looked at Xia Yihan and shook his head angrily. He roared in a low voice, "Are you willing to stay by Dasha's side? This man only cares about his interests. In the future, if he gets tired of you, he may give you to anyone. I don't think that royal aristocrat is a good person. Don't say that I'll take you away."

Xia Yihan grabbed the pillar next to him with both hands. Moye saw that Xia Yihan was not cooperating. A hand knife struck Xia Yihan in the back and placed the soft Xia Yihan on his body. Moya threw a man's cloak over Xia Yihan.

Pretending to be holding Xia Yihan, moye walked around the hall with a cold voice behind him, "Stop, I remember you."

Ye Zimo looked at Moya with a frown. At the party today, this man was talking to Xia Yihan, and he wanted to punch him hard.

"Why are you here!" Moya asked in surprise.

Ye Zimo shrugged his shoulders and looked at the man nestled in Moya's chest. Moya said hurriedly, "Soldiers who drank with me today, don't mess around! Our army will not be afraid of you!"

Ye Zimo stopped and moved his eyes from the black cloak to Moya's face, smiling lightly, "I'll wait and see."

Ye Zimo opened the door as dasa pointed, but Si was the only one inside. "Where is she?"

Si shook his head, his eyes filled with fear, "I don't know! Someone knocked me out and took Yihan away."

Ye Zimo's face was filled with irrepressible anger. Dasa was sitting on the ground, and the people around him reported that there was a group of elite troops outside the door, and it was very troublesome to fight.

Before he could speak, Dasha was kicked in the back, and Ye Zimo's gun slammed against Dasha, "Looks like your head needs air!"

Dasha exclaimed, "What do you want? I've already given it back to you. What else do you want?"

Ye Zimo looked at Dasha as if he was trying to tell if he was lying. After a long time, he put down his pistol and said sternly, "She's gone!"